The Republican., 1891-09-18

rushed to the scene of the disaster.
''Iie 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 a long way from here, down at
Ventnor."
Take him to hotel" some one sug-
gested.
This gentleman is friend of mine,"
said Amy, with a sudden resolution.
'Will some one call carriage from
the beach? l will take him to my sis
ter's house"
The poor fellow never spoke or moved
till long after he had been undressed
and put to bed in Mrs. Stuyvesant's
spare bedroom,
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 hep
II really don't know" Amy re-
piled, 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 concussiCn of the brain. The
doctor was with him, and nurse whom
Amy had got somewhere.
Beulah looked at the pale face, with
its regular features and close-cut, curly
brown hair, and she uttered an ex-
clamation of surprise.
Amy was coming upstairs. She
slipped out to meet her and caught her
by the shoulders.
''See here!" she cried, whirling her
around. 'Do you know who that is
you have got in there? 1t is Robert
Craig
"Beulah Stuyvesant"
81 am telling you the truth. That
is his little niece downstairs. | thought
l had seen the child before"
Amy turned red and pale again.
''We must send word to his sister,"
she said, demurely. "Beulah, II hope
you will be very careful what you say
about Mr.. Craig"
Beulah smothercd a laugh, at which
Amy frowned sternly, and went into
the room with bowl of ice which she
was carrying.
Robert Craig was exceedingly i'll He
recovered slowly, though Amy nursed
him, and it was something to make a
man better to see her fitting softly
about the room IN her pretty blue
chambrey morning gown, with its frills
of snowy embroidery.
when she brought in a pretty blue and
white SaXony bowl, you have never
told me your last name"
1T is Anstruther," she said with a
sly little smile.
Good hcavens!' he cried. "What q
fool have been"
There! thcre!'' she said. "You are
spilling your broth"
"Do you know" he went on, 81 once
refused to be introduced to you? My
aunt, Mrs. Stewart Stuyvesant-"
"Yes, | know
''She wanted me to marry you"
Glow absurd-wasn't it?'
do you think sop he said anxious
ly. Il don't"
Amy blushed furiously.
You are to be quiet, you know" she
said.
Il won't be quiet,-I can't. I lie
here every day, looking at you with a
longing that is eating my heart out. l
want to know what you are going to
do with me when you get me wcll?"
Take you on the merry-go-round,"
said Amy, flippantly.
Never he said, pushing away his
broth. care you going to marry me?
Because, if you aren't l may as well
lie down and die now when it will be
easy for me-"
"You are not going to die now," she
said, softly. He reached for her hand
and drew her down.
Il love YOU" he whispered, looking
full into her fair face "Will you mar
ry me, Amy?"
Her answer must have pleased him
for his face shone radiantlv, and when
Charlotte came in little later with a
bouquet for Uncle Bert, he said, proud
ly:
'See here, Puss! Come and kiss your
new auntie. Saturday Night.