St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-02-12
BOTHDAUGHTER AND DUCATS

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New York Times.
Paul FerrOll woke one morning with
the consciousness that he had been far
better off aSleep-a conviction which
approved his morality, if not his thrift.
He had Toasted in his dreams, and now
he was hungry; he had been surround
ed by comfort and elegance, and now he
was i'll a cold attic; he had been
burdened with gold and lavish
with gems, and now he was pen
MileSS. However, he possessed a stout
heart and a CHEEKY one-for this is a
brthright that cannot he barteTed-So
he whiStled While he dressed, matter
which required no elaboration, and re-
Elected that at least no one shared his
extremity. Had there been wife striY-
ing to give an air Of home to the poor
belongings, or child with eyes piteOuS
for food, then, indeed, Paul felt that
even he could not pipe Tor courage.
Doubtless a complacent morallst
would have said that young man Of
FerrolPS appearance, education and
ability had no right to be in such stress
in the heart Of a Christian city, for the
complacent moralist is SO purblind
that he cannot see beyond the we'll
il he had been struggling re-
porter who had broken his leg and on
leaving the hospital had found that his
newspaper had suspended and that
times were dull and labOrerS unusually
numerous, he might have admitted that
circumstances are elements OF pros
perlty; but then this complacent moral
list would no longer have been a COM
placent mOralist.
And Paul during this episode of his
career was surely iujuring no man;
hence, perhaps, the episode. The rent
of his room was paid quarter in adj
vance. The exercise of writing maya
zine articles resisted the cold, and as
for eating, that was confidential mat
ter between himself and his waist band.
The broken leg was not regarded by
Paul as a misfortune. Lin the first place,
it had mended. and mended evils be-
come blessings. In the secOnd-oh, in
etfable second. which was easily first
it had resulted from a service to Euuice
Perrin, and in that service he would
willingly Shatter bones to the extent of
his anatomy.
1t had happened in this wise: One
afternoon PaufS duty called him to the
upper part of the city. AS he was
crossing the park to his destination he
traVerSed a ridge, abOnt twenty feet be-
meath which wound bride path. The
spot was secluded one, and the quiet
ude ofthe country reigned. Suddenly
there came, a CHATTER of hoOfs and sue
ceSSion OF shouts. Paul turned and
was Il long. straight stretch, and over it
q frightened horse was dashlng bearing
young girl from whose grasp the reins
had escaped. & little distance behind
gallOpPd a groom, useless for an emer-
gency which he was Fastening by his
insane cries.
AS the runaway swung around the
curve, he sWayed and plunged. unseat-
ing his burden, who hung III air held
by the twist Of her skirt and her grip on
the pOmmel. With Paul to think was
TO act, and to think briefly and to act
quickly. He lpaped from the bank to
the very front Of the horse. and through
his startling coming and lucky clutch on
the curb brought him to a Standstill.
And Just in time. too. for at the same
instant the rider glided to the ground
only half sustained by the outstretched
arm.
Why had not Paul been able, in COM
mon with an unbroken line Of heroes TO
force the fiery steed back on its haunch-
eS with one hand while with the other
he held the fair lady safe on his heav-
ing breast? For one reason, he was
altogether human; for another, he was
injured through the leap. But pain and
giddineSS were unheeded in the rapture
of recognition. 1t was Eunice Perrin
whom he had aided; Eunice whom he
had so fondly loved in the old school
days at Anyway; Eunice, with whom he
had divided a siXpence; Eunice, who
had placed the idelWeiss which he had
plucked within her locket; the Eunice,
alas! of his dreams, for the realities of
life had kept them apart. Paul bent and
kissed the smiling lips, ignorant that a
snowy eQuipage had stopped on the
driveway, and that its occupant, cor
pulent, Ted-faced man, was frantically
shaking his fist at him.
"HOW dare you insult my daughter,
you villain ?'' roared the interested
spectator. Here you, James, you
gaby, bring your mistress to me this in
slant. He saved her, hey? Well, give
him this card, and if he calls at the Of
flee I'll make 1t right with him first,
and kick him out afterward. Not a
wcrd. Eunice. Home, Buttons, and
liyely!"~
Away dashed the carriage. There
was the glimmering wave of a white
next he was conscious he was in an am
bulance on his way TO the hospital.
Such had been Paul'S adventure. Out
of it had come suffering and prIvation,
outweighed by happiness the more
ecStatic because it seemed so impos-
sible.
Paul passed down the stairway and
through the hall. On the stand was a
small pile of letters bearing his address.
lie opened the topmost one and found a
polite note (printed). Not available, -
he groaned. "lf l Only had the price of
these stamps"
He opened the next one, and-mirabite
Viser.-a folded bit of drab paper
"Oh, coffee, rolls and chopsl Yes, and
cakes. To think of it, my poem, TO
Chloe had a value beyond her dear
eyes. Can good come out of GaIilee? 1t
can-and it has. But what's this?''
What's this indeed! A dainty little
missive, concealed by the others, like a
violet in vegetable garden. He tore it
apart and read with bulging eyes:
Paul: Come to me. l shall be home all
day tomorrow awaiting you. I'm too dis
uessed to explain snow, but he's going to
offer me prize. Your EUNICE
P. SITS that odious up. P. Pr you un-
derstand.
Paul gasred and turned faint, thus
realizing how famshed he was He
hurried awayiand cashed the check, ard
then in quiet little inn accomplished
the vision of is reception, and thus re-
neved his thoughts from physical re-
straint.
over a cigar which tasted far better
than its maker could have intended,
Paul again read the note and again
gasped, but this time without any re-
action on the pneumogastric nerve. His
Eunice a prize! What the deuce could
it mean? The "he" who was going to
Nffer Lpr Like the uulmar Old lanhthnh