The Labor enquirer., 1883-03-03

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with stylish, rather faded woman,
whom he appeared to know very well.
There is Mrs. Preston" exclaimed
Nora. you must let her thank you for
me-" r.
(Which is Mrs. Preston9 ?" asked
Philip. 'r.\ + ...
Standing with that tall, ugly man,
with the yellow mustache." &C..
At this moment the "tall. ugly man,
with the yellow mustaehe,"' called out :;
Hello, Phil, I have been wondering
where you had got to-" \
"Why, Nora" exclaimed Mrs. Pres
ton, with gentle, weIl-bred surprise, as
the phaton. drew up before her.
"The pony ran away with me, Grace,
and this gentleman saved my ife," cried
Nora, in her soft, eager voice. "He has
been so kind, said you would thank:
him for me-"
II am indeed thankful for the assist
ance you have rendered my little friend,
here" said Mrs. Preston, with great
courtesy, but looking doubtfully at the
pony, who had never before been known
to do anything SO desperate"
''Let me present my friend, Mr.. Philip
Barton to you, Mrs. Preston" said Hex
ter interrupting Philips disclaimer as to
having done anything which called for
thanks.
"Philip Barton" said Nora aloud, and
looking oddly at her preserver.
Mrs. Preston said few civil things to
Philip, and then turned to Nora.
II think you hardly need an intro
du3tion to Miss Bradfute, Mr.. Barton"
Miss Bradfute," exclaimed Philip,
Their mutual surprise and embarrass-
ment was so evident that Mrs. Preston
IaughingIy asked if there was any mys-
terry and, if so, if she might not be let
into the secret.
There is no mystery, Grace" said
Nora, with a shy little laugh, "but l
have been staying with Mr.. Barton for
some time; don't you remember?. And
it happens that have never before met
Mr.. Philip Barton"
Il hope we shall see a great deal of
you now," said Mrs. Preston, giving him
her hand
Il shall only be too glad" said Philip.
"Of course you will shake hands with
me ?" he said in low voice to Nora,
going round to the side of the phaton
where she sat. eve ought to be very
good friends, you know If I had
been at home for the past six
months we should have been, of
course"
| Il don't know" said Nora, gazing
thoughtfuIly over the sea. "At any rate
we will be now," she added, looking
brightly up into his free. "You know
you saved my life"
Philip thought it was just as we'll that
she should remain under this deIu8ion,
as it was very fortunate one Ior him.
He hated himself for having written
such letter as he had done to, his
mother Fancy his saying that the idea
of marrying Miss Bradfute was distaste-
full to him. Somehow he had imagined
her a tall, angular girl, with pale eyes
and white eyeIashes. And, on the con-
| trary, she was little thing, with chest
nut hair, and deep brown eyes, with
smiling vermiIion lips, and white, even
teeth. The dearest, sweetest little bit Of
life he had ever met. He determined to
write to his mother at once, and tell her
to burn to.ashes his last letter.
He was so engrossed with his own
thoughts, as not to hear all that Hexter
was saying. 1t ended with, Deuce take
nv luck. It ought to have been I that
stopped that confounded pony. She
/ thinks you saved her life, and will fall
in love with you of course. I say, Bar
ton. i is hardly worth while to deny the
engagement is it? 2"
no." said Philip, coony.
"Youare in love with her already, by
/ Jove.'
Tbeend Of the story is too apparent
to be necessary to tell it in detail. A
flew visits at Mrs, Pre8ton'5 pretty cot
tage, where Barton was received qui te
as one Of themselves, and allowed to
hang over the piano, when Nora played,
or to smoke his cigar in the conservatory
while Nora cut flowers for the drawing