Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1894-04-19
ana root with his paid face streakea
with blood, the poor young express

with blood, the poor young express
agent.
st Is you. PhyllisPn he murmured.
Surely providence must have sent
you to my aid! Get a knife--a sharp
stone-and cut these pordsl They are
tearing their way through my flesh!
And q drink of water Phyllis, for
heavens sake! And then--then you
must hang out therea l1ght-tnose
brutes have piled rocks on the track
just this side of the sharp curve to
wreck the train. It's Tuesday night
and the paymaster is coming down
from San Francisco with the money to
pay off the hands They IL be wait
ing not far OF for the crash, but you
must go on as far up the track a, you
can run and signal the engineer 2
'And leave you?' She had been
hurriedly cutting the cruel bonds with
her pocket knife. and now helped the
victim to struggle into sitting post.
ture. Oh. David. you must come,
too. | can't leave you here to per-
ish!''
He passed his hand vaguely
across his forehead. They struck
me down." he said. when I would
not give them the key of the safe. ]
suppose they thought I was dead when
they flung me down there. =
She brought him some water in .
gourd she'll. He drank eagerly and
then she bathed the cuts on his fore.
head and washed the clothed blood out
OF the fair yellow curls. Nov try tc
stand she said. 81 ~ es. you are bet
ter now. I'll carry the lantern, and
you shall lean on me- The air il
delightfully."- cool and dewy now anl
the sun has set
You are brave girl,n shid he, q
spasm of agony passing over his face.
and if you can be so firm should not
shrink from little pain. Yes, I will
try to walk. Don't touch my arm;
think it's broken. TIM sorry that
can't carry the lantern; it's heavy,
old-fashioned thing, Now, if you'll
let me lean on your shoulder
But you are SO pale!.' ,Only from
loss Of blood. q. On! The farther up
the trace we get the safer we are.
What should have done if-But, Z
with a sudden perplexed expression
en- his countenance, Il don't think
quite understand now how you came
TO be here.''
Phyllis lifted her frank eyes to his
zee in innocent SURPRISE s.Your let
er," she said. Didn't you writep
Il write?" Certainly not. ..But 70.
did,
She pulled the crumpled half sheet
of paper from her pocket-the letter
that had sent such a joyous thrill
through her heart. See! VIII you
deny your own handwritingp''
ut isn't my handwriting at all.
Some one has played joke on you
Or me- he said. But oh. what 8
blessed joke. for I should have died il
it hadn't been for you for you
Phyllisi'
That night the red finger OF warn
ing pointed from the signal lantern
along the track, the train slowed uE
before the point of danger was reached
and the evil designs OF the wreckers
were frustrated.
An additional man and plenty Of
firearms were put on at San Jean sta
tion and an impromptu Vigilance
committee sent up from among the
sawmill hands and sturdy corps OF
lumbermen down on the river shore.
'.But wasn't it stranger" said Phyllis
to Mrs. Mantop. Whom do you sup
pose wrote the letter?"
Il can tell you, y said Mrs Manton.
ut was Millicent who wrote it. y
'Y es cried amerry hooking voice,
lit was l." And Mile came out in
her white serge dress with blue for
get-me -nots in her belt looking very
lovely and very Inappropriate to her
surroundings.
Didn't | fool you beautifully? And
to think that you never susDected!'
Phyllis drew herself up with uncon-
scious dignity. Il could hardly sus-
pect y said she. that a lady could be
guilty Of such a trick as that! But
ought to be grateful. for | was able to
save Mr.. Belfiel IS life" And she
turned away and walked quietly homo.
- ere's something more to tell, >
said silly, her blue eyes .-ilstenlns
ominously. She has not told me all
there's something she has kept back.
But can guess it. She has not only
saved his life. but she has won hi.
heart. Well can't say much for hi:
taste, that's all. - She shrugged hel
shoulders angrlly.
Hugh Manton. who had come in fol
a leather buckle smiled grimly 10 him
SELF. VIII are you laugiling?' Miliy
wrathfully demanded.
'Oh. for no particular cause, sac
Hugh. Only il seems to me tha
your joke didn't work exactly as 20;
thought it was going tor