Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1890-10-10

winding length.
Dick laughed. If only the blood had
not gone tingling into his face the next
miuutel It was the sudden recollection
that Miss Faulkner had been twice to
Europe which made it.
"Aunt Mary thinks there's no place
like Norwood" said Miss Faulkner
brightly. "It is pretty"
"Not so very" said Dick.
Her blue sash blew into his lap, and
he did not know what to do about it.
"But it is, said Miss Faulkner. "Are
there many young peOple"
"Not very many" said Dick.
He wished Carrie and jim would help
him out, but they were fathOms deep in
low-toued dialogue.
81 think should know" said Miss
Faulkner, whispering and smiling "that
your sister was engaged, even if l didn't
know it."
oIt's plain enough" said Dick.
If she were not so stylish, so rich
hadn't been abroad so frequently And
if he were not haunted by that queer
notion of having seen her beforel
"If 1 didn't bring my book along|
she calculated, humping her hitherto
forgotten pamphlet. "a silly little
thing l was reading in hammock-a
REGULAR hammock 'Molly's Low
ers.' Molly has six frantic lovers so
far and I'm expecting a seventh every
minute"
Why couldn't he think of something
funny to rejoinl He should think of
the right thing later, ne knew.
He ficked the horse, and thought of
saving something about the length of her
visit, but that brought to mind the i'm
posing glories to which she would re-
turn. Rich, stylish, travelled, and Dick
had never been farther than Harrington
in his honest, healthy lifel
But he mastered courage for desper-
ate final effort.
"Havent l seen you befOre!" he said
rather bluntly.
"Mel Wherel" said Miss Faulkner.
"That's what don't know" he said,
lamely. "But 1 thought-why-some-
howl don't know; 1 can't explain it.
Maybe I never have"
He expected no reply to that STAN
mering attempt, and got none. Miss
Faulkner sat quiet, as though discour-
aged and exhausted at last. Aud Dick
Door Dickl He wished that he was
somewhere-anywhere else; that he knew
enough to say boo to goose; that he had
never been born.
What must she think of himl That
he was tongue-tied, rural gawki
He cast an affrigted glance at her, sit
ting demure and lovely. He was almost
in love with her, he knew that. In love
with herl Well, his misery was strange
lv complete. Half an hour ago he had
been phlegmatically serene. Now!
sLook!" Carrie cried, miraculously
rousing herself. "Wild rosesl Jim, go
and get some this instant. Dick, too.
You want some, don't you, Miss Faulk-
nerl"
"Oh, yesi" Miss Faulkner cried, and
took the lines from Dick.
"gYou shall have all 1 can get" he
murmured anxiously.
jim followed him, and Carrie followed
jim.
81 know they'll over ook that prettiest
spray-iust for minute, Miss Faulkner"
she said.
It was for more than a minute. The
horse gave a sudden plunge, though
eighteen years old and soberness itself,
but clung now and then to the frisky
habits of early youth.
A white paper was driven under the
sorrel nose by the wind, and the fright
ened animal gave snort and galloped
down the road at ferocious speed.
There was a turn not far away, and
Dick had not recovered his breath, be-
fore he saw the last flicker Of Miss Faulk-
ner's blue dress in a cloud of dust. The
old horse few round the corner.
"shell be killed." Carrie shrieked,
while jim stood petrifed.
But Dick swung into the road, aud ran
or rushed. He had not been aware that
such powers of speed lay in him. He
tore.
OF course she would be killed-thrown
and killed-or fearfully injured, at best.
A frail girl behind temporarily insane
old horsel He should find her lying
lifeless somewhere-that he was sure Of.
But wherel He had turned the cor
ner, but he could as yet see nothing.
How far he ran, out Of breath, with an
ache in his side, and gaspiDg, he didn't
know.
1t was nearly a mile. Small wonder
that when he did make out something
ahead of him at last, things were swim
ming before lis eyes, and his head was
hot and buzzing.
The object was not buggy. 1t was
person-and not a recumbent person,
either. 1t was a young woman on her
feet, hurrying toward him. 1t was Miss
Faulkner