Nevada County picayune., 1891-10-08
Amy laughed in spite of herself. What would Beulah say if she knew :? Round and round they went.
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"llow do you like lt?" Amy asked.
 He shook his head.
 Il feel like singing top," he said, dubiously.
 Better sit down" she said, but hc did not move.
 Once more they spun round
 Amy'a escort uttered low eXcla- nation and staggered against the feet of the horse.
 ''I am horrible giddy," he said faintly.
 Fake care!" she cried, reaching out her hand. This wayn"
 He took step toward her. His face was deadly pale.
 Good hcavens." he cried. "How horrible this is :"
 The next moment there was a cry from the spectators in the pavilion. He had fallen at the feet of the horse and the flying wheel flung him off with terrible force upon the floor.
 There was wild excitement in a moment.
 Amy felt herself getting deathly sick when she saw him lying there motionless
 The organ stopped. Everybody rushed to the scene of the disaster.
 He is badly hurt, I'm afraid, :" Amy heard some one say. "Who is he? Where does he live;"
 He is my Uncle Bert" said little Charlotte, bursting into tears. We live long way from here, down at Nentnor"
 Take him to hotel, " some one suggested.
 This gentleman is a friend of minc," said Amy, with sudden resolution. twill some one call a carriage from the beach? Twill take him to my sisters house.
 The poor fellow never spoke or moved till long after he had been un- dressed and put to bed in Mrs Stuy- ycsants spare bed room.
 Beulah was out when Amy arrived. When she heard what had happened she simply said;
 Well, upon my word, Amy. That is like you. Who is he:"
 II really don't know" Amy replied with a vivid blush but l am sure he is gentleman.
 Beulah stared and went up to look at the poor man who was lying on the bed with concussion of the brain, The doctor was with him, and a nurse whom Amy had got somewhere,
 Beulah looked at the pale face, with it's regular features and close cut curly brown hair, and she utter eel an exclamation of surprise.
 Amy was coming upstairs. She slipped out to meet her and caught her by the shoulders.
 See hcre," she cried, whirling her around, Do you know who that is you have got in there? It is Rob- ert Cralg,"
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 Il am telling you the truth, That is his little niece down stairs, l thought l had seen the child be- fore.
 Amy turned rcd and pale again.
 We must send word to his sis ter, she said demurcly. Beulah, l -l hope you will be very careful what you say about MT Craig"
 Beulah smothered laugh, at which Amy frowned steInly, and went into the room with a bowl of ice which she was carrying,
 Robert Craig was exceeding ill. He recovered slowly, though Amy nursed him, and it was something to make a man better to sec her Hitting softly about the room in her pretty blue chambrey morning gown, with it's frills of snowy embroidery.
 Miss Amy" he said one morn ing, when she brought in a pretty blue and white SaXony bowl, you have never told me your last name. v
 Ut is Anstruther, she said with a sly little smile.
 Good heavens The cried, "What a fool l have been!'
 "There there." she said. "You are spilling your broth. "
 Do you know" he went on, Il once refused to be introduced to you? My aunt, Mrs Stewart Stuy- ycsant-'
 "Yes, l know "
 "She wanted me to marry you.
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