The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1895-11-12

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which was coming slowly in the OPP
posite direction.
When he got up again, he found
that the horse was rearing and do
ing its best to run backward down
the hill on its hind legs, while the
young lady who was driving alone
was screaming at the top of her
voice.
It was some time before the young
man, who sprang to the frightened
creatures aid, was able to persuade
it to assume its natural position on
four legs.
In the meantime the young lady,
whose nerves had naturally been
very much shaken, had not failed
to notice the good looks of the man
whom she was kind enough to con-
slider her savior, although, as mat
ter of fact, he had done more to-
ward bringing her to sudden end
than anything else.
Miss Frost, for she was the daugh-
ter. of the man who at that moment
was trying to sell her hand to his
creditors, had not been to modern
school and had the advantage of
three terms at Girton for nothing.
She knew Italian, and soon as she
had caught her breath she aired it
for the organ grinders benefit
"Signor," she said, bending for
ward and bowling her pretty white
teeth, chow can I thank you for
saving my life? 1t was very brave
of you"
IAN Italian lady, by Jove,"
thought the young man-an Italian
would never have supposed it.for a
minute-and he instantly replied in
the same language and an accent
peculiar to Marlboro boys.
SIS it hurt-your organ?" she
asked anxiously in the italian Ian
guage as spoken in the class rooms
at Girton. And the young man in
terrupted her in the same language
as taught by Professor Sprache-
MALI. ,....
THAT is my affair, signorina.
"How proud he is-perhaps he is
a prince who has been obliged to fly
the country" thought Miss Frost,
and thereupon she bestowed anoth-
or gracious smile upon him, and,
thanH;2g him with all the most elo-
que1t phrases she could remember,
she drove away, turning once to
wave a dainty lace handkerchief to
her preserver.
At tea time he made many in
quiries concerning the young Ital-
ian lady, and to his surprise he found
that nobody, not even Mrs. Grit
herself, knew anything of her.
Do what he would he could not
forget that pretty face and gentle
voice.
He wrote to London for an Italian
dictionary and phrase book, and sat
late into the night, brushing up his
knowledge of the language, which
had never been very extensive, and
every day he wandered up and down
between the boarding house and the
village, looking out for that little
red wheeled cart.
However, it never came his way,
and for the very reason that Miss
Frost's aunt had forbidden her ever
to drive out alone again, and con.
demned her to the family carriage
and the driving of old Carter Wimps,
the family ooachman, who always
avoided that hill into the village.
At last they met. 1t was in this
way. The young man was consoling
himself by fishing by the banks of
a little stream which ran through
a wood, and Miss Frost was out for
a solitary walk, lost in oontempla-
ton of the happiness which was in
store for her Some day, when the
second volume of her novel in real
life would be good enough to begin.
my gallant preserver," she cried
as she caught sight of his pictur.
esque broad brimmed hat, "Oh,
signor, is it possible?"., - -
And he answered in italian also.
"Signorina, this is the happiest
hour of my life. All, how I have
longed with all the passion of my
heart to speak to you once more; to
stand face to face and to gaze into
those dazzling eyes.
He had learned this by heart out
of an Italian novel, and he was rath.
or proud of it,
And so these two began to make
love to one another in a foreign Ian.
guage, and never for moment did
either of them suspect the national.
ity of the other.
He was desperately in earnest
over this adventure, and he was
burning to know her parents and tc
pay his addresses properly.
However, Miss Frost did not fee
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