Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1889-01-19

MADAME. for Gods sake tell me what
| to do; | am stone blind, and cannot see
the danger before us, The good Loru ior-
give me for risking your lives
II was indeed trying situation; to ad-
vance was impossible. and to turn back
erect DANCER for a blind man and two
FRIGHTENED women No human being nor
ba6jtation was in sight; darkness was
descending, and help hardly possible
from other carriages at so late an boar.
What shall we dor" was the mute ap-
neal in the ewes of the three unfortunates-
TO spend the night on the mountain. In
the intense cold, without food and In dan
ger from highway marauders was d
dreary prospect
"Oh, that had been willing. to stay
quietly at home during carnival week.
ccied Margery. dolefully,
How dared you run such great risk
in undertaking to drive us down the
mountain when you cannot seo an men
before your face?' asked Mrs. Lee. indig-
nantly, of the now abject old man.
Lady, | earnestly beg your pardon,
undeserving though am The fault Is
all mine; NJ Joliceur is not to blame. My
grandson, Paolo, was to have driven you
over to Mentone, but last night gentle
man offered him twenty francs to go to
Cannes instead Paolo had dream last
week that TO 303 would win the prize in
the Marsac lottery; twenty francs was
needed to buy the series containing No.
3O3 Paolo let himself be tempted. but
am worse than he-l. with my white
hairs. who ought to be telling my beads
in a corner, instead of driving over the
hills as used to long ago But SignOra
mia. the delight of feeling the reins in my
hands again, and the fresh wind blowing
in my facet
so you let Paolo go to Cannes and you
risked our lives for paltry twenty francs
for one of those Ubiquitous lotteries.
tool' exclaimed Mrs. Lee.
Eyes, madame; I'm very wicked old
man PaOlo drove away from the JOLT
ceur remise this morning with this car
riage On the way to your hotel | took
his place, with little JeannOt to guide me-
The road after La Turbie is usually safe
and quiet as a country lane, so let jean
not off there, as his mother is i'll in cot
tage near by. These horses and have
steady heads and are at home on these
roads All, mel old Brix. the king of
drivers on the Riviera, has lost his crown
now and proved himself an old rascal
But. madame, the demand for men was
great; these carnival days make fools or
villains of us all have never played the
rogue before, and, the blessed Madonna
helping me, | wGl not do it again.
I'm the meantime we are to stay here
OH the mountain to night, ca ching our
death of cold, if no worse fate overtakes
u.s." said Margery, hopelessly.
lis not that the sound of horses
hoofs?" suddenly interrupted old Brix.
whose ears were sharper than those of
people blessed with sight.
The old man was right, and presently
horseman was seen approaching at
spanking pace round the brow of the Hill
1t was Sydney Neal, who nad ridden
across the valley as Mr. Toggery had ad-
vised, and by inquiring at La Turbie.
had followed the carriage, instead of com
ing to meet it, as he had at first planned
Margery sprang forward to meet him
with welcome as eager as If he had been
an old and valued friend for years. After
ward only, she blushed a little at the
memory of how she had seized his arm
with both her hands, and begged him to
contrive some means of rescue
| With a mans nerve, cool head and
fortunately sharp eyes, it was no very
| difficult matter to unharness the horses,
| turn the carriage round, by the united
efforts of the company. reharness and go
/ back to the first comfortable lodging for
the night.
Thanks to the Intervention of the big
stone. Sydney Neal was enabled TO as
sumo in.one short hour the role he so COW
eteG that of protector and friend to the
beautiful girl he had learned to love
| Old Brix escaped the punishment he de-
served; nay worse. Neal was weakly in
dulgent enough to send the old fellow
| favor, to wear at his wedding with Mar
gerry. three months later.-Lucy Blake in
Frank Leslie.