Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1897-02-20


At first I only thought II a dclusion, but
n second look told me that could not bo
mistaken--tlie stranger was Victor Burn
side.
1t was lucky that no ones attention
was ccntercd on me just then, for look
cd, MS felt. drcadfully ngitntcd. l could
not meet him face to facet, who always
prided myself on my courage. experienced
actual terror ut the sight of him. He was
In our very hotel. But. oh. JOY! we were
to leave tomorrow, and the chances that
we would meet before then were very
small.
"Hc Is a splendid looking man." said
Rayvcnham: 'and he's English. think
III go down and have weed, and make
friends with him."
mo, Rayvcnhum, you're too late, he's
moving" said Aunt Rose. as the English
man slowly reused himself from his laan-
ing attitude against the tree, and folded
his paper.
He looked round rs though half undc-
ciled what to do. Though the idea that
he would recognize me was prcpOsterous,
l SHRINK In terror from meeting his eye.
All next morning was on thorns lest
we should encounter that tall, terrible,
bodily reminder of my childish error and
crime. But we never saw him. We drove
TO the railway station and took our seats
In the train. Then. because Hay and
were such babies. VIC must needs go and
buy n store of colorcd sugar plums from
a swarthy Italian peasant who stood at
little distance on the platform. After
which We sauntcrcd back TO the carriage.
Suddenly noticed that. as walked along
the platform. I had dropped my little
hand bag. containing my purse and n
good deal more money than sensible
girl would have carried about with her.
I jumped out. unseen by llayvcnham, and
ran to pick 1t up. II was gone. CHANGING
round In despair. I saw II In the hands of
an official. and. with n glad cry, run to
claim II. At this moment tho whistle
sounded.
Tho train was moving. I ran franticai.
~ up the length Of the platform. and had
lust reached the carriage door when my
foot slipped. Al the snmc moment pair
Of strong arms caught mo from behind,
and deep voice In my car said. "Arc you
mndy"
"I.ct mo go.' cried. eagerly: II must
-" But the train was already out Of
tho station. md tho last glimpse I had was
grnn,iprpa's hOrror.strickcn face, beck.
Oning franticnlly.
"Now what nm I TO do!"
telegraph" said my rcscucr Mt once.
aud In very good English. I came to my
senses ut sound Of that voice. Lifting my
eyes for the first time, saw that was
addressing no Italian official. The man
who had just saved my life was Victor
Burnside.
I remained staring In his face for one
long minute. and then dropped my eyes
In burning shame. His look of non.rcc.
ognition wns 80 evident. so entire. II was
thus met the man whose life had nt.
tcnptcd--his first net was TO save mine.
I blushcd a. never remembered blush.
Ing In my life before, und TREMENDOUSLY
fnlterci:
II beg your partlon--l believe you saved
my lifc--l nm much indebted TO you"
"Not ut nll." hc answered. courtcously.
slightly raising his hat MS he spoke. II
nm only too glad that was In time:
confess that l experienced q mOmcntary
shock when saw you slip: thought you
were down between the train md tho plat
FORM
lie was evidently studying mo a. he
spoke, with interest. I certainly looked
what I was-tho spoiled darling Of
wealthy parents.
Snow, will you dictate a message ia
me-, or will you come to tho office your.
sclf?" he asked, standing before mo with
q pencil aud notc book.
was inspired with a sudden resolution.
II will dictate II 10 you, please. Quite
20, lNv Era tVS In
met Mr.. Burnside, who kindly promises
to take care Of me-"
Hc uttered m exclamation Of surprise
ut seems you have the advantage Of me,
he hogan.
"Qh, M. burnside" I said. while two
| tears ] could not keep back ovcrran my
eyelids and lay on my checks; do you no,
remember me!"
There was an instants pause; I looked
not at him, but tho two tears splashct
down on -: -" : ..s-"c:
! Gan /. indeed X st!.s Danilcni' h,
said, gently. 4 East Spologixc for my
dense stupidity. have been trying cvol
since We met to think Of whom your eye,
reminded me. And did you really rccog
nixc mc?' ! must send of your message
1
Mr.. Carcwe?"
l bowed my hcad-I could not answer
He was gone. ] am sure he absentee
himself a purposcly long time with tn,
kind intention Of giving mo timc to re-
cover myself. When no returned I wa,
considerably calmcr.
I'VE have half an hour to watt" h,
said, his voice just az courteous as befOr,
my confession. "rhis station IL 80 clos
and hOt--cOmc this way"
I could talk to him moro freely now
since no seemed to nOurish no displeasur,
against me-. Then We were rather silen
until a whistle warned us that the trail
was about to start, and We rose and wen
to find places. When we were seated, ant
already on our way, It first occurred 4
mo to ask, "Whcrc did you send your tclc
graWy"
ITO The Hotel Bianchn." no answered
zone Of the officials told mo that all Mr.
Carewe's luggage was directed there"
| "Oh, thank you, that was quite right
I-yc,: arc you going to take me oil tn
wayf"
"such was my intention, II You vii
permit"
"Oh, ycs-you arc very good; SHOULD
like to introduce you To my grandfather;
and hcreupOn ! related how grandpap'
and met In tho hunting field, and how
the reconciliation came about. He lis
tened. apparently much amused, and II
turn told mo all l wanted to know abou
Burnside.
| I learned that nv Urn ndmother wa