Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1897-10-30
killed him, and he WIN never, never

Killed MIN, and he Win never, never
know how dearly I loved him."
I almost carried the poor child to my
room and laid her on the sofa, noting,
as I did SO with shudder, the two or
three bright red stain supon her habit.
What did they, portend?
From time to time low means escap-
ed her half-parted lips, and could but
contrast her with the bright, willful
girl who had ridden off few brief
hours before so full of hope and happi-
ness. And then, in broken words, she
told the story. How at sudden turn
in the road she had caught sight of Mr..
Arthur following her and in very per-
verseness of spirit touched lightly with
her whip the animal which needed re-
straint rather than urging, then turned
her head in the direction of the pits,
a road at any time dangerous, but now.
maddened by the touch of the whip,
the mare had taken the bit between
her teeth, and the little hands clinching
the reins were powerless. Mr.. Arthur
saw her peril and, putting spurs to his
horse in reckless defiance of harm to
himself, had put him to the leap, en-
deavoring, by leaving the road, to
head her off and seize her rein. 1t was
a race for life. A heap of stones lay
| upon the road. On one side there was
bareiy room for single horse to pass.
Could he reach that first he might save
her. There was no time to question.
By an effort almost superhuman he d.
rected his horse to the pass and seized
the bride which now lay powerless in
her prasp. The mare swerved back,
his own horse plunged, and in some
oh n0,r1d ~ all h. To-, h.
meath the maddened animals feet, his
head striking on the cruel stones. The
shock had brought the mare to reason,
and she now stood still and trembling.
But Arthur had saved her life by giving
his.
could but comfort the child as best
l might, when outside came the tread
of feet, and knew they were bringing
the sad burden home. Pressing a kiss
on her forehead, went forward to
meet 1t, but as through my tears I bent
to look over the dear face, l, too, al
most tainted, though this time for joy.
for the great brown eyes were wide
open, and could almost fancy smiling
into mine.
The physicians gave us little hope at
first, however, and it was pitiful to
watch Miss Emily steal in and out of
the room when he lay so white and still
and suffering. All her old willfulness
had gone now, and l could see how her
heart was centred in him, but at last
we knew the best and the worst. Life
would be spared, but Mr.. Arthur would
be cripple for life"
Through me, Nanna-all through
mel" she moaned forth when she heard
1t. How he must hate even to look
at mel" But 1 had watched his gaze
follow her too often not to know diff
ferently.
l was busy one day in his room II
think they scarcely knew l was there)
when Arthur called her to his side.
II want to say something to you.
Emily" he began: something which
| has been long time on my mind. You
must not reproach yourself for this.
You must not let it interfere some day
with your giving your love to a man
| more worthy of 1t, and you must re-
member no one will rejoice more than
in your happiness"
For a moment she stood still, her
| cheek flushing and paling; then she
threw herself at his feet. oh, Ar hur,"
she exclaimed, will you not take me?
Have you learned SO to hate me that
all the old love has gomez"
"Gone!" he answered, stroking the
| bright hair. Emily, can a man part
with that which has become part of his
| soul? But, my darling, l cannot con-
| sent to your tying your young, joyous
life to NINE"
Arthur! Husband!" she whispered
| softly; then stole from the room,
knowing my presence would not be
missed, and sure my darling would win
her cause. Nor do think, in the many
happy years which since then have
rolled along, leaving me an old woman
now, either has ever regretted that for
once and the last time Miss Emily had
her willful way.@Jenny Wren, in New
York Ledger.