The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-11-22
Not very many, said Dick.

help him out, but they were
! fathoins deep in low toned dia-
logue
think I should know, said Miss
Faulkner, whispering and smiling,
that your sister was engaged, even
if l didn't know it.
It'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 be-
fore,
If | didn't bring my book along!
she calculated, humping her hither-
to forgotten pamphlet. A silly little
thing was reading in hammock
regular hammock novel-'Molly's
Lovers Molly has six frantic lovers
SO far, and I'm expecting seventh
every minute.
Why couldn't he think of some
thing funny to rejoin? He should
think of the right thing later, he
knew.
He hicked the horse, and thought
of saying something about the
length of her visit, but that brought
to mind the imposing glories to
which she would return. Rich,
stylish, travelled, and Dick had
never been farther than harrington
in his honest healthy life?
But he mastered courage for a
desperate final effort.
Haven't l seen you before? he
said, rather bluntly.
Me! Where? said Miss Faulkner.
That's what | don't know, he said,
lamely. But thought-why-
somehow don't know; l can't ex-
plain it. Maybe l never have.
He expected no reply to that
stammering attempt, and got none.
Miss Faulkner sat quiet. as though
discouraged and exhausted at last.
And Dick-poor Dick He wished
that he was somewhere-anywhere
else; that he knew enough to say
boo to a goose; that he had never
been born.
What must she think of him?
That he was a tongue tied, rural
gawkl
He cast an affrighted glance at
her, sitting demure and lovely. He
was almost in love with her, he
knew that. In love with her. Well,
hit misery was strangely complete.
Half an hour ago he had been
phlegmatically serene Now
Look! Carrie cried. miracuIously
rousing herself. Wild roses! Jim,
go and get some this instant. Dick,
too. You want some, don't you,
Miss Faulkner?
Oh, yes! Miss Faulkner cried, and
took the lines from Dick.
You shall have all | can get, he
murmured anxiously.
Jim followed him, and Carrie fo,-
lowed Jim.
| know they'll overlook that pref
tiest spray-just for minute, Miss
Faulkner. she said.
1t was for more than a minute.
The horse gave a sudden plunge,
though eighteen years old and sober
ness 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
frightened animal gave a snort and
galloped down the road at ferocious
speed.
There was a turn not far away,
and Dick Had not recovered his
breath, before he-s& the last
flicker of Miss Faulkner's blue d1-ess u t:sts
in a cloud of dust. The old horse
flew round the corner.
She'll be killed! Carrie shrieked,
while Jim stood petrifed.
But Dick swung into the road,
and 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 in
iured, at best. A frail girl behind
temporarily insane old horse! He
should find her lying lifeless some-
somewhere-that he was sure of.
But where! He had turned the
corner, but he could as yet see moth
ing. How far he ran, out of breath,
with an ache in his side, and gasp.
ing, he didn't know.
1t was nearly mile. Small won-
der that when he did make out some
thing ahead of him at last, things
we're swimming before his eyes, and
his head was hot and buzzing.
The object was not buggy. 1t
was a person-and not a recumbent
person, either. 1t was a young
woman on her feet, hurrying toward
him. 1t was Miss Faulkner.
Mr.. Corwin. she called out, breath
lessly-oh, did you think l was
killed? How absurd it was! Nothing
but newspaper. But how the horse
went! How you look! You've run
all the way. How could you?
She had dropped down on the
grass, and she pulled him down be-
side her in her excitement.
l believe you've nearly killed
yourself! she cried. What did you
do that for? Take off your hat and
loosen your collar, can't your You're
purple!
I'm all right? Dick painted. It's
you. l thought l should find you