The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1897-10-01
tic started back to his desk singing
tho last verse of his "~"~:

frowns
And smiles ard wiles aud a that:
Yet, lucky lass, that owns tho earth,
You naughty, naughty, uutocrnt
Iom pith O nonsense, Pr do q worth.
We love you more for a that"
He gave sidelong glance at Boy
and WAS satisfied that now no under.
stood that letter. A flood Of remorso
swept over his heart for having made
hcr suffer so. How pale she WAS,
how beautiful! Bertie fclt, knew,
that whatever her motives for mas
querading, they were pure. He re.
membered her asking him what hc
thought of a girl who would masque.
rade whole months in male attirc--
and remembered with shame and ro.
gret his answer. He could not apol.
ogixe, for that would be showing her
that he had found out her secret.
Oh, if he had only known shc should
not have had SO much work to do
poor, pale little Paul! And Bertio
repeated tho last four lines of his
song with tender cadence which
thrilled Boy through and through:
Yet, lucky lass, that owns the earth,
You naughty, naughty autocrnt--
Nou pilh o nonsense, Pride o worth.
We love you more for a that"
"Heaven! Did BERTHE know
Was she about to be found out after
alls" \ horrible dread almost over
came Boy. Everything secmed whirl.
ing round and round, Her heart
was wrung with anguish. 1t was
only by her strong will that she kept
from crying out or fainting. She
thanked heaven that Bertie's back
was turned and that no could not see
the trying ordeal through which she
was passing. No ono would have
recognized her rs she sat there pale
and trembling, as the beautiful, i'm.
pnlsive, willful girl who only five
no lths before had left home so rad
liant with love and hope. With
mighty effort she regained her COM
posture. The color crept back to her
checks, the old defiant expression to
her beautiful eyes. "What did she
care for the opinion Of BERTHE Law.
rence9 Nothing! What was it to
him if she was masquerading? She
Lad it to do to save papa, and thank
heaven! he was safe now; and what
did it matter if her heart did ache
with dull, incomprehensible pain?
She had succeeded in helping dear
est papa and cared for nothing else.
But now, as papa was SO nearly say.
ed, she'd confess her deceit to old
Air. Lawrence, and if ho denounced
her as bold, INSCRIPTIONS girl he'd
at least keep her secret, for he was
so noble, SO generous and 70 chival-
rous. And if ho discharged her she
would just creep home to papa and
Ducky, and by aquiet, peaceful, con.
tented life, try to atone for her past
wlllful recklessness. Yes, she'd tell
Mr. Lawrence everything, but not
just then. Tomorrow! Tomorrow
Next morning Boy started to her
work with bowed head and heavy
beating heart. She was ready to
confess, let tho consequences be what
thoy might. She was almost in front
OF Mr.. Lawrence store when she
heard loud cries
~ runaway! runawaym
People rushed right and left. Boy
raised her head and saw a large
black horse with terror stricken ewes
and nostrils distended almost upon
her, In the carriage she canght a
glimpse of frightened old lady
who with o: hand was clinging des.
perately to the carriage and with tho
other trying to hold beautiful lit.
tie girl of four or five summers, who
was screaming in terror. Boy
thought not of self; only Of the fright.
ened lady and beautiful child who
were in such deadly peril. The
horse was terribly frightened aud
running with all his might, but Boy
resolved to stop that horse or die
trying. Just as old Mr.. Lawrence
and BERTHE rushed to the door with q
low cry to Heaven for help Bow
sprang for the bride and clnng to
1t desperately. She heard old Mr..
Lawrence exclaim in terror:
My God! my wifo"
And Berthe:
"Oh, God! my little sistorl"
This gave her removed strength,
MIR. Lawrence's wifo--Bertie's sis.
teri Oh, sho must, she would save
them! And she twined her arms
around the horse's neck and clunp
there regardless of the hard iron
hoofs that beat her 80 numerically,
In low firm voice she coaxed the
animal. "Whoa-whoa
good horse-whoa"
At last the horse slackened his
speed thon stopped. Boy would
nave run away as old Mr.. Lawren6e
and S0rfin 1utf1, n o,>,l