Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-08-14

train. was all alone, but I could
have locked him into the ticket of
flee perfectly safe. We western girla
are prepared for any emergency"
with some pride) "But l was
sorry Tor you, you looked so young
and innocent; and l determined to
give you one more chance"
For n new career" interrupted
the stranger, with gust OF laughter.
The key to the puzzle! l see it all
now. Don't you know l was be-
ginning o think you must be q luna
tic. And how disagreeably near
came to being locked up. after ALI
and the bank fellow, whoever he is,
seems to have got off scott flee.
Really, now, if ever man had q
genuine guardian angel, you are the
one he added, as Eunice led the
way into n pretty little sitting room,
nll aglow with red carpet and cur
tians. where fire of logs burned on
the open hearth and cozy meal was
spread on the table.
Sir Ernest Tinsallon slept in the
spare chamber that night, was called
by starlight, and breakfast ut 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
self to the local authorities. There
was another from Col. Copley. of the
4O0th cavalry. inquirng if anything
had been heard at Big Pine station
of the missing English bnronet, who
was overdue at the barracks.
"Only think said Miss Barlow,
with little shiver, IF Il 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, l say, all this
thing was awfully plucky ofyou, Miss
Barlow. don't know of an English
girl that would have had the courage
to 90 through with it,
. Eunice smiled a little. Here II
your train, Sir Ernest" she said.
But l haven't thanked you halt
> Enough" He stood holding both
: her hands, his fresh English face all
Q eagerness. 1T is quite unnecessary
to say any more" observed Miss
> Barlow, quietly. There ia the tele-
: graph. am wanted at my post OF
V duty now. Goodbye, Sir Ernest.
$ wish you very pleasant journey
1 Sir Ernest Tinsallon went on his
way into the blue, glittering cold OF
o that peerless winter morning, with
y the pine trees looking like Druids clad
e in ermine robes, and the plains all
+ sheeted in level pearls, and Eunice Bar
low never saw him more. No, he did
e not come back to WOO and wed her
# as the hero of an orthodox love
g tale should have done. He coult
r not, being already engaged t.
Il another young woman in England
n But he sent n superb hamper Of gam'
2 to Miss Barlow, in care of the tele
graph operator at Big Pine station
n and at many an English dinner tabl
le ntterward he told the story of hi
v, midnight adventure in the wild west
it 1.-The prettiest girl you ever saw
n by Jove!" reiterated, in that earnes
r. way OF his, "and the pluckiest! Joal
If of Arc was nothing to her. ] dream
err ed of her for week afterwards, wit
:" her swinging lantern and those grea
n! gray eyes of hers, and the prett
is little speeches about turning over
H. new leaf that she made to me. Yel
l did; and I'm not ashamed to ow
;" it, even before Lady Tinsallon her
r. Eli Kate?"
en- And the English bride laughed-h'
is moredly, and observed that ITO hes
ee Sir Ernest talk, the American gir
ss must be full-fledged heroines.
''She was; can vouch for that
to said Sir Ernest.-Harper's Bazaar.