The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-07-09
whittier or emf ana run for it. snow storm


rravely proceeded Miss Barlow. Mind,
I assert That a. the very beginning But.
as I said before, am willing 70 give You
ono more chance"
Very kind of you, I'm sure" hope
lcssly murmured the young man But
would it De considered intrusive If were
TO ask what the oifense Isl"
"You have basely absconded with your
EMPLOYERS money" said Eunice. with the
freezing sternness of idealized justice; in
other words, you are bank defalcator.
mo. I'm not" stoutly asserted the
stranger II beg pardon for contradict
ing YOU, but that 5 all a mistake from be-
ginning to end Iii stand a treat deal.
but / won't stand suoh names as that. ~
This is scarcely iair return for my
treatment Of YOU, said Eunice, with some
contempt. Deceit added to crime -
ooh, come. now, won't you give fel-
low a chance uttered her companion.
CAS- the school books say, Strike, but
hear I've nobody's money but my own,
and not too much of that. don't know
ANYTHING 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 name is Ernest
Tinsallon. and | was to have been met at
the station by Col. Copley. Of the Fonr
Hundredth cavalry"
Eunice Barlow gave little shrek OF
amazement. Sir Ernest Tinsallonl' she
cried. The Englishman who was com
ing ont here 10 hunt buffalo, aud follow
up the line of the Pine river? But you
have alighted at the wrong station you
should have stopped at Pine Barracks,
seven miles beyond here"
II heard the conductor bawl out some
thing about pine OF one sort or another,
said tlc Young BritOn. II was dead
asleep. aud didn't stop to discriminate.
and ! scrambled OFF. So I've made mis-
take, have T. But. all the same, its aw
fully good Of you 10 offer 10 conduct me
to a place of Christian shelter"
And have made a mistake too, said
Eunice, with gasp. Just before your
train came in there was message wired
10 Big Pine station-a message to detaln
a bank robber who was said 10 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
pride). But was so sorry for you, you
looked 50 young and innocent; and | de.
termined 70 give you one more chance -
For a new career interrupted the
stranger, with a gust of laughter. "Ihe
key to thc puzzle sec il all now. Don't
you know, ! was beginning to think you
must be a lunatic. And how disagreeably
near / came TO being locked up, after all.
And the bank fellow, whoever he is
Seems to have got off scot free. Really
now. if ever man had a genuine guardian
angel, you are one, he added, as Eunice
lod 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 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. 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 spotted
silk pocket handkerchief There were
also several kilograms awaiting the hand
Of the operator. One wa3 from the chief
Of police at White Peak, stating-rather
late. porhaps-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. Coplcy, Of tho
Four Hundredth cavalry inquiring if any
thing had been heard at big Pine station
Of the missing English haronet vino was
overdue at the barracks.
Only think" said Miss Barlow, with
little SILVER, "if had locked you up in
the ticket Office all night, what would
Col Copley have said!'
That. under the circumstances, you
had done 10 more than your country cX
pected oi YOU, returned Sir Ernest. But,
i say. all this thing was awiully plucky
of YOU, Miss Barlow don't know of an
English girl that would have had the
courage to % through with 1t.
Eunice smiled little Here Is your
train. Sir Ernest she said.
" But / haven't thanked you half
enough" He stood holding both her
hands, his fresh Englis. face all eager
ness.
1t l. quite unnecessary TO say any
more observed Miss Barlow, quietly
There Is the telegraph am wanted at
my post of duty now. Good.by, Sir Ern.
est. / wish you a very pleasant journey.
Sir Ernest Tinsallon vent on his way
into the blue, gltieiing odd Of that peer
less winter morning with the pine trees
looking like Druids clad in ermine robes,
and the plains all sheeted in level pearl
and Euuico Barlow never saw him more.
No. he did not come back TO WOO and we'd
her as the hero of an orthodox love tale
should have done He could not, being
already engaged 70 another young woman
in England. But he sent superb ham
per of game 10 Mrs. Barlow. in care of the
telegraph operator at Zig Pine station;
and at many au English dinner table
afterward lie cold the story Of his mid
night adventure ia the Wild west.
THE prettiest girl ynu ever saw, by
Jove" he reiterated. in that earnest way
If his, and TIE piuckiostl Joan Of Arc
was nothing t. iier. dreamed OF her for
= week afterwards. with her swinging
lantern and those great gray eyes of hers,
aud the pretty little speeches about turn
ting over new ieat that she made to TIE.