Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-09-06

have locked him into the ticket of
flee perfectly safe. We western girls
are prepared for any emergency"
with some pride) "But / was
sorry for you, you looked so young
and innocent; and / determined to
give you one more chance"
"For new career" interrupted
the stranger, with gust OF laughter.
s'The key to the puzzlel ] see it all
now. Don't you know / was be-
ginning so think you must be a luna
tic. And how disagreeably near
came to being locked up. after ALL
and the bank fellow, whoever he is,
seems to have got off scott fee.
Really, now, il ever a man had q
genuine guardian angel, you are the
one" he added, as Eunice led the
way into a pretty little sitting room,
all aglow with red carpet and cur
tians. where fire of logs burned ON
the open hearth and 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 IRON Col. Copley. of the
400th cavalry, inquiring if anything
: had been heard at Big Pine station
of the missing English baronet, who
: was overdue at the barracks.
r Only think said Miss Barlow,
with a little shiyer, ''ifI 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. don't know of an English
e girl that would have had thecourage
t to go through with it,
e Eunice smiled a little. Here Is
your train, Sir Ernest" she said.
But / haven't thanked you hall
5 enough" He stood holding both
l. her hands, his fresh English face all
,e eagerness. 1T is quite unnecessary
to say any more" observed Miss
. Barlow, quietly. There is the tele'
l. graph. am wanted at my post o
y duty now. Goodbye, Sir Ernest. !
IS wish you q very pleasant journey.
RI Sir Ernest Tinsallan went on his
way into the blue, glittering cold o.
% that peerless winter morning, with
" the pine trees looking like Druids clad
le in ermine robes, and the plains al
,r sheeted in level pearls, and Euniee Bar
low never saw him more. No, he die
Ne not come back to WOO and wed her
Of as the hero of an orthodox low
10 tale should have done. He eoui'
r. not. being already engaged I,
Ill another young woman IN Ehsiahu
a But he sent a superb hamper of gam
lg to Miss Barlow, in care of the telC
graph operator at Big Pine station
IN and at many an English dinner tabl
ne afterward he told the story of hi
X. midnight adventure in the wild west
lit "The prettiest girl you ever saw
n by Jovel" reiterated, in that earnes
pr way OF his, "and the pluckiest! Joa
If of Arc was nothing to her. j dream
.er ed of her for a week afterwards, wit
- her swinging lantern and those grea
inl gray eyes of hers, and the prett
MS little speeches about turning over
an new leaf that she made to me. fe
| did; and I'm not ashamed to ow
!" it, even before Lady Tinsallon her
err Eth Kate?"
en- And the English bride laughed-h
tbs moredly, and observed that ito hes
See Sir Ernest talk, the American CIR
lss must be full-hedged heroines.
''She was; | can youeh for that
to said Sir Ernest. -Harper's Bazaar.