Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1897-05-15


drive our COW over the bridge since the
rain. Why, it are the mortar right out
tween the stones. Ill show you the
way round by the other one. -
II haven time, she said, glancing al
the tiny chatelaine watch at her jacket
lapel "I've lost over five minutes now,
and I'm racing and must get back tc
Steeplcton as fast as | can And once
more taking the motor she shot across
the bridge almost to the other side,
when there was Il waver, a crush, a col.
lapse, and Miss Waterloo and her til,
bury automobile disappeared with the
bridge.
"Iswan!" exclaimed Sam, 81 swami
And, fiinging off his coat, he managed
to pick and scramble his way across the
stream to her rescue.
'"That's right" he called cheerfully.
"Just sit quiet and I'll give you pull
ON to dry land. The thing wouldn't
make such bad boat if it hadn t wheels
and had sides and would float" And he
gave the tilbury strong twitch toward
shore as she gathered herself together
and tottered to her feet.
Don't do that she cried. "I'm
killed as it is, and it shakes sor'
''The young fcller knowed, didn't
he?" said Sam, disseminating his jerks
upon the carriage.
ooh, yes, suppose so. Where did he
live? Please take me to his place right
away | have no other friends anywhere
about here, and my arm hurts me aw-
fully" And in spite of her set lips she
began to weep.
Don t cry" said Sam sympathetical-
ly. "There's nuf water i'll this here lit
tie stream sense the rain anyhow. Hold
on minnit and III fish you out as fine
as new fiddle" And, seizing plank,
he extended it to her from the edge Of
the bank and pulled, tugged, splashed
and dipped her out with it.
"Your queer buggy, or whatever it
be, will have to wait there till 1 git
some Of the boys to give me a lift with
it. Can you walk" And he eyed his
charge anxiously. "'Cause if you can
I'll gallant you to Aunt Jerusha's.
"Aunt Jerusha So"
eyes. That s where he stops. It's just
next door to us and twas her that came
trottin in and told us bout you scud-
din by like all possessed and no hosses.
So I grabbed my hat and came runnin
up to see the show, but didn' t plan for
no such grand one as this How you
gettin on? Can you walk?"
II will try to" she said, stepping off
very slowly and catching at his arm for
support. "You don't mind allowing me
your arm for a little way?"
ooh, no-that is''- And he coughed
violently as he stiffiy projected his ell
bow. GIVE gallanted girls before -
They made an odd pair for the village
roau. She, a draggled, dripping tailor
gowned girl; he, cherry checked Seed
vile swain, wriggling with surplus at
tempts to be gallant and to nobly do his
duty, yet growing still more cherry
checked and wrigglesome as they came
within reach of the village windows.
"There be Aunt Jerusha's right over
there, he said. "She'l give you camp
fire or catnip or whatever it is you want
1 IL ud1 W ~ DtlCh anu Sio my Sottu.
Seems forgot it. - And dropping her
from his arm he vanished around the
barn, leaving her deserted opposite the
brass knocker on Mrs. Spearmint's side
door,
Miss Waterloo slowly crossed the by
street to the side door, and, much dazed
with the shock, pain and embarrassment
of her condition, she raised the knocker
and let it fall with tap that brought
Mrs. Spearmint to the door as if she had
been waiting for it.
"Aunt Jerusha," said Miss Waterloo,
for want of a more formal name, els
does-Mr Villas Stanfeld live here?"
'He do at present, but he's just gone
up and banged hisself into what he calls
his study
"May I see him mOment-that is,
I think you IL have to take me in. I've
had an accident. I fell through the
bridge and"-
Land er Goshen! You don't say sol
Waal, now, come right in this minnit.
I'm awful glad to see you, and so he'll
be no doubt Hurt, did you say? Poor
thing, and you're all sorter damp. I'll
lend you my wrapper while you dry off.
Mebbe I'd better git doctOr?"
eff somebody would send a telegram
for me-" said Miss Waterloo, 81
would"-
"Wait! P'r'aps Mr. Stanfield will.
He's an awful nice young man and as
harnsome as picter." And showing an
old fashioned rocker toward Miss Water
loo Mrs. Spearmint rushed up stairs to
the studio.
"Mr. Stanfeldr'
No answer.
''Be you asleep"
"No."
"Waal, there's been an accident to the
waterloo, and she's down stairs wantin
you to telegram.
The studio door flew open. Villas was
past Mrs. Spearmint and down the
stairs, three steps at time, but he did
not telegraph. He got the automobile
tilbury from the water. He sopped it up
and rubbed it down till it looked as well
as when it left the manufacturer. Then,
because Miss Waterloo's arm was SO out
of order, he got into the horseless car
riage beside her and took her to her
home. Later he took her to his home -
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