The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1888-10-27


bank defalcator."
ooh, come, now; won't you give q
fellow q cha7ce?' uttered her conpan-
ron. Gas the school books say Strike,
but hear I've nobodys money but my
own, and none too much of that. !
don't know anything about your banks
ror their deia!cators. I've been only
two weeks in your country and / think
its the snowicst climate going. My
name is Ernest Tinsalloa, and l was to
have been met at the station by Col.
Copley of the 4OOth Clvalry"
Eunice Barlow gave little shrek OF
amazcmcnt. "Sir Ernest Tinsallon!'
she cried. "The Englishman who was
coming out here to hunt buffalo and
follow up the line of the Pine river?
But you have ali-hted at the wrong
station; you should have stopped at
Pine Barracks, seven miles beyond
here"
Il heard the conductor bawl out
something about pine of one sort or
another" said the young Briton. 81
was dead asleep, and didn't stop to
discriminate, and l scrambled off. So
I've made a mistake, have II Bat all
the same, it's awiully good of you to
offer to conduct me to a place of Christ
ian shelter"
'And have made mistake too"
said Eunlcc with a gasp. Just before
your train came in there was a message
wired to Big Pine station--a message
to detain bank robber who was said
to be on the train. l 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 pride). ''But was sorry for you,
you looked so young aad innocent; and
determined to give you one moro
chance"
"For a new career" interrupted the
stranger, with a gust of laughter.
THE key to the puzzle. l see it all
now. Don't youknow, l was beginning
to think you must be lunatic. And
now disagrceably near came to being
locked up, after all! And the bank
fellow, whoever he is, seems to have
got of scot free. Really, now, if ever
man had genuine sulrdian angel, you
are one, ;" he added, as Eunice led the
way into a pretty little sitting room, all
agiow with red carpet and curtains,
where fire of logs burned on the open
hearth and a cosy meal was spread on
the table.
Sir E:acst TiasalloI Sep. il the spare
chamber that night, was called by star
light. and brcaktasted at 6 o'clock the
next morning with the telegraph oper-
ator AID her mother, and afterward &C.
her to the Big Pine station,
fiunging through white masses of snow
drift and siding, school-boy fashion,
across the nirror-like surface OF frozen
brooks. Mr.. Pettyclove was there with
his face tied up IN spotted silk pocket
There were also several
kilograms awaiting the hand of the OPP
orator. One was from tn. chief of
police at White Peak, statinc-rather
late, perhaps-that til, bank de.alcato
mad at the eleventh hour and on the
very step, so to speak, OF the train, sur
rendered himself to the local authorities.
There was another from Col. Copley of |
he 4OOth Cavalry, inquiring if anything
lad been hearl at b, Pias station OF !
he missing English baroae. who was
overdue at the barracks.
'Olly Think said Miss Barlow. with /
, little shiver, az had locked you up
n the ticket office all night, what would
Col. Copley have saidw
That, under the circumstances. YOU
had done no more than your country
of you," returned Sir Ernest.
But. say, ell this thing was awtully
'lucky of you. Miss Barlow. Idon't
know of an Engii-h girl that would
iavc had the courage to 80 throu n
with it,"
"But I haven't thanked you half
II; stood holding both her