The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1895-05-24

I somewhat and proceeded IN the direc-
tion OF the entrance. Here she was
met by man who seemed to enter
into conversation with her. 1 halted
come rods away from the pair. The
mans back was towards me, but no
ticed that he was tan and well-dressed.
also noticed that little ring OF peo-
pie was forming around THE two, and
was positive 1 heard loud words. 1
FASTENED to the spot. The central fig
ure OF the group was the blacl1-hearded
man. He was excited and angry, and
the young lady was evidently the OBJ
ject of his rage.
Curse you" he exclaimed, just as
came within hearing distance. when
will you learn to quit that kind of
business?"
How dare you insult a lady in this
manner?" I cried, dashing forward,
and as he showed fight, seized him
and put him in charge of an officer
who had like myself, been watching
his proceedings.
The whole affair was over In a mo,
ment. As I turned around L saw my
fair friend directly at my elbow. She
glanced into my face with look of
grateful recognition, but said not a
word.
MAY offer you my arm?" asked.
you look ILL.,"
She took my proffered arm and lean
ed heavily upon 1t. 1 led her away
from the crowd of curious people, and
as did 50, she faltered;
81 am so thankful to you. Fate
seems to have willed that we should
meet"
Then 1 am very thankful to faIte,"
I returned, with great presence of
mind
She colored family. There was a
brief period of silence, and I contIn-
ued:
"If you win permit me, will intro
duce myself. My name is Hayward
George Hayward, travelling salesman
I owed the scoundrel a grudge, and
was only too happy to have the oppor-
tunity for repaying it."
The young lady then told me her
story, first stating that he name was
Louise Goodyear, and her residence
Buffalo. 1t appeared that the black
bearded man, who called himself |
had seen her rambling slow
ly about the park, and had mistaken
her for another spying emissary of his
wlfe's. He. had rudely accosted her
and accused her of dogglng his steps
If 1 had previously entertained
doubts of the mans sanity, none now
existed. 1 was convinced that the di-
vorce story was the hallucination of his
disordeGed brain.
1 saw Miss Goodyear safely home,
and when, at parting, she requested
me to call on her whenever 1 was in
adding, II shall never forget
your kindness to me-" 1 was at the
zenith of happiness.
AS made my appearance in the Of
flee of the hotel on the following morn
Ing, the proprietor exclaimed:
"Allow me to congratulate you, Hay
ward, that was a clever act of yours.
The whole town is talking about it."
"It was nothing. 1 should have done
the same thing had 1 seen any ruffian
insult lady," I returned, in surprise.
mo doubt; but you are evidently in
the dark, my boy. Don't you know
who that fellow was, eh?"
He pushed a Buffalo daily into my
hand, pointing to a conspicuous arti-
ole ON the first page, and it did not
take me long to discover that had
become quite a hero.
when searched at the police
station, was found to be possessed of
| considerable amount of valuable jew
,lry-so much, lin fact, that the officers
lecame suspicious that he might be
he man wanted in Buffalo for safe
The chief of police at the
after city was notified by telegram,
nd an officer was Immediately dis
,atched to Niagara for the purpose of
boxing into the matter He identified
he jewelry as the property Of my
ustomer, and no doubt remained that
;edgwick was the thief
Well, some men have greatness
hrust upon them. had done nothing
meritorious, yet l was the
ero of the hour, and the less fortu-
ate d stectves were green with envy
Sedgwick was tried, but escaped the
'rison, his insanity being clearly dem
nstrated. My customer recovered thu
'reater portion of the stolen goods
When presented myself at his place
+ business a few hours after Sedg-
gick's capture. he was profuse in his
hanks to me, and l had the largest
a'e Of my life.
My lady of the purse? 1 see her
one day here, the next
here. She IS still unmarried: but
eally, 1 must not say anything more
N the subject, for fear l might dis
lose a secret.-FrOm the Yonkers
itatesman.
Beware the pine trees withered branch,
'eware the awful avalanche"