Connecticut western news., 1888-08-29

your train camo in there was a message wired to Big Pine station--a message to detain bank robbcr who was said to bo on tho train. l was all alone, but could have locked him into the ticket offico perfectly well. Wo Western girls are prepared for any emergency" (witb some prido). But was sorry for you, you looked so young aud innocent; and determined to give you one moro chance"
 ''For new carcer," interrupted tho stranger, with gust of laughter. ''The key to the puzzle! I sec it all now. Don't youknow, I was beginning to think you must be 0 lunatic. And how disagreeably near camo to being locked up, after all! Aud the bank fellow, whoever he is, seems to havo got off scot free. Really, now, if ever a man hal a genuine guardian angel, you are one," he addod. as Euuice led the way into pretty little sitting room, all aglow with red carpet and curtains, where fire of logs burned on the opcn hearth and a cosy meal was spread on the table.
 Sir Ernest Tinsalloa slept in tho spare chamber that night, was called by star light, and breakfastcd at 6 o'clock tho next morning with the telegraph oper- ator and her mother, and aftorward ac- companiod her to tho Big Pine station, plunging through white masses of snow drift and sliding, school-boy fashion, across the mirror-liko surface of frozon brooks. Mr. Pettyclovo was there with his face tied up in a spotted silk pocket handkerchief. There were also sever al telegram' awaiting the hand of the op- orator. Olo was from tho chief of police at Whito Peak, statiug-rather late, perhaps-that tn, bank defalcator had at the eleve nth hour and on ths very step, so to speak, of the train, sur rendered himself to the local authorities. There was another from Col. Copley of the Tooth Cavalry, inquiring if anything had been heard at Bis Pin, station of the missing English baronot who was overdue at tn, barracks.
 "Only thiak," sail Miss Barlow, with little shiver, If had locked you up in the ticket office all night, what would Col. Copley have saida"
 ''That, under tho circumstances, you had done no moro than your country expected of you," returned Sir Ernest. ''But, Isay, all this thing was awfully plucky of you, Miss Barlow. 1don't know of an English girl that would have had tho courage to go throu ,h with it."
 Eunice smiled little. 'Hcre is your train, Sir Ernest" shc said.
 "But I haven't thanked you half enough" H, stood holding both her hands his fresh English face all eager ness.
 'It is quite unnecessary to say any morc," observed Miss Barlow, quietly. "Thcro is the telegraph. am wanted at my post of duty now. Good by, Sir Ernest. I wish you Q vory pleasant journey"
 Sir Ernest Tinsallon went on his way into tho blue, glittering cold of that peerless winter morning, with the pine trees looking like Drui Is clad in ermine robes, and the plains all sheeted in level pearls, and Eunice Barlow never saw him moro. No, he did not come back to woo and wed her, as the hero of an orthodo OK love talo should havo done. He could not, being already engaged to another young woman in England. But he sent superb hamper of game to Mrs. Barlow, in care of the telegraph operator at Big Pine station; and al m,ny an English dinner table afterward ho told the story of his midnight adven ture in the wild west.
 ''The prcttiest girl you ever saw, by Jove! ho reiterated, in that earnest way of his, 'and tho pluckiest! Joan o. Arc was nothing to her. l dreamed o her for q week ofterwarl, with hel swinging lantern and those great gray eyes of hers, and tho pretty little speeches about turning over new leaf that sho made to mo. Yes, did; and I'm not ashamed to own it, even be- fore Lady Tinsallon here. Eh, Kate?
 Aud the English bride laughed good humoredly, and observed that Ito hea1 Sir Ernest talk, tho American girls must bo full flodged heroines."
 ''She was; l can vouch for that" said Sir Ernest. [Harpcr's Bazar.