Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-08-09
usr sa,d Mr.. Lee, hall under her prea1l

On! said Nh. Lee, hall under her Dreatn-
''Stopi stop! not step further. or you
Vim have Us all over tho precipioe" cried
Margery, selling the coachman's arm
Never till the day Of their death wiz
those two women forget the Mortified e1-
preston of that white haired old man as
he turned his face toward them and ssid.
in awestrrck tones:
Madame, for Gods sake tell me what
to do; am stone blind, and cannot see
the danger before Us The good Lord for
give me for risking your lives.
It was indeed . trying situation; to ad-
vance vas impossible, and to turn back q
great danger for q blind man and two
frightened women. No human being nor
habitation was in sight; darkness was
descending, and help hardly possible
from other carriages at 80 late an hour.
What shall we dor was the mute ap-
peal In the eyes Of the three unfortunstes.
To spend the night on the mountain. in
the intense cold, without food and in dan
ger from highway narauders was
dreary prospect
"Oh. that had been willing to stay
quietly at home during carnival week."
cried Margery, dolefully.
Glow dared you run such great risk
In undertaking to drive Us down the
mountain when you cannot see an inch
before your FACET asked Mrs. Lee. indig-
nantly, of the now abject old man.
Lady. I earnestly beg your pardon,
undeserving though am The fault is
su mine; NJ Jolceu1 is not to blame Ny
grandson, Paolo, was TO have driven you
over to Mentone, but last night gentle
man offered him twenty francs to go to
Cannes instead Paolo had dream last
week that No. 303 would win the prize in
the Msrsac lottery; twenty francs was
needed to buy the series containing No.
BOB. PaoIo Let himself b tempted. but
am worse than he-I, with my white
hairs, who ought to be telling my beads
in corner, instead of driving over the
hills as I used to long ago. But Signora
mia, the delight of feeling the reins in my
hands again, and the fresh wind blowing
in my facet"
so you let Paoio 20 to Cannes and you
risked our lives for paltry twenty francs
for one Of those Ubiquitous lotteries,
toot" exclaimed Mrs. Lee
Eyes, madame; I'm q very wicked old
man Paolo drove away from the JOLT
cceur remise this morning with this car
rage. On the way to your hotel / took
his place, with little Jeannot to guide me-
The road after La Turtle is usually safe
and quiet as country lane, so let jean
not off there, as his mother is Ill in cot
tage near by. These horses and l have
steady heads and are at home on these
roads. All, mel old Brix, the king of
drivers on the Riviera, has lost his crown
now and proved himself an old rascal
But, madame, the demand for men was
great; these carnival days make fools or
villains of Us all I have never played the
rogue before, and, the blessed Madonna
helping me, will not do it again
In the meantime we are to stay here
on the mountain tonight, ca-ching our
death of cold, If no worse fate overtakes
u.s." said Margery, hopelessly.
'Is not that the sound Of a horses
hoofs2" suddenly interrupted Old Brix,
whose ears were sharper than those Of
people blessed with sight
The old man was right, and presently
horsen1an was seen approaching at a
spanking pace round the brow Of the hill.
It was Sydney Neal, who had ridden
across the valley as Mr.. Toggery had ad
vised. and by inquiring at La Turbie,
had followed the carriage, instead Of COM
ing to meet it, as he had at first planned
Margery sprang forward to meet him
with a welcome as eager as il he had been
an old and valued friend for years After
ward only, she blushed little at the
memory Of how she hsd seized his arm
with both her hands. and begged him to
contrive some means Of rescue.
With mans nerve, cool head and
fortunately sharp eyes. it was no very
difficult matter to unharness the horses,
turn the carriage round, by the united
efforts Of the company, reharness and go
back to the first comfortable lodging for
the night
Thanks to the Intervention Of the big
stone. Sydney Neal was enabled to as
sumo in one short hour the role he 80 COW
eted. that of protector and friend, to the
beautiful girl he had learned to love.
Old Brix escaped the punishment he de-
served; nay, worse, Neal was weakly in
dulgent enough to send the old fellow 3
favor, to wear OF his wedding with Mar
gerry, three months later.-Lucy Blake in
Frank Leslie.