Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1894-11-10

ting ultnSelI over Tic uuSHUOuTu VI tuc
drey, and clinging TO II with one hand
MS he cut the traces with the other. It
flashed through his mind how he was
almost giving his life one chance out Of
twenty. But n few lunges Of that stout
steel blade so far unfettercd the furious
horses that within the next twenty Sec
onds they had quite rid themselves OF
every restriction and were scampering
uptown with new and horrid liberty.
Stanfield felt dazed after his magnif-
cent work. Still clinging to the dash
board, with the knife in his hand, he
fancied himself for the first time in his
sturdy young life on the verge OF q
positive swoon.
Then somebody caught him and he
opened his eyes without realizing that
he had closed them.
A crowd had collected, and plaudits
rang to him from every side.
1.-The most heroic thing ever saw"
said man who had the speech and mp
pearance Of gentleman. lin proud
to shake hands with you, sir. Perhaps
You don't know whom you saved from
a horrible DEATH" he continued, while
holding Stanfield's hand. Its Mr., Van
Doren. the retired shipping merchant"
Ivan Doren?" faltcrcd Stanfeld. who
now began to feel himself again. his
brief faintness vanishing rs scrap OF
mist is blown away from rugged hill.
side. "Do you mean Mr.. Myndhcrst
Van Dorcn?"
YES" said another voice, before
the gentleman could respond. Here
he comes, now. It's wonder he
wasn't killed by the carriage upsetting
rs Il did"
Nothing could more clearly have ex.
pressed the provincialism of New York
ut that period than what now followed
from another member Of the throng:
"Oh. he's SO equity, or rheumatic. or
whatever II is, that he keeps his
carriage all padded inside, just like a
baby's."
FLUSH! here he comes" murmured
the gentleman, and soon Mr.. Van Doren
moved up to Stanfcld with an extended
hand His rheumatism made him limp
little, but he had sustained no injury.
Ills greeting Of the young man who
had certainly saved his life was civil,
but by no means gracious. The face
which his nephew looked upon, rising
clean shaved and sharp-featured from
its ample stock. was almost frigid and
lifcless enough TO have been carved
from some sort of grayish marble.
IL thank you, young sir-l thank you
very much, very much" He was hold.
ing Stanfield's hand while he thus
spoke, but on u sudden dropped II and
fumblcd in n side pocket Of his
coat. which was cut like the evening
''swallow-tail' coat Of the present.
Soon he produced n wallet and drew
rom IL card. which he handed Stan.
field. "Thcrc!" And then he stared
fixetlly at his preserver for an instant,
finally giving helpless little shrug Of
the shoulders and disclosing shattered
pair Of spcctacles which he had thus far
kept in his dropped left hand ~ can't
see anybody very we'll without these"
he pursued "But ri be able to lool;
at you better u you'll call upon me.
Como tomorrow ut eleven o'clock In
the morning, will you? I'm little
shaken up, you know, though amt
hurt" lie said this with sort Of gen.
orally cha longing grin TO the crowd
an expression which his nephew no
sooner saw than he greatly disliked.
And then he was helped away by some
one who knew well enough to offer
him an arm, though he had no actual
friend In New York, throughout whose
limited community his wealth and his
avarice had both quite notoriously tran.
spircd
Stan0eld moved away in another di-
rcction lie began to feel little stiff
In certain muscles and realized. now
that Il was all over, the tremendous
risk which he had run. The dispensing
assemblage called gay words after him,
half gratulntory. half satiric Some
voices assured him that he was In for
n thousand dollars. sure. on the NOR
row. and others mockingly doubted
such an amount OF guertlon. while at
the same time mixing their cynic dis-
trust Of "old Van Doren" with tones Of
respect for his dauntless young savior
"Just like the selfish old miser," was
the last comment that Stanfield heard
"But perhaps this handsome young
chap Is rich himself and don't want any
reward"
"Dont want any reward" thought
the hero Of the hour. us he remembered
his own and Martha's dwindling purse
"What would they say u they knew he
was my mothers brother? ! wonder
what he win shy when he hears And
he never even asked me my name
Well. well. we shall see tomorrow what
IRE shall See
When he reached home and began his
story 70 Martha. she broke into little
cries of horror and alarm lIeforr he
had finished she was ut his feet, kissing
his hand and gazing up with wild wist
fuiness into his face
"And you're not the least hit In
jured?r she NJ length exclaimed "Oh
you noble. glorious Alfred Ilut I'm nm
cry 81 you. she broke on rising. ''you
should never have put your life into
such awful peril-nrverr
While she wept and trrmblcd at the
deed he had done. Staniirld tIir'w his
srsngebout her and kisnrd each 'vory
- Of her sweet gray eyes each dimple
q ~ CORNERS Of her nrched pink lips
'1hlhk. Martha.- be said. think