Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-10-11

HAVe uOHe now! lS IL because
flirted a little, only a little, with Tom
Allen last night. I'll never do it again
hand OH my heart-so help me!'
"No!" laughed Fred, mot until the
next time! But, Man. am in real
trouble this morning. Come! Put that
thing away. and sit down in the sum.
mer-house with me, while tell your
Mans eyes flashed.
".rhat thing, indeed! Why, Fred
Dunbar, that's my dear new bicycle,
and l love it best of anything else
In the world! Except"
TON Allen, l supposc?"
You know better Come" (dis.
mounting and dlsposing of the wheel,
as she spoke, ''let us hear your tale
of woe!"
And when she ln.l heard 1t, her eyes
flashed, and she looked the personifi-
cation of indignation.
Your fathers a-dcar old manv' She
had been about to say Il Ounce, but dis
creetly changed her tactics.-"to 30 on
at that rate, as though we We're in
the seventeen hundreds, instead of
nineteenth century people. Why, Fred,
suppose went to linn, head down, shy,
you know, finger III my mouth, face
all blushes-(you bad boy! could
achieve a blushD-and lisp out family
a promise. to him NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
to ride bicycle again. Well, what
then? Why. directly there would be
something else. He is spoiled old
boy, and needs taking down peg.
I do not know how it is to be done,
but feel it in my bones, as our cook
says. that I am destined to do the
deed! What do you say, Freddy?"
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tempt" he rapturouSly cried. holding
the golden head close to his heart,
to the certain destruction of the jaun-
how, my gentle Mamie: How?''
wait! Time will tell the tale" she
repeated, oracularly. "And now Fred
warns me that it is periously near
lunch-time."
When Fred left Nan that day, they
the old gentleman was to be converted
| from the error of his ways. The two
We're simply grieved and desponlent,
as well as inpatient. For they had
loved each other long, and were only
waiting for propitious time for Fred
to lay the subject of their marriage be-
AVN AAAS1A pAOol'CNNlNC pax <AAu
right ut this unlucky juncture, Mr.
Dunbar had unfortunately seen Nan
riding bicycle. To man of his
strong and unreasonable prejudices
this meant everything dreadful and i'm
possible in his sons future wife.
That very evening Mr.. Dunbar walk
ed out at the sunset hour He had
long been accustomed to taking ex-
fQn6n( walks c1nnn n1,I 1o
man Of wealth had little to occupy his
mind. He had gone farther than usual
this evening, lovely September even
ing, and when he glanced up and saw
that the sun was quite out of sight, he
uttered an exclamation of dismay:
Dear me! never dreamed it was so
late!" he exclaimed, glancing at his
watch, and 1 expect Stanton and Har-
rington at seven, to consult about that
piece of timber land. 1t will probably
mean loss of several thousand dol
lars to me if l fail to see them tonight
for they are to leave Roxbury early
in the morning. l will just take the
railroad track. 1t will save me full
half mile, and then I may get home in
time"
No sooner said than done. Striking
the track, he was soon walking brisk
ly. for his years, down the long line
of trestle-work, homeward bound
Too briskly did he walk-for in his
haste he grew careless-struck his foot
against something, and down he went
prone upon the track one limb doubled
under him. He strove to arise, but
the sharp, siclSening pain warned him
that he had broken or sprained his
ankle. There was no help for it only
to lie down again. What should he do?
1t was fast growing twilight. Nobody
at home would ever think of looking
for him on the railroad track. And,
powers above! he recollected that the
down train would soon pass; in few
minutes it was due. The old man clos
ed his eyes
Heaven help me!'' he groaned, 81
am lost"
Just at that moment something soft
and light was speeding down the track
like lightning. He opened his eyes.
At the same moment the roar of the
approaching train filled the air, and
around the curve in the track, the
down express came in full view.
Nan Henford,seated ON her bicycle,
caught a glimpse of that huddled heap
upon the track, and with a cry of hor-
rOr, turned her wheel in its direction
She never dreamed that it was Fred
Dunbar's father, but the impulse Of hui
mainly prompted her to so to the relief
of whomsoever it might be; on came
the train with thunderous tread On
flew the slender wheel from the oppo-
site direction. 1t was mad race be-
tween the two. Mans blood was up.
She set her white teeth firmly together,
and whispered, gravely, God help me
and give me strength
And so. she reached the inert mass
lying right in the jaws of death. One
spring and she had dismounted from
her bicycle. dashed it aside, and, stoop-
ing over the old man, pulled him with
all the strength Of her strong young
arms. away from the approaching mon
ster into the side switch near. The
train thunderd past.
Nan fell upon her knees before the
PROSTATE form.
Good Heaven! it's Fred's fatherr'
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