The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1897-08-10
Written for THE PROGRESSIVE FARMER.1 I
An ll-Starred Rescue.
"A STORY FOUNDED oMBAcr.

lovely smile toward a young man near
her, and for the thirtieth time shot a
bundle Of Cupid's arrows rivRlling
barbed- wire for sharpness, squarely
into his heart. At least, he guessed it
was that for he was Immediately seized
with a curious emotion-a mixture of
joy and ~pathos-which often seized
him when she smiled (at him; not at
the other fellow.)
The smile also revived that green
eyed monster Jealousy, which had
found a home in the heart of another
young man near at hand. This young
man had had little opportunity to talk
with the young lady, and as a substi
tute, be had on the night previous,
entered the parlor where first he met
her and for two long hours, vainly
endeavored to send a message to her
by the mean of telepathy. He had
read a treatise on telepathy, during HE
u~noccupied moments, and had, like
the drowning man who clutches at q
straw, hoped hat by means of this
mysterious power, he could tell the
tale his lips had refused to divuIge.
But, alasi his efforts had proved fruit
less and a sleepless night had been his
lot.
But to return.-"Wm you kindly
condescend to narrate this experience
with burglars9' queried the Professor,
who prides himself on his extensive
vocabulary.
Yes, let it come, " entreated the col
lege boy with his usual slang.
WAS it a real robber9" asked the
first victim of Cupids' darts. If it
was, then 1 certainly wish 1 had been
there to have rescued you"
NOW why didn't / think to say
that7' inwardly groued the young
man Of telepathic tendencies. For the
young lady to smile again at the smart
young man was perfectly cruel $50
thought the gent who experimental
with telepathy.) But so she did and
then began her story.
ut occurred at night, of course, and
on the night Ia question, I sat up
rather late reading"
"R-reading love letters, laughed
the gay, fat boy who stuttard some
what.
"Well," she continued, affecting
ignorance of the remark, FINALLY
mama asked me to close the blinds in
my brothers rooms, and I started to do
so. There had been several robberries
IN the NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., in fact, in
the house next door and as l entered
the dark room l thought of this. But
1 pride myself on my bravery, and
swallo wing my heart"
''Metaphorically speaking" said the
Professor. soto UOce.
"Ot course" assented the fair
speaker. "At any rate 1 walked for
ward to close the blinds. Just then I
heard e slight rustling in some paper
1 jumped and then cameo. what a
norrid noise! 1 suppose 1 knocked
away the stick which served as a sup
port for the window, but I didn't think
Of that,
with a loud cry-BurglarsT I" I
jumped backward. Just then I heard
my brother o)niug to my rescue,
out the very next thing I knew, 1 felt
a rough hand clutch me by the
Ghroat-"
'Oh!' exclaimed an emotionalyoung
lady. The blue eyed dispenser Of
Cupid's darts simply smiled.
We'll 1 didn't feel like smiling
then however, she admitted, and as l
vainly endeavored to yell, 1 presume
my taco was a picture for artists to
study. On! 1t was perfectly terrible!
[ wondered if no one would ever come
TO my rescue. The blood rushed TO my
head and ny heart leaped like a.
IKE "a" Like a Varsity athlete ,
added the college boy, swinging his
yellow, needle toed shoes backward
and forward like a clock pendulum.
Yes, 1t certainly did, " she assented.
u couldn't do any thing or say any
ching. VINO are you2' demanded my
captor. But each time, I attempted to
answer he simply frightened his grip on
my throat.
And did he kill you?" inquired the
college boy, gnawing the handle of his
umbrella.
"Well I kept no diary then ''she re
piled" but if l remember correctly he
did not, for the very next cry Who
are youG'" brought my father to my
rescue.