Nevada County picayune., 1891-03-05

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thing before unnoticcd. She sprana
hastily up, crying out:
"Oh, look you have cut youl
wrist badly. See how it bleeds.''
That's nothing" And he held
up the wounded wrist. Il suppose
did it smashing the car-window
but really had not time to notice
| it,"
"lt must be bandaged," said Sara,
decidedly. 81 was going to tic it up
with my handkerchief, but seem to
have lost the article, in the confus.
ion. Here is something better. ="
And Sara unwound the crimson scarf
from her neck.
But he drew back. shaking his
head. mo, mol will not deprive
you of It,"
II owe you much more than that, :"
said Sara. calmly. "Let me,
please - And she began to bind
the scarf about his injured arm with
deft, gentle touches.
He looked down at her, and said
in tones deep with manly feeling:
"Then since YOU will be so kind
will you trust an entire stranger with
your name and address,"
"My name is Sara Livingston.
am on my way to visit my sister at
Cedar Creek. Iowa"
"Thank you, Miss Livingston.
shall not forget you. II do not see
YOU again, good-bye!''
He offered his well hand; and
Sara, without hesitation, gave him
hers. He took it. bowed, and with
one more goodbye, walked off down
the track, her red scarf cleaning on
his wrist as long as she could see
him.
He had not given her his name,
and she disliked to ask for it.
But l wish l knew it," she said i,
as she sat there in the cold, waiting
for the new train. 1t was weary
work, hut it came at last. Sara
looked for her knight on hoard, but
he was not visible. The next even
ing, snuglv tucked up in bed at Sis
ter Mans, she laughed over the ad-
venture and wondered if she should
ever see its hero again.
81 wouldn't know him if should"
she murmurcd, sleepily. 81 only saw
his mustache. But l don't believe
he's dutch, after all. | think-he
was--very nice''
After that, she did not think any,
thing for the next fourteen hours.
She had been at Mrs. Frisher's S
about two weeks, when there arrived
by the mail. box addressed to
"Miss Sara Livingstone, Cedar
Creek. Iowa"
1t enclosed y crimson silk scarf,
much like the one she had given
away, only richer and far more
costly.
at is from my wounded knight"
cried Sara. And Just to think-I
don't know his name or where he
lives so l can't thank him for the
lovely thing"
Perhaps there is a name in the
box" suggested sister Nan.
But name there was not anywhere
about it.
"How romantic!" cried Nan.
"But You'll be sure to meet hun
sometime, Sara"
"Yes, | may" said Sara. thought
fully. ''And he may be a beer
drinking Dutchman, and not de-
sirable acquaintance.
"Let us hope not Even il he is,
you owe him your life, dear"
"Yes, / won't forget it, Nan. Oh,
how pretty" And Sara smiled as
she threw the silken scarf around her
neck.
''indeed, 1t Isl Your knight evil
dently has taste You must wear il
to-oh, by the way, l have not told
you yeti"
"Told me WHAT"
THAT we received cards, this
morning, for Mrs. Judge Wood.
hury's reception, Thursday night. "
"Did VIC? Are we going!"
"Oh, certainly. The Woodbury's
are our best people, you know
You met her last week, at the tea !
gave"
"The handsome woman in laven-
der satin! Yes, l remember.
I liked her very much, too"
Everybody likes tho Woodburys.
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