The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1888-08-23


wired to Big Pine stations message
to detain q bank robber who was said
to be on tho train. I was all alone, but
could have locked him into the ticket
Office perfectly we'll. We Western girls
are prepared for any emergency" with
soms pride). "But I was sorry for you,
you looked SO young aud innocent; and
l determined to give you ono more
chance"
"FOr a now career" interrupted the
stranger, with gust of laughter.
"Tho key to tho puzzlel ! soc 1t all
now. Don't you know, l was beginning
to think you must be lunatic. And
how disagreeably near I camo to being
locked up, after ALL Aud the bank
fellow, whoever hc is, seems to have
got off scot FREQ Really, now. ifever a
man had genuine guardian angel, you
are one," no added. as Eunice led the
way into pretty little sitting room, all
aglow with red carpet and curtains,
where fire of logs burned on the open
hearth and a cosy meal was spread on
the table.
Sir Ernest Tinsallon slept in the spare
chamber that night, was called by star
light, and breakfasted at 6 o'clock the
next morning with the telegraph oper-
ator and her mother, and aftorward ac-
companied her to tho 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 sever al
telegram, awaiting the hand of the op-
orator. Ono was from tho chief of
police at White Peak, stating-rather
late, perhaps-that tho bank defalcator
had at the eleventh hour and on tho
very step, SO TO speak, of the train, sur
rendered himself to the local authorities.
There was another from Col. Copley Of
the 4oOth Cavalry, inquiring if anything
had been heard at Big Pima station of
tho missing English baronet who was
overdue at the barracks.
"only think" said Miss. Barlow, with
little shiver, "lf I had locked you up
in the ticket Office all night, what would
Col. Coploy have saidT
''That, under tho circumstances, you
had dono no more than your country
expected OF you," returned Sir Ernest.
''But, Isay, all this thing was awfully
plucky Of you, Miss Barlow. Idon't
know of an English girl that would
have had the courage to go through
with it."
Eunics smiled . little Here Is
your train. Sir Ernest" she said.
"But l haven't thanked you half
enough" H, stood holding both her
hands, his fresh English face all eager
ness.
ut is 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
Ernest. wish you very pleasant
journey"
Sir Ernest Tinsallon went on his way
into the blue, glittcring cold of that
peerless winter morning, with the pine
trees looking like Druids clad in ermine
robes, and the plains all sheeted in level
pearls, 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 hamper Of game to
Mrs. Barlow. in care of the telegraph
operator at Big Pine station; and al
many an English dinner tablo afterward
he told the story OF his midnight adven,
ture in tho wild west.
'The prottiest girl you ever saw, by
Jovel' he reiterated, in that earnest
way of his, "and the pluckiest! Joan O.
Arc was nothing to her. / dreamed o
her for week sfterward, with heI
swinging lantern and those great gray
eyes of hers, and the pretty LITTLE
speeches about turning over new leaf
that she made to me. Yes, did; ant
I'm not ashamed to own it. even be-
fore Lady Tiasallon here. Eh, Katea
Aud the English bride laughed good
humoredly, and observed that ito hea
Sir Ernest talk, tho American. girls
must be full flsdged heroines."
''She was; can vouch for that" sale
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