The Opelousas courier., 1889-11-16

vanquisher'of all hearts, no matter how
brave and Free" murmured GenevieVe.
"But my former conquests have not been
all-convincing, because Mr.. Balkan is
really the only true, fine person Of envia-
BILE position and means whom I ever met
In u set. There seem to be a thousand
foolish bachelors to one downright
hero!'
IT think Hall is a fine fellow" Nellie
again admitted, softly, thrusting her lit
tie hand upon Genevieve's arm for a few
steps, and then stopping her arbitrarily.
md letting the Others catch up with
them. GLOW far north we seem" shs
then exclaimed. II am sure the Arctic
Sea is over that hill of pines by the
meadow. Ribbons of white cloud and
this exhilerating atmosphere make me
feel as if I were somebody else! Oh, we
are explorers. Is that a Polar bear or a
snow drift?n she concluded, pointing to
a white banked gate post by the cattle
lane.
Cecil Morton tried to shuttle the little
marty in such o way that he would come
next to Genevievc; but she evaded HIM,
BY sheer force of desperation. And, as
luck wpuld have it, Hall Balkan came up
to har with his fine, hearty good cheer
and asked her to walk with him as far as
a wide-spreading elm at a considerable
distance down the high road; and Nellie
Featherly heard him say it. A damask
flush all over Genevieve's face made
Balkan glance round to see if the sunset
had begun yet; but the West was as gray
as a fag-stone. Genevieve was willing,
and they started off at a huge pace.
which the rest tried to initiate; but Dot
too well, as every n of the girls
thought that Balkan wanted to propose
to his companion, and determined to let
| him have q chance.
At last the two figures in advance
=, stopped under the delicate tracery of the
great, bare elm-tree, and seemed to be
talking earnestly. Then a cry went up
from Nellie Featherly, for Genevieve had
sunk to the ground, evidently in a faint,
and Belkan kneeled at her side.
"The walk was too rapid for her" eX-
claimed Nellie, of-hand. ooh, Mr..
! Morton, why must you always be asking
us to go for constitutionals; they'll be
the death of us!" And Nellie, whom nc
one had ever seen really provoked before,
gave him a cross glance; and then went
on a run, accompanied by the reproved
Morton, toward her friend. whif
the others followed more or less ar
IDENTIFY.
kfmfaithful Nellie ran, she discerned a
strange, black cloud rolling toward them
all, down the snowy road. Soon the
motion of two prancing horses became
apparent; and as Nellie reached Gene
vieve's PROSTATE form, in the middle OF
the road, V e which Balkan was bend
ing in absorbed dismay, the plucky girl
realized that a runaway team was in full
swing at a few yards distance, and quite
unobseryed by any one but herself and
Cecil Morton, who shouted to Nellie to
have a care and jump aside.
But this Nellie never thought of do
ing. On she ran, beyond Genevieve,
whose danger was so imminent-and
what could she do to avert the dangerl
In her muf was a ball of snow, which
had been reduced by careful manipula'
ton (under Morton's Instructions to ar
icy consistency capable, as her teacher
had explained, of killing anybody, i
rightly aimed. 1t is by no means easy tt
swerve the direction of a maddened
horse. But one of these was running
away because the other wanted to, an6
he yet retained some common-sense. A
any rate, Nellie drew forth her icy bal
in a twinkling, and hurled it, by goo6
luck. at the saner horse flor thew wert
now close at hand) with such splendid
vigor and true aim that it hit him furi
ously on the nose. He plunged aside
slipped on the hard crust of the old snow
beside the road, and keeled over, carry
Ing his rampant mate with him into TIM
ditch. They were q powerful team be
longing to Nellie's uncle, and were drag:
ging an empty wood-sledge. Theil
driver was hallooing in the distance, a
he ran YEARLY along.
Nellie pondered a moment over tn
success Of her defense and gazed at thu
quivering limbs of the foe, and thel
turned back to Genevieve, painting. Th'
girls were on the bank at the other sid
Of the road.
Meantime, Balkan had but just looked
up, realized the peril and caught Gene
We've in his arms, while Morton threw
his weight wildly upon the young man.
struggling shoulders. It is always il
some such way that a person weak il
emergencies assists the real actors.
So swiftly do runaway horses nrocee,