Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-09-19

rushed to the scene of the disaster.
HE is badly hurt, Pm afraid" Amy
heard some one say. "Who is he?
Where does he live?'
HE is my Uncle Bert" said little
Charlotte, bursting into tears. ave
live a long way from here, down at
Ventnor."
Take him to a 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? I 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;
"Wen. upon my word, Amy! That is
like you. Who Is hep"
"I-I really don't know" Amy re-
piled. with a vivid blush; ''but I am
sure he is gentleman"
Beulah stared and went up to look
at the poor man who was lying on the
bed with conclusion of the brain. The
doctor was with him, and 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 uttered an ex-
clamation Of surprise.
Amy was coming upstairs. She
slipped out to meet her and caught her
by the shoulders
''See herer' she cried, whirling her
around. "Do you know who that is
you have got in there? 1t is Robert
Craig"
"Beulah Stuyvesant!"
II am telling you the truth. That
is his little niece downstairs thought
had seen the child before"
Amy turned red and pale again.
1--WE must send word to his sister,"
she said, demurely. "Beu1ah, IL hope
you will be very careful what you say
about Mr.. Craig"
Beulah smothered laugh, at which
Amy frowned stern1y, and went into
the room with bowl of ice which she
was carrying.
Robert Craig was exceedingly ill He
recovered slowly, though Amy nursed
him, and it was something to make a
about the room in her pretty blue
chambrey morning gown, with it's frills
of snowy embroidery.
''Miss Amy" he said, one morning,
when she brought in pretty blue and
white Saxony bowl, you have never
told me your last name"
at is Anstruther,'' she said with a
sly little smile.
Good heavensy' he cried. ''What a
fool have been!'
There! therev' she said. "You are
splitting your broth"
do you know" he went on, 81 once
refused to be introduced to you? My
aunt, Mrs. Stewart Stuyvesant-"
Eyes. knowl'
"She wanted me to marry you"
"How absurd-wasn't it?''
do you think SOP" he said anxious
~. 81 don't"
Amy blushed furiously.
"You are to be quiet, you know" she
said.
81 won't be quiet,-I can't 1 lie
here every day, looking at you with a
longing that is eating my heart out.
want to know what you are going tc
do with me when you get me well?"
'"Tale you on the merry-go-round,' y
said Amy, fippantly.
'tNeverr' he said, pushing away hi:
broth. care you going to marry me-
Because, if you aren't may as wei
lie down and die now when it will b.
easy for me-"
"You are not going to die now," sh'
said, softly. He reached for her hanc
and drew her down.
81 love you," he whispered, looking
full into her fair face. "Win you mar
ry me, Amy?"
Her answer must have pleased hin
for his face shone radiantly, and whel
Charlotte came in little later with
bouquet for Uncle Bert, he said, proud
ly:
"See here, Puss! Come and kiss you
new untie."-Saturday Night.