Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1881-12-22
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your heart young man. If the young
lady likes you, she'll stick to you through
thick and thin I'll do my best to help
you"
"Oh, heavenr she cried again. "Oh,
my darling, l hear the horses feet
There are more of them. Oh, sir, look;
tell me-"
looked and saw many armed horse
men following swiftly.
CLOSER to my heart, Betty" cried the
young man. "My beloved, they come"
He drew his sword.
Among other things he wore a sword.
pulled my pistol from my pocket.
We all stretched our heads forward,
and at that moment the coach turned
rocky point of the road, and | saw we
were on the margin of precipice.
All the time Black Jane had kept up
her furious speed, and l saw We were
in danger.
"Have n carel" cried /.
Faster |" cried the young man.
Suddenly there came jolt and n
scream from the young lady. l heard
him say, "At last we die together.
And the coach lay fiat on its side
not over the precipice, but on the edge
of it.
A man is a little stunned by n thing
like that.
When l climbed out of the window
and helped old Anthony up with the
coach, and coaxed Black Jane to quiet
ness, remembered that no one else got
out of the vehicle, and looked about
in vain for my pretty lovers. They
were not there, nor were there any signs
of the troop of horsemen I'had seen
dashiug up the hill. They could not
have passed us in the narrow path by
any possibility.
Eve ran chance for our lives, mas
ter" said Anthony. "Yet l am called
good driver, and Black Jane is the kind
est thing I ever saw in harness. Thank
thing we did not go over the cliff.
"But where did they go?" asked.
"Who?" said Anthony.
"The two lovers-the pretty creatures
in fancy dress. The people who were
after them-Where are they?"
"Where-" began Anthony. Then
he turned as pale as death. "All good
angels over us y he cried. "We have
ridden with Lady Betty. It's the 10th
of May. l might have known better
than to try the road tonight. Protect
us all. Yes, we've ridden with Lady
Betty"
"Who is LAZY Betty?" said l.. Gas
pretty a creature as ever saw, at all
events. Who is she q
Old Anthony stood looking at me and
shaking his head.
'1ts On old story" he said. Book
learned folks tell it better than l. But
hundred years ago and more, on this
blessed night, my Lady Betty Hope,
the prettiest lady, ran off from coun-
try ball with her fathers young secre-
tary"
''They put one cloak over their heads,
and an old servant drove them, knowing
it was worth his life.
"But before they had gone far, be-
hind them came her kinsfolk, armed
and ready for vengeance. And when
they reached this point they saw that
all was over.
"'Better die together than live apart,
he said, holding her close. Then he
called out to the servant, How goes it?'
"'All is lost, sir said the man. The
horses can't hold up five minutes long
er.'
"'Then drive over said he.
The man obeyed orders.
'But ever since that night, sir, as
sure as the 10th of May comes around
there's plenty here that will tell you
that whoever drives a coach past this
road after nightfall won't ride alone.
"There's nobody that remembered
the night would do it for kingdom, but
forgot. I'm getting old, and forget
things whiles and SO we've ridden with
Lady Betty"
That's the story old Anthony told me,
and what went before is what L saw
and heard. I'm a solid, sensible man,
but facts are facts, and here you have
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