Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1892-02-26

Hal Balkan is perfectly splenditi-so
handsome and SO manly! | don't won
der you like him tremendously! And
the idea of his not coming under your
spell! Why, I just know he thinks you
are Irresistible. know you are in his
mind"
You love me, and try to think me a
vanquisher of all hearts," murmured
GeneVieve. "But my former conquests
have not been all-convincing, because
Mr.. Balkan is really the only true per-
son of envlable position and means whom
l ever met in our set. There seems to be
q thousand foolish bachelors to one real
hero"
81 think Hal is e. fine fellow" Nellie
again admitted softly, resting her hand
upon Genevieve's arm for few steps,
then stopping her and letting the others
catch up with them. "How far north
we seem?" she then exclaimed. 81 am
sure the Arctic Sea is over that hill of
pines by the meadow. This exhil-
arating atmosphere makes M feel as if
were somebody else. Oh, we are ex-
plorers! Is that Polar bear or snow
te-banked gate post by the cattle
lane.
Cecil Morton tried to shuttle the little
perty in such way that he would come
next to Genevieve; but she evaded him
by sheer force of desperation. And as
luck would have it, Hal Balkan came up
to her with his fine, hearty good cheer,
and asked her to walk with him as far as
wide spreading elm at considerable
distance down the high road, and Nellie
Featherly heard him say it. Genevieve
was willing, and they started off at a
huge pace which the rest tried to initiate;
but not too well, as everyone of the
girls thought that Balkan wanted to
propose to his companion, and deter
mined to let him have a chance.
At last the two figures in advance
stopped under the delicate tracery of the
great bare elm tree and seemed to be
talking earnestly. Then a cry went up
from Nellie Featherly, for Genevieve had
sunk to the ground, evidently in
faint, and Balkan kneeled at her side.
The walk was too rapid for her"
exclaimed Nellie, off-hand. ooh, Mr..
Morton, why must you always be asking
us to 90 for constitutionals; they'll be
the death of us" And Nellie whom no
one had ever seen really provoked be-
fore, gave him Cross glance, and then
went on run, accompanied by the re-
proved Morton, toward her friend,
while the Others followed more or less
ardently.
AS faithful Nellie ran she discerned
strange black cloud rolling towards them
all down the snowy road. Soon the mo-
ton of two prancing horses became ap-
parent, and as Nellie reached Genevieve's
PROSTATE form in the middle of the
road, over which Balkan was bending in
absorbed dismay, the plucky girl realized
that a runaway team was in full swing
at few yards distance, and quite un-
observed by anyone but herself and Cecil
Morton, who shouted to Nellie to have
care and jump aside.
But this Nellie never thought Of do
ing. On she ran, beyond Genevieve
whose danger was so immenent-and
W hat could she do to avert the danger?
In her muff was ball OF snow, which
had been reduced by careful manipula-
ticn-under Morton's instructions-to an
icy consistency, capable as her teacher
had explained, of killing anybody, if
rightly aimed. It is by no means easy
to swerve the direction Of a maddened
horse. But one of these was running
away because the other wanted to, and
he vet retained some common sense. At
any rate, Nellie drew forth her icy ball
in a twinkling, and hurled it. by good
luck, at the saner horse-for they were
now close at hand-with splendid vigor
and true aim that it hit him ON the nose.
He plunged aside, slipped on the hard
crust of the old snow beside the road,
and keeled over, carrying his rampant
mate with him into the ditch. They
were a powerful team belonging to
NelEes uncle, and were dragging an
empty wood sledge. Their driver was
hallooing in the distance, as he ran wear
lily along.
Nellie pondered a moment over the
success of her defence and gazed at the
limbs of the foe, and then
turned back to Genevieve, painting. The
GIRLS were on the bank at the other side
of the road.
Meantime Balkan had but just looked
up, realized the peril, and caught Gene
We've in his arms, while Morton threw
his weight wildly upon the young mans
shoulders. 1t is always in
some such wav that a person weak in