The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1890-05-30

train. was all alone, but 1 could
have locked him into the ticket Of
fee perfectly safe. We western girl3
are prepared for any emergency"
with some pride). "But / was
sorry for you, you looked so young
and innocent; and I determined to,
give you one more chance"
"For q new career" interrupted
the stranger, with agust of laughter.
''The key to the puzzle! I see it all
now. Don't you know I was be-
ginning 8 Q think you must be a luna
tic. And how disagreeably near I
came to being locked up, after aIll
and the bank fellow, whoever he il.
seems to have got off scott fee.
Really, now, if ever man had q
genuine guardian angel, you are the
one," he added, as Eunice led the
way into pretty little sitting room,
all aglow with red carpet and cur.
tians, where a fire of logs burned ON
the open hearth and a coy meal was.
spread on the table.
Sir Ernest Tinsallon slept in the
spare chamber that night, was called
by starlight. and breakfast at 6.
O'Clock the next morning with the.
telegraph operator and her mother,
and afterwards accompanied her to
the Big Pine station, plunging
through white masses of snow drifts
and sliding, schoolboy fashion,
across the mirror-like surface offrozen
brooks. Mr.. Pettyclove was there
with his face tied up in a spotted silk
handkerchief. There were also sever
al kilograms awaiting the hand Of
the operator. One was from the
chief police at White Park, stating
rather late, perhaps-that the bank
defaulter had at the 18th
hour, and on the very step, SO to
speak, of the train, surrendered him
self to the local authorities. There
was another from Col. Copley, of the
4OOth cavalry, inquiring if anything
had been heard at Big Pine station
of the missing English baronet, who.
was overdue at the barracks.
''Only think" said Miss Barlow,
with little SILVER, ''if 1 had locked
you up in the ticket office what
would Col. Copley have said?'
'"That, under the circumstances,
you had done no more than your
country expected of you," returned
Sir Ernest. "But, / say, all this,
thing was awfully plucky ofyou, Miss
Barlow. I don't know of an English
girl that would have had the courage
to 90 through with it,"
Eunice smiled little. "Here is
your train, Sir Ernest" she said.
''But I haven't thanked you halt
enough" He stood holding both
her hands, his fresh English face all
eagerness. ut is quite unnecessary
to say any more,'' observed Miss
Barlow, quietly. "There is the tele-
graph. l am wanted at my post of
duty now. Goodbye, Sir Ernest. I
wish you a very pleasant journey"
Sir Ernest Tinsallon went on his
way into the blue, glittering cold of
that peerless winter morning, with
the pine trees looking like Druids clad
in ermine robes, and the plains all
sheeted in level pearls, and Eunice Bar
low never saw him more. No, he did
not come back to WOO and wed her,
as the hero of an orthodox love
tale should have done. He could
not, being already engaged to
another young woman in England.
But he sent superb hamper of game
to Miss Barlow, in care of the tele-
graph operator at Big Pine station;
and at many an English dinner table
atterward he told the story of his
midnight adventure in the wild west
"The prettiest girl you ever saw,
by Jove!" reiterated, in that earnest.
way OF his, "and the Quickest! Joan.
of Arc was nothing to her. dream
ed of her for a week afterwards, with.
her swinging lantern and those great
gray eyes of hers, and the pretty
little speeches about turning over q
new leaf that she made to me. Yes,
l did; and Pm not ashamed to own
it, even before Lady Tinsallon here.
Eth Kate?"
And the English bride iaughed-hu-
moredly, and observed that "to hear
Sir Ernest talk, the American girls.
must be full-fedged heroines.
''She was; can vouch for that"
said Sir Ernest Bazar.-
Spookes and The Picket.
For the past six weeks public inter-
est has been conferred on an old house.