Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-01-03

perched on branch far above her head,
saw the girl fling herself down among
the grasses Of the May time and sob as
if her heart would break.
1t did not comfort her so very much,
after all, to know that now no gossip
could say she had dumped at the
chance" of becoming Colin Delorme' s
wife.
How very poor thing the pride
which she had vindicated by rejecting
him seemed to her, as she wept passion
ately for the chance Of happiness flung
away for words from the lips of pair
of vulgar women, who We're no more to
her than any other disagreeable stran-
gers!
81 will tell him the truth tonight, -
she whispered when she was calmer.
He loves me- He will forgive me for
my folly
But when she reached the house she
was told that Colin Delorme had gone
to the city on urgent business and would
return the following evening by the 7
O'Clock train.
Such a long night, such a long day
as those were to poor Honor in her mis-
cry of remorse But at last they We're
over, and III a few moments the whistle
which announced the arrival of the
train at the small station below would
shrek out Oh the evening air.
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knew she could see the smoke from the
engine mile away, and at one point,
where the track ran like thread across
All open space, somewhat elevated, she
Id catch sight of the line Of carriages
ere the shrek of the whistle told that
they We're about to stop.
The puffs Of smoke showed here and
there among the tree tops as she looked
forth; then, like long black serpent,
the train darted around the curve and
sped on the bridge.
There was swaying of the train, a
sudden crash, which reached her duly
from the distance, and down through
the shattered brickwork huddled the en-
CINE and three Of the carriages attached
to it-down but few feet, it is true,
but at the bottom was death to many
perhaps to Colin Delorme.
Honor did not cry out, did not faint,
but a sudden fierce strength seemed to
be infused into her slight young figure
as she sprang toward the door and dart
ed through. Down the corridor, down
the stairs, out at the hall door she ran
like creature flying for her very life.
In the drive horse and buggy were
standing. His host was to drive to the
station for Colin.
Hatless, cloakless, with bare arms
and shoulders cleaning from the black
ness of her dinner dress, she sprang into
the vehicle and caught up the reins.
The servant at the horse's head made
way for her, with frightened glance at
her white face and dilated eyes,
She turned the animal and dashed
down the drive, out at the gates and on
at gallop along the highway.
1t seemed an eternity to her before
she reached the wrecked train, and 9th
ers were there before her
Still white as death, still silent, she
drew rein, and, leaping ont, darted into
the crowd, which was endeavoring to
extricate the crushed and mangled pas
sengers from the debris about them.
One was drawn forth as she reached
the group, and at last her lips Enclosed
to give forth a Cry of anguish.
Was that shapeless, bleeding, moan
ing mass, Of which she saw nothing to
recognize as human save blood stained
hand and few tresses OF nut brown
hair-was that the man she loved?
She pushed the men aside frantically,
and was trying to win her way to the
dying man, when hand was laid on
her shoulder aud voice that made her
heart thrill said:
Honor, this is no place for you. Go
home, my dearest. Even mans heart
faints before such horrors as this.
She chung to him with both hands,
trembling, sobbing, laughing-in short,
going nearly mad with joy.
Colin, my love, my love! You are
safe-uninjured?" she cried incoherent-
ly. 81 feared-I feared You are safe,
Colin, dear Colin?''
Safe, and blessed beyond measure to
know you care" And he drew one Of
the hands that chung to him to his lips.
II was in the smoking car. I am un-
hurt, Honor, but many a poor fellow is
perhaps dying while I talk to you. Go
back, my love, and let me give all the
aid I can. For every man who lies dying
here be sure some woman S heart will
break today"
AS mine would have broken had you
died, J" she whispered, releasing him.
And he joined the many who were
working for the lives of the unfortunate
passengers, while she returned to her
confident of the existence of
God Of mercy.
Six months later, when notice Of
the marriage Of Colin Delorme and Hon
or Campbell appeared, Mrs. Gays ac-
quaintance Of the venomed tongue met
and accosted her.
II told you that if Colin Delorme pro-
posed to Miss Campbell she would not
be such an imbecile as to refuse him and
let the property be divided, and you see
was right, she said exultantly.
And Mrs. Gay could not tell her--for
she did not know--that owing to her
own idle and i'll natured words, not
property, but two hearts that loved had
been very nearly divided. st. Louis
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