Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-07-26

anysM g about your banks nor their
defalcators- I've been only two weeks in
your country. and think it's the snow
lest climate going. Ny nnme is Ernest
T1nsallon. and was to have been met at
the station by Col Copley. Of the Four
Hnndredth cavalry"
Eunice Barlow gave Q little shrek Of
amazement. ''Sir Ernest Mnsanonl" she
cried The Engiishman who was com
ing out here to hunt buffalo, and follow
up the line of the Pine Iiver7 But you
have aighted at the wrong station; you
should have stopped at Pine Barracks,
seven miles beyond here.
Il heard the conductor bawl out some
thing about pine Of one sort or another. :"
said the young Briton- Il was dead
asleep. and didn't stop to discriminate.
take, have n But. all the same, II s aw
fully good Of you to offer to conduct me
to place of Christian shelter"
And have made q mistake too" said
Eunice. with gasp. Just before your
train came IN there was message wired
TO Big Pine Station message to detain
the train was all alone, but could
IaVC ASc4S4 A&i1Il AQCO LILO C1CACt OtllSS per
fectly well We western girls are pre-
pared for any emergency with some
pride) But was so sorry for you, you
looked so young and innocent: and de-
ternined to give you one more chance
''For new career" interrupted the
stranger, with gust Of laughter The
key to the puzzlel see it all now. Don't
you know, l was beginning to think you
must be lunatic. And how disagreeably
near came to being locked up, after ALL
seems to have got off scot free. Really,
now, If ever man had genuine guardian
angel, you are enc, he added, as Eunice
led the way into a pretty little sitting
room nuns with tho Last OF the Christmas
pet and curtains, where fire Of logs
burned on the open hearth and a coy
meal was spread On the table.
Sir Ernest Tinsallon slept In the
spare chamber that night, was called
by starlight. and breakfasted at
6 O'clock the next morning with the
telegraph operator and her mother, end
afterward accompanied her to the Big
Pine station, plunging through white
masses of Snow drift. and sliding. school
boy fashion, across the mirror like surface
of frozen brooks. Mr.. Pettyclove was
there, with his face tied up in spotted
silk pocket handkerchief There were
also several kilograms awaiting the hand
of the operator. One was from the chief
of police at White Peak. stating-rather
late, perhaps-that the bank defalcator
had at the eleventh hour, and on the very
step, so TO speak, of the train. surrendered
himself to the local authorities There
was another, from Col Copley, of the
Four Hundredth cavity, inquiring if any
thing had been heard at Big Pine station
Of the missing English beronet who was
overdue at the barracks.
"Only link, aid Miss Barlow, with O
little shiver, ''if l had locked you up in
the ticket Office ell night, what would
Col. Ccpley have said!''
That, under the circumstances, you
had aone no more than your country ex-
peoted of you, returned Sir Ernest. But,
l say. all this thing was awfully plucky
of you, Miss Barlow. don't know of an
English girl that would have had the
courage to go through with it,"
Eunice smiled little "Eere Is your
train, Sir Ernest, she said.
But l haven't thanked you half
enough" He stood holding both her
hands. his fresh English face all eager
ness.
1T is quite unnecessary to say any
more observed Miss Barlow, quietly.
There Is the telegraph. lam wanted at
my post Of duty now. Good-by. Sir Ern-
est. wish you very pleasant journey"
Sir Ernest Tineallon went on his way
into the blue, giittering Geld of that peer
less winter morning. with the pine trees
looking like Druids clad In er1nine robes,
and the plains all sneeted IN level pearl.
and Eunice Barlow never saw him more
No, he did not come back to WOO and wed
her, IS the hero Of an orthodox love tale
should have done. He could not, being
already engaged to another young woman
in England. But he sent superb ham
per of game to Mrs. Barlow, IN care of the
telegraph onerator at Big Pine station;
and at msay an English dinner table
afterward he told the story of his mid,
night adventure ia the wild west
1.-The prettiest girl you ever saw, by
Jove" he reiterated, In that earnest way
Of his. land the plucldest Joan of Arc
was nothing to her. dreamed of her for
4 week afterwards, with her swinging
antern and those great gray eyes Of hers,
Ind the pretty little speeches about Turn
ng over nLw leaf that she made to me.
Yes, did, and I'm not ashamed to own
t, even before Lady Tinsallon hero. Eth,
Kate7"
And the English bride laughed good
and observed that ito hear
Sir Ernest talk, the American girls must /
70 full fsdged heroines.
"She was; can vouch for that" said
Sir Ernest.-Lucy Randall Comfort in
Iarper's Bazaar.