The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1894-05-17

that long ago-her life. Early this
morning mounted Victor and started
for hunt, intending to be out all day.
Soon after noon I became aware that
storm was brewing, and Immediately
turned by horses head homeward
81 had proceeded only a short dis
lance when l was compelled to seek
shelter beneath the thick foliage of
gigantic oak. There l sat for three long
hours, watching with interest the pour
ing rain. At last the clouds broke away,
and found as I rode along through the
forest, directing my course toward the
high road, that the freshet had forced
the creek, which in dry weather is
mere rivulet, far beyond its banks.
Suddenly there came louder than the
torrents roar, the sound of crashing
tim bers, mingled with cry of distress
Urging Victor on, soon witnessed
scene that seemed to freeze the very
blood In my veins.
The rushing waters had forced the
bridge that spanned the creek from its
hold, and borne 1t away upon the rapid
current; and Ross, imagine, If you can,
my feelings-but no, that would be i'm.
possible-when l saw Nina Leighton
standing upon it
Fortunately my weekly explorations
of that locality in search of game had
acquainted me with my surroundings,
which, together with the discovery that
the railing on one side OF the bridge had
been broken of, leaving single post
standing, enabling me to quickly deter
mine upon course of action.
Gas the bridge passed me l shouted :;
Courage, Nina! Cling to the rail-
Ing that remains, and will save you at
the BEND
Then began the race for life. With
the speed of deer my noble Victor
bounded along the bank, leaping over
fallen trees and bitches. With Joy 1
found upon nearing the bend that my
side of the creek was almost clear of
trees, also that the currents strength
spent against the opposite bank
"Victor had won the race. Soon, how
ever, the bridge, with the slender form
of poor Nina standing like statue upon
1t, her face the hue of death, her eyes
riveted upon me, swept by.
"'Will catch the post with nv lasso
and gallop along with you to the bend,
and be ready to draw the bridge ashore.
Brace yourself firmly called.
with whizzlng sound my larlat cut
the air and settled around the post AS
we approached the bend I spurred Vic
tor forward, then, wheeling him sud
denly to the right of a large tree, brought
him back on his launches. The noble
fellow grandly sustained the trial of his
strength as stronger and stronger came
the strain on the larIat until the head
long course of the frail raft was en-
tirely checked. After grounding 1t and
securing the lasso, soon had the I'M
conscious form of Nina Leighton safe
In my arms"
The rays of the setting sun fell upon
Nina, seated near the parlor window
thinking of the terrible experience she
had passed through that afternoon, and
OF the man who had saved her life, re.
memberlng with a thrill of pleasure
how his awkwardness had vanished in
his unconscious devotion to her.
NO." she reflected, az will not rebel
against fate. Today he saved my life,
and love him.
But, who was the elegant, well-dress-
ed stranger she saw coming up the
path2 There was something strangely
familiar to her In his appearance, vet
1t could not be! All, but it was. For a
moment her hands were clasped In those
of the visitor, and she was gazing into
the roguish face of Ward Cameron.
"And how is my little teacher after
her unpleasant adventure9" he mischIev-
ously asked, smiling down upon her.
Unable to bear the quizzlng expression
of those dark eyes and the rush of men,
cries Wards question brought her, she
covered her face with her hands as she
faltered:
Then you are not an ignorant cow
boy, after all?"
well, no, not exactly, since l am a
graduate of old Harvard, " replied Ward,
coolly. "Miss L.ighton-Nina," he
earnestly continued, as he knelt at her
side and drew her hands from her blush
Ing face, 81 plead your pardon for my
wicked deception. Hearing much praise
of the little teacher from my aunt Hell
en-, masqueraded as did through pure
love of fun"
For shame, sir" pouted Nina, with
burning cheeks. "Think of my patient
endeavors to educate Harvard gradu-
ate!n
Sweetheart, have learned lesson
so dangerously fascinating that can
not unlesrn it. And now," dropping
the imprisoned hands and drawing the
girlIsh form toward him, "wIll you not
be his wife2ns
"You saved my life today, Ward it
is yours" she whispered, as she tremu-
lousy turned to meet her lovers kiss.
TOLEDO WANTS Or. MEYER.