The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1890-10-09

,ing d,nnre and lovely. He vm sluet
in love With bsr. be tnev that la los
With heii Well. bis misery vs ssrangsl
complete. Halt an hour ago he bad bee
phlegmsiicslly serene Nos
Look Carrie cried. mirsculously rcus
log herself Wild rosesl Jim, go and q
seme this instant Dick. too, You wau
some, don tyou. Misc Fsulkuer'
oh. yesi Miss Faulkner cried, and too
the lines from Dick.
You shall have oil can get. be musau
cd snIiousIy.
Jim followed him. and Carrie iollovs
jim.
know they'll overlook that prslti11
spray jost for minute. Miss Faulksal
she said.
II vas for more than : minute. -
horse gave sudden plunge. though sieh
teen years old and soberness itself. bu
clung now aud then 10 the risky habit
OF early yoIih.
A white paper was driven under the so
rel nose by the wind, aud the frigh,enc,
animal gave snort and gslloped dow
the road at ferocious speed,
There was turn not far away, and Dicl
hsd not recovered his breath. before b,
saw the last flicker Of Miss Faulkner
blue dress in cloud OF dust The olt
horse flew round the corner.
She'll be killed. Carrie shrieked. whil'
Jim stood petrded.
But Dick swung into the road, and rar
or rushed He had not been aware thai
such powers OF speed lay 10 HIM. q.
tore. E
OF course che would be killed = thrown
aud killrd-or fesrfully injured, at best
A frail girl behind q temporarily insane
old horse He should find her lying life.
less some where that he was sure OF.
But where? He had turned the corner,
bat hs could as yet see nothing. How fsi
be ran; out Of breath, with an ache 10 bis
side. and gaspiug, be didn't know.
1t was nearly mile. Small wond er
that when he did make out something
ahead Of him at last, things were swim
ming before his eyes. and his head was hot
aud buzzing.
The object was not . buggy It was .
person and not . recumbent person
either. II was young woman on her
feet, burryiug toward him 1t was Mss
Faulkner
Mr.. Corwiu, she called out. breathless
ly -oh. did you think was killeds How
absurd it wssl Nothing but newspaper
But how the horse weu'l How You look!
You We run oil the way. How could
your
She had dropped down on the grass, and
she pulled him down beside her 10 her 81
element.
believe you've nearly killed yourselfI
she cried. What did you do that for.
Take off your hat and loosen your collar.
can't you? You're purple!
I'm all rigbt9 Dick panted. It's you.
thought should find you lying dead
saw your hat back there.
That came off, OF course, said Miss
Faulkner.
She was half pouting.
Didn't you think ! had bit Of nerve
% let myself be killed Just BY . frightsn.
ID horse3 The ideal ! just sat still snd
held the lines with oil my might, and let
him go till be got tired. knew bed
stop some time. He's up there under that
big maple. See him? tied him TO the
ence, and camo back to meet you. ]
hought you'd be worried, said Miss
Faulkner. demurely.
But you're plucky Dick criod, his heart
humping q little less furiously.
Why, not SO awfully, sail Miss Faulk
ner. turning her clear eyes upon him r.
her imrstiently. Anything else would
,ave been stupid, you know. And why
know something about horses2
We have one, and drive all over Earring
.ou every day.
Farriugton? said Dick, blankly.
Don't go back to monosylIables. Mr..
Jorwinl Miss Faulkner said, wickedly.
Yes Harrington. Why not? live there;
we lived there nineteen years and three
months. Mr., Corwin.
In Farripgton? said poor Dick. dszsdly.
Ny sister said you we're from the city,
Hardly. Harrington has only ten thou.
and inhabitants. you know. said Mrs
faulkner. Is tbst the reason you we're
fraiJ OF me. Mr. C)rwin.
She lowered her mischievous eyes.
That and lev other things. said Dick.
rs'k II would be hard TO stop talking
ow. She said. you see, that somebody
l,e had said that you we're swfully rich
nd high and mighty. and had been 10
suroIe twice. aud We'll. II il bsd oil
zen tiu ne, needn't have behaved like .
BIT I'm bashful naturally.
irs Faulkner. and was ,boit ratified
,nt OF my wits. Tbst's the tub u il, Miss
'aulkner.
She threw mp both bands and her pretty
ound chin.
| almost believe somebody has bten
pskipg fun OF me- she vosed. Europef
ye wen, to the Tbonssnd lsisnds once;
,it ve bad 10 economic rather TO dotbst.
'Ather has sbsrdwsre store. .sndnot such .
cry prosp rons one, other. Therel Am
candid enough for your Are you afraid
4 me pow
Wha, Was the matter with the hand
ome. bliihe eiri' She vas smiling bright
y. bui her dark eyes vsre almost misty.