Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1891-03-20

,,n,,zer,out Sit Ernest Tinsallon! she |
erie 'FThe Fuglishnnun who was com
ina ont here 10 hunt buffalo, and tollo"
M The l,ne of the Pine riverY But you
have alighted at the wrong station you
shulld have stopped ut Pine Barracks
seven miles bcyon here
II heard the conductor bawl out some
thing about pine of one sort or anothef'
said the young Briton >" was dead
asleep, and didn't stop to discriminate
and scrambled of So I've made a ms
take, have Il But all the same, 1t aw
fully good of you to offer to conduct me
to a place of Christian shelter
And have made mistake too, said
Eunice with a gasp just before your
train came in there was message wired
10 Bic Pine station-a message to detain
n bank robber who was said to be on
the train was all alone but could
have locked him into the ticket office per
fectlv well We western girls are pre-
pared for any emergency with some
pridel But | was so sorry for you, you
looked so young and innocent and ! de
termined to give you one more chance
For a new career" interrupted the
stranger, with a gust of laughter The
kew to the puzzlel | see it all now Don't
vol, know i was beginning TO think you
must be lunatc And how disagreeably
near came to being locked up after all
And the bank fellow, whoever he is
seems to have got off scot free Really
now, if ever man had genuine guardian
angel. You are one, he added, as Eunice
led the way into a pretty little sitting
room hung with tho last of the Christmas
evergreens. aud all aglow with red car
pet and curtains. where q 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 breakfasted al
| o'clock the next morning with the
telegraph operator and her mother and
afterward accompanied her to the Big
Pine station, plunging through white
masses of snow drift, and sliding, school
bov fashion. across the mirror like surface
of frozen brooks Mr. Pettyclove was
there, with his face tied up in a spotted
silk pocket handkerchief There were
also several kilograms awaiting the hand
of the operator One was from the chief
of police at White Peak, stating rather
late, perhaps-that the bank defalcator
had at the eleventh hour, and on the very
step, so to speak, of the train, surrendered
himself to the local authorities There
was another, from Col Copley, of the
Four Hundredth cavalry, inqurng If any
thing had been heard at Big Pine station
of the missing English baronet who was
overdue at the barracks.
"Only think, said Miss Barlow. with a
little shiver, IF had locked you up in
the ticket office all night, what would
Col Copley have sadl''
THAT, under the circumstances, you
had done no more than your country ex
pected of YOU returned Sir Ernest But,
say, all this thing was awfully plucky
of YOU. Miss Barlow don't know of an
English girl that would have had the
courage to 60 through with it.
Eunice smiled a little. Here is your
train. Sir Ernest" she said.
But | haven't thanked you halt
enough" He stood holding both hel
hands, his fresh English face all eager
ness.
ut is quite unnecessary to say any
more, observed Miss Barlow. quietly
There Is the telegraph lam wanted al
my post of duty now Good by, Sir Err
est. | wish you q very pleasant journey
Sir Ernest Tinsallon went on his way
into the blue, glittering cold of that peer
less winter morning with the pine tree:
| looking Ilh6 lIultlo tltiu III tl lilllC loDNo
and the plains all sheeted in level pearl
and Eunce Barlow never saw him more
No, he did not come back to WOO and wet
/ her, as the hero of an orthodox love tai
} should have done He could not, bein!
already engaged to another young womal
: in England But he sent a superb ham
7 per of game to Mrs. Barlow, in care of tn
telegraph operator at Big Pine station
and at many an English dinner tabl
g afterward he told the story of his mid
night adventure in the wild west.
4 "The prettiest girl you ever saw, b
!, Jove!' lie reiterated, in that earnest wa
of his, land the pluckiestl Joan of Ar
= was nothing to her. dreamed of her fo
: week afterwards, with her swingin
t lantern and those great gray eyes of hers
f and the pretty little speeches about turn
. ing over new leaf that sue made to mt
. Yes, | did; and I'm not ashamed to ow
o it, even before Lady Tinsallon here. Ell
kate?'
|, And the English bride laughed goo
" humoredly, and observed that Ito hes
n Sir Ernest talk, the American girls mus
Y be full Hedged heroines."
"She was, can vouch for that" sal
Sir Ernest. Lucy Randall Comfort
II Iarper's Bazaar,