Arizona republican., 1891-10-04
rushed to the scene of the disaster.

rushed to the scene of the disaster. ''IIe is badly hurt, I'm afraid D Arr heard some one say. "Who is he? Where does he live?"
 He is my Uncle Bert" said littla Charlotte, bursting into tears. eve live long way from here, down at Ventnor."
 Take him to hotel, some one sug- gested.
 This gentleman is friend of mine. {" said Amy with sudden resolution. Will some one call a carriage from the beachP 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. Stuyyesant'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 he?"
 1T really don't know" Amy re. piled, with a vivid blush; but I am sure he is a gentleman"
 Beulah stared and went up to look at the poor man who was lying on the bed with concussion 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 there2 It is Robert Craig"
 "Beulah Stuyvesantw
 'I am telling you the truth. That is his little niece downstairs. 1 thought had seen the child before"
 Amy turned red and pale again.
 "We must send word to his sister," she said demurely. "Beulah, IT hope you will be very careful what you say about Mir, Craig"
 Beulah smothered n laugh, at which Amy drowned 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 Hitting softly about the room in her pretty blue chambrey morning gown, with its 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 namc."
 Ut is Anstruther," she said with a sly little smile.
 Good heavensr' he cried. '"What a fool have been"
 "Therel there!" she said. "You are spilling your broth"
 Do you know" he went on, "I once refused to be introduced to you? My aunt, Mrs. stewart Stuyvesant-"
 "Ycs, l known
 "She wanted me to marry you"
 "How absurd-wasn't it?"
 "Do you think so?" he said anxious ly. "I don't"
 Amy blushed furiously.
 You are to be quiet, you know" she said.
 'I won't be quiet, T can't. I lie here every day, looking at you with a longing that is eating my heart out. want to know what you are going to do with me when you get me well?"
 Take you on the merry-go-round," said Amy, flippautly.
 "Neverr' he said, pushing away his broth. Are you going to marry me? Because, if you aren't I 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.
 "I 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 radiantly, and when Charlotte came in little later with a bouquet for Uncle Bert, he said, proud ly:
 "See here, Fuss! Come and kiss your new auntie. e."-Saturday Night.