Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1888-06-07

tennis practice. When u woman puts her
strength 10 such a use-and such n strain
as IL must have been, by Jove! why
Kate. I doubt IL you could so much as
walk 10 town and back. But when a wom-
An saves two or three hundred lives at
one stroke. Ny goodness, Kate
What have you been doing 20 your foott'
For Mrs. Middleton had unconseiously
pushed the wounded loot into sight, and
its Load Of b~sndages, piled up by Brid-
| gets clumsy fingers, and finished with a
red iannel swathing, was indeed calcu-
lated 10 strike terror TO the beholder.
81 took a little walk to-day" replied
Kate. guilty. trying to hide the o o
again beneath the hem Of her dress.
But don't let us talk about that, Tom.
Pm sorry | seemed queer and cold when
YOU came in. I wasn't feeling well, and
you-you looked 50. II made me SILVER"
Like many people vino are dauntless in
the presence Of real danger, Kate had all
! her life been shy Of praise. II she could
have kept the knowledge Of her escapade
a. the mentally termed it, from her hus-
band. she would gladly have done IL. But,
stupid as he was in some ways, obtuse rs
he was. he was not to be put of in this
way. He was already on his knees be-
side her, cutting threads, removing pins
and undoing cloths. in spite Of her pro-
tests. until he disclosed a little foot pur-
pie with bruises, and with an ugly gaping
cut on one side.
y wonder you are not yourself to-
night. A little walk | should say 50.
| Kate, what have you been mp 10 now>"
II had on my slippers" confessed the
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them. Let il alone, Tom. It'll be all
right tomorrow
"a little walk" persisted Tom.
aGreat Cesar. Kate. you are not TO be
trusted alone any more than n two-year-
old babe: I'll never dare to go of and
leave you again"
ar hadn't taken my little walk. YOU
yo~u-mightn't have had the chanc ~
cried poor Kate, cornered At last.
MY soul,' cried Tom. a light dawning
upon him at last. ut was you"
think he kissed the little lame, bruised
feet. am afraid he did n great many
foolish things, and humbled himself
most lamentably to show his love for his
brave young wife, his pride IN her, and
his contrition.
There was a purse made up by the pas
: NfuEfEN ttA ~ ONtIi III u tAAh' Abt'Ah
day, to reward the plucky woman who had
saved them from such a frightful disaster,
but they were never able to find her out
The station-master and Jack Spencer
kept their secret we'll. The only sub
~script1on that ever reached its destina'
ton was Tom Middleton's. His wife
some times wears n very ugly bracelet SCI
with a couple Of very large and ponderou'
gold coins. When people question hei
about it she replies that it is a medal Ton
once awarded her for a race she won 1
is generally understood that she refers Il
some rowing match or horseback ride, fol
there are boats on the pond now, saddle
horses in Toms stable, and "A tennis
court on the lawn. But even As she an.
swers Kate sees again the railroad train
with its precious living freight. thunder
ing on To destruction, and a m bare
headed, wild-eyed. with drnggled dres,
and bleeding feet, racing desperately
across a rough country, in n mad effort 70
avert the impending danger.-FI0ra
Hdiaes LoHgheai, in .iryoHdHt