The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-05-14

"Thev are like summer Skies" sal,
Charley Childs. f'.r
II swear that they are just like tn
binding of Owen Meredith blue an,
gold" said Dick Manchester.
"And what is your comparison, Mr.
Atwood~ said Florence looking up arch
ly at David.
"His answer was involuntary. "They
are like the blue larkspur which ued tt
grow in my mothers garden" he s;id.
Florence Castleton blushed; il vas thu
only time had seen her Blush. Looking
up, she suddenly met the eyes of mel
guardian, Mr.. Gray, who was present
Rising quickly, she went to the piano
and seating herself, played light air.
That night cry OF fire awoke me.
lay unaffected for a moment until | sud
denly perceived the odorof smoke. Ris
ing quickly, Iopened the door; the hal
was filled with smoke and there was gret
confusion in the house. The cry Of Fire
Fire" arose.
Hung on wrapper, drew on slippers
and commenced putting my most valua
BILE papers in my writing desk. While
Was doing this there came a quick stel
on the stairs, and voice crying the
names of all who slept on the landing.
opened my door again and saw for the
first time that the doors Of all the othel
chambers were open, and the occupant.
had He'd. 1T was a servant.
| ttOh onnaa damn For haouapo On lo ~
she cried. "lhe back part of the house
is afire from cellar to roof, inside!"
There were doors in the hall shutting
all the back part of the house off from
the front. ~.. ...
care all out?" I asked, finging coat
around me and taking up my precious
writing desk. "Miss Forbes, Mr.. and
Mrs Blake, Miss Houston, and Miss Gas.
tletonF said |, as we went through the
smoky hall.
"Heayen have mercy" cried the Irish
girl, "but don't think Mss Castleton
is out! haven't seen her! Oh, what
will dow
just then figure came leaping up.
stairs.
GO downp' he cried to me as he
sprang past me. ..-.
He flung open the door between the
two halls. A volume of smoke poured
cut, and retreated. 1t was David At
wood. l knew instinclively that he had
gone for Florence CastIeeon, and that
she would Immediately be safe.
Downstairs the people were carrying
out furniture, and the greatest confusion
and CONSERVATION, mingled with much
active energy, prevailed.
Mr.. Gray caught the arm of Mrs.
Hawley, as she fled down the stairs with
pile of valuable clothing.
"Miss Castleton, Mrs. Hawley-where
is sbe9" he cried.
II ttcn't know! don't knoww she ex-
claimed despairinglY, 'Some one went
for her. l have not seen iier-"
Mr.. Gray interrupted her with an
oath, and sprang to The stairs; but at that
instant the form of David Atwood
emerged from the smoke on the stairway.
with the senseless form OF Florence CAS-
Teton in his arms. She had apparently
tainted with fright, or been over-powered
bv the smoke. Sac was half dressed; her
beautiful hair swept over David's arm,
her white, unconscious face was clasped
to his breast.
They c,rried her into the air, and she
soon revived, and was carried to the
hotel where Mr.. Gray resided.
1he fire WAS finally extinguished, but
the house was very much injured, and
rendered untenable until repaired. 1t was
spring, and went out Of town; but that
summer | received the following letter
from jeanette Manchester:
my DEAREST ESTHER: Tve such
news to tell you! Florence Cas,leton has
married that llorrid awkward David At
wood, who is "a fright, if he does play
beautifully on the violin. 1t seems that
he saved her from the fire, and she went
into passion of gratitude, aud he told
her that he loved her; and that WAS a
pretty state Of affairs for that aristocra-
tic Gray, who is more than half in love
with her himself, / believe. But they
say that she said to him: Dear guard
ian, remember my mother and he gave
right up and let her marry Atwood. l
wasn't at the wedding; it took place at
the Grays' country seat, and they say
that the bride wore blue larkspur in her
hair. Horrid taste and SO forth.
~. MANCHESTER"
I smiled. was very glad.