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her hand This wayr'
He took step toward her. Ills face
was deadly pale
Good heavensr he cried "How hor.
rible this is!''
The next moment there was cry
from the spectators in the pavilion. He
had fallen at the feet of the horse and
the flying wheel flung him off with ter,
rible force upon the floor.
There was wild excitement in a mo-
ment.
Amy felt herself getting deathly
sick when she saw him lying there mo-
tionless.
The organ stopped. Everybody
rushed to the scene of the disaster.
''EIe 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, scme one sug-
gested.
This gentleman is friend of mine,"
| oGbiO AIhJS NIblI d SuNlOth ISSO1uUlOn.
''Will some one call carriage from
the beach? 1 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. Stuyvesants
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
''I-I really don't know" Amy re-
piled, with vivid blush; "but / am
sure he is a 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!''
Il am telling you the truth. Tha!
is his little niece downstairs. | thought
had seen the child before"
Amy turned red and pale again.
eve must send word to his sister,
she said, demurely. "Beulah, II hope
/ you will be very careful what you say
about Mr.. Craig"
Beulah smothered laugh, at whicl
Amy frowned sternly, and went into
the room with bowl of ice which sh,
was carrying.
! Robert Craig was exceedingly i'll. HI
| recovered slowly, though Amy nurset
him, and it was something to make
man better to see her fitting softl.
! about the room in her pretty blu
chambrey morning gown, with its frill
I of snowy embroidery.
/, ''Miss Amy" he said, one morning
, when she brought in a pretty blue an
white Saxony bowl, you have ncve
t told me your last name"
p cit is Anstruther," she said with
sly little smile.
Good heavensT he cried. ''What
fool have been"
There! there" she said. "You ar
spilling your broth, -
q "Do YOU know" he went on, 81 ono
refused to be introduced to you? Nj
+ aunt, Mrs. Stewart Stuyvesant-"
Eyes, / know!'
: 'She wanted me to marry you"
- "How absurd-wasn't it?'
'Do YOU think so?'' he said anxious
. ly. II don't"
Amy blushed furiously.
You are to be quiet you know" sh
= said.
Il won't be quiet, I can't. l L
" here every day, looking at you with
longing that is eating my heart out.
. want to know what you are going
y do with me when you get me well?'
Take you on the merry-go-round,
4 said Amy, hippantly.
= ''Never!' he said, pushing away h
broth. "Are you going to marry me
:, Because, if you aren't may as we
- lie down and die now when 1t will
4 easy for me-
u "You are not going to die now," 81
said, softly. He reached for her ha1
} } and drew her down.
y 81 love you,'' he whispered, lookir
- full into her fair face. "Win you ma
- ry me, Amy?"
le Her answer must have pleased hi
~ for his face shone radiantly, and wh'
IL Charlotte came in little later with
, bouquet for Uncle Bert, he said, prou
~ ly:
'r .'See here, Puss! Come and kiss 20
-, new auntie Saturday Night.
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