Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1888-07-21

"a heard the conductor bawi out some
thing about pine of one sort or another. 4"
said the young Briton. 81 was dead
asleep. and didn't stop to discriminate,
and scrambled of. So I've made mis-.
take. have II But, all the same, it's aw-
fully good of you to offer to conduct me
to place of Christian shelter"
"And have made mistake too" said
Eunice, with gasp. Just before your
train came In there was a message wired
to Big Pine stations message to detain
a bank robber who was said to be on
the train. | was all alone, but could
have locked him into the ticket office per
fectly we'll We western girls are pre-
pared for any emergency" with some
pridel But was so sorry for you, you
looked so young and innocent; and de-
termined to give you one more chance
"For a new career" interrupted the
stranger, with gust of laughter 1.-The
key to the puzzlei see it all now. Don't
you know, ] was beginning to think you
must be lunatic. And how disagreeably
near came to being locked up, after ALI
And the bank fellow. whoever he Is.
seems to have got off scot free. Really,
now, if ever man had a genuine guardian
ulkcl. 1ot a4C ohc. uC uuOcu, Us EQllC6
led the way into a pretty little sitting
room hung with the last of the Christmas
evergreens, and all aglow with red car.
pet and curtains. where a FIRE of logs
burned on the open hearth and q cozy
meal was spread on the table.
Sir Ernest Tinsallon slept In the
spare chamber that night. was called
by starlight. and breakfasted at
Q o'clock the next morning with the
telegraph operator and her mother. and
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 q spotted
silk pock.t 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 cavalry, inquiring If any
thing 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. If 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 more than your country ex-
pected of you. returned Sir Ernest "But,
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 a little. Here Is your
train, Sir Ernest" she said
But Y 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 Tinsallon went on his way
into the blue, giittering cold of that peer
less winter morning. with the pino trees
looking like Druids clad in ermine robes,
and the plains all sheeted In level pearl,
and Eunice Barlow never saw him more.
No, he did not come back to WOO and wed
her, as 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 operator at Big Pine station;
and at many an English dinner table
afterwsrd he told the story of his mid
night adventure in the wild west
THE prettiest girl you ever saw. by
Jover he reiterated. in that earnest way
of his. land the pluckiestl Joan Of Arc
was nothing to her. dreamed Of her for
week afterwards, with her swinging
lantern and those great gray eyes of hers,
and the pretty little speeches about turn.
ing over new leaf that she made to me.
Yes, did; and I'm not ashamed to own
it. even before Lady Tinsallon here. Eh.
Katef"
And the English bride laughed good
humoredly, and observed that Ito hear
Sir Ernest talk, the American girls must
be full fedged heroines."
''She was; l can vouch for that, said
Sir Ernest.-Lucy Randall Comfort in
Harper's Bazaar.
Mrs. Elizabeth Cady Stanton.