Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1888-08-31
RT TOBACCO, MARYLAND. AUGUST 81, 1883.

your train came in there was a message !
wired to Big Pine station a msssago
to dotain a bank robber who was said /
to be on the train was all alone, but /
could have locked him into the ticket |
office perfectly we'll. We Western girls
are prepared for any emergency" with |
some pridc). but was sorry for you,
you looked 50 young and innoceut; and
determined to give you one moro
chance"
"For now career" interrupted the
stranger, with gust Of laughter.
THE key to tho puzzlel | sec it all
now. Don youknow, | was lightning
to think you must be a lunatic. And
now disogreeably near cam, to being
locked up, after ALL Aud tho bank
fellow, whoever he is, seems TO have
got off scot free. Really, now. ifevcr a
man hal genuine guardian angel, YOU
are one" he addod, as Eunice led the
way into pretty little sitting room, all
agiow with red carpet and curtains,
where fire Of logs burned on the open
hearth and cosy meal was spread on
the table.
Sir Ernest Tinsallol slept in tho spare
chamber that night. was called by star
light, and brcaktastcd at o'clock the
next morning with the telegraph opcr
ator and her mother, and aftorward ac-
companiod her to the Big Pine station,
piunging through white masses Of snow
drift and sliding, school-boy fashion,
across the mirror-like surface of frozen
brooks. Mr.. Pettycloye was there with
his face tied up in a spotted silk pocket
handkerchief. There were also sever al
kilograms awaiting the hand Of tho op.
orator. Olo was from th3 chief of
police at White Peak, tin5-rather
late, perhaps-that tn, bank defalcqtor
had at the eleventh hour and on tho
very step, SO to speak, OF the train, sur
rendered himself to the local authorities.
There was another from Col. Coplcy of
the 400th Cavalry, inquiring if anything
had been heard at Big Pine station OF
the missing English baronet who was
overdue at the barracks.
"Only think, said Miss Barlow, with
a little shiver, tlf l had locked you up
in the ticket office all night, what would
Col. Copley have said?"
"That, under the circumstances, you
had done no moro than your country
expected OF you," returned Sir Ernest.
''But, say, all this thing was awfully
plucky of you, Miss Barlow. Idon't
know of an English girl that would
have had the courage to go throu III
with it,
Eunioe smiled iitti.,~. yrs4sa4g'
your train, Sir Ernest" sh5 said.
'But l haven't thanked you half
enough" H stood holding both her
hands, his fresh English face all eager
ness.
1T is quite unnecessary to say any
more" observed Mis-, BlrIow, quietly.
''Therc is the telegraph. am wanted
at my post of duty now. Coed by, Sir
Ernest. l wish you very pleasant
journey"
Sir Ernest Tinsallon went on his way
into the blue, glittering cold of tnat
peerless winter morning, with tho pine
trees looking like Dru Is clad in ermine
robes, and the plains all sheet,d in level
pearls, and Euaice Barlow never saw
him more. No, he did not como back
to WOO and wed her, as tho hero of aa
orthodox love tale should have done.
He could not, being already engaged to
aEother young woman in England. Bat
he sent a superb bumper of game to
Mrs. Barlow. ia caro- of the telegraph
operator at BIZ Pine station; and at
m my an English dinner table afterward
he told tho story Of his midnight adven-
ture in the wild west.
"Tho prottiest girl you ever saw, by
JoveY he reiterated, in that earnest
way of his, "and the pIuckiestl Joan Of
Arc was nothing to her. l dreamed Of
her for week oftcrwari, with her
swinging lantern and those great gray
eyes of hers, and the pretty little
speeches about turning over new leaf
that she made to me. Yes, did; and
I'm not ashamed to own it. even be
fore Lady TinsalIon here. Eh, Kate9'
And the English bride laughed good
humorediy, and observed that ito hear
Sir Ernest talk, the American girls
must bo full fl 9dgei heroines."
She was; can vouch for that" said
Sir Ernest. II Harpcr's Bazaar.