The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1879-12-27

eyes, Jenny; but somehow l don't
feel like leaving you alone.'
80! I am used to staying alone" So
she was, poor thing! "And you said
you would be home early"
eyes, yes"
An active, sober man was he, and a
skilled performer. He had been trained
to the profession from childhood-knew
no other, and under ordinary circum-
stances could easily "keep his head
above water" But the sstenting season.
had closed exceptionally early, the win
ter was hard, money was slight" and
every place of amusement suffered in
consequence. To these things were add
ed sickness, and brave-hearted as he
was he could not suppress SILVER Of
anxiety as the future stared him in the
face.
He passed along the narrow street,
through more pretentious ones-passed
the houses of millionaires, and entered
Broadway, that, at least, was brilliant
and gay, as if there was nothing of pow
erty or human suffering in the world
as if none in the great city were familiar
with hunger and cold and sickness-as
if there never was to be any awakening
from a golden. dream of luxury and
pleasure.
"Ah! thoughtless wealth and fash
ion," he murmured, bitterly, as he saw
far-clad forms, and pampered steeds,
and richly mounted harness, and gilded
sleighs, and costly robes dash along,
+" how much ye will have to answer for
in the day of final reckoning, for neg
Letting your poor, toiling, suffering
brother and sisters.''
But no time had he to inger-the
clock in the window told him that, and,
with sigh that his wife and little ones
should not have their quota of the good
things of this world, he passed on.
Suddenly confused cry-a wild tu-
mult-the drawing away of teams upon
either side, or dashing into cross streets
startled him and he knew something
unusual was taking place. Then came
the shout of runaway! runaway"
and he felt that life or property, or
both, were being whirled on to destruc-
ton.
care you mad? Do you want to be
killed." hurriedly asked many, as they
ran to places of safety, and he remained
standing upon the curbstone.
He gave no heed to the warning. He
had braved death far too often to shrink
from it in any event, and most certainly
when at such distance. His eyes were
fixed up the street upon team of noble
bays that were tearing along, mad with
fright, and surging the sleigh from side
to side-were running at their utmost
speed, each striving to Guido the other,
straining every nerve were running
away, driverless. Had that been all, he
would not have troubled himself, deep
as was his affection for blooded steeds,
for he was not at the moment par
ticularly in sympathy with wealth. 1t
was quite another matter that chained
him.
At the first outcry he had sprung to
and half climbed lamp-post, and so
obtained a clearer view one that
thrilled his heart to the very core,
caused his breath to be more deeply
drawn, and his pulse to momentarily
cease to beat.
In the sleigh was young and beauti-
full woman, pale with terror. and clasp
ing two lovely children to her breast.
Orion thought of his Jenny and their
little ones, and resolved to save. The
impulse was noble, but how was it to be
accomplished? Far beyond any human
control were the frantic horses. To at
tempt to seize the reins as they dashed
past, and to stop them, would be mad
ness would be to be dragged down and
trampled to death. He saw this-saw
that the course of the horses would bring
them directly upon him, and though the
crowd furiously warned him of his dam
ger, he stirred not, only braced muscles
and nerves, and set his teeth with de-
"My God!" exclaimed a man, who,
holder than the rest, sprang forward
and would have drawn him
away. You will be killed! instantly
killed."
Tom Orion shook him off just as the
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