The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1897-07-17

| lapel. ''I've lost over five minutes now,
!, and I'm racing and must get back to
Steepleton as fast as l cam" And once
more taking the motor she shot across the
bridge almost to the other side, when
there was waver, a crush, collapse, and
Miss Waterloo and her tilbury automobile
disappeared from the bridge.
81 swami exclaimed Sam, II swami
And, tiinging 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
a 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 ''Im killed
as it is. and it shakes sou
'The young Teller knowed, didn't hep
said Sam, disseminating his jerks upon the
carriage.
"Oh yes, | suppose So Where did he
live? Please take me to his place RICH
away. | have no other friends anywhere
about here, and my arm hurts me awfully."
And in spite Of her set lips she began to
weep.
Don't cry" said Sam sympathetically.
"Theres nuf water in this here little
stream sense the rain anyhow. Hold on
minnit and I'll fish you out as fine as
new fiddle" And, Selling a 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 git some of
the boys to give me lift with it. Can
you walk" And he eyed his charge anx-
iously. Cause if you can I'll gallant you
to Aunt Jerusha's."
AUNT Jerusha's 81"
r eyes. That's where he stops It's just
next door to us and was her that came
trottin' in and told us bout you scuddin'
: by like all possessed and no bosses. So I
l grabbed my hat and came runnin' up to
5 see the show, but didn't plan for no such
grand one as this How you gettin' on?
, Can you Walk"
81 will try to- she said, stepping off
very slowly and catching at his arm for
4 support. 'You don't mind allowing me
t your arm for little way?"
| 'Oh no-that isl and he coughed
violently and stitlly projected his elbow.
i've gallanted girls before
$ They made an odd par for the village
. road. She, draggled, dripping tailor
gowned girl; he, cherry checked Seedvlle
swain, wriggling with surplu, attempts to
S be gallant and to nobly do his duty, yet
e growing still more cherry checked and
e wIigglesome as they came within reach Of
| the village windows
e "There be Aunt ,Jerusha's right over
$ there, " he said. 'She'l! give you campfire
= or catnip or whatever it is you want I'll
half to 90 hack and git my coat Seems |
forso it." And dropping her from his
: arm he vanished around the barn, leaving
7 her deserted opposite the brass knocker on
? Mrs Sroarmint's side door.
Miss Waterloo slowly crossed the by
street to the side door, and, much duzed
5 with the shock. pain and embarrassment of
, her condition, she raised the knucker and
let it fall with a tap that brought Mrs.
Spearmnt to the door as if she had been
waiting for it.
Aunt Jerusha" said Miss Waterloo,
2 for want of more formal name, ''is-does
: -Mr. Villas Stansfeld live here?"
''lIe do at present, hut he's just gone up
banged hsself into what he calls study"
2 "May l see him moment--that is |
think you'll have to take me in. I've had
. and"--
'Land er Goshen! You don't say 50.
WAL, now, come right in this minnit.
I'm awful glad too see you, and so he'll be
no doubt. Hurt, did you say? Poor thing,
e and you're all sorter damp. I'll lend you
my wrapper while you dry off. Mebbe I'd
, better git doctol?'
eff somebody would send telegram for
me, " said Miss Waterloo, 81 would"-
l "Wait! p'raps Mr.. stansfield will He's
t an awful nice young man and as harnsome
as picter." And showing an old-fash-
t Toned rocker toward Miss Waterloo, Mrs.
. Spearmint rushed upstairs to the studio.
t "Mr. Stanheldp'
No answer.
? BE you asleep"
E "No."
e "Waal there's been an accident to the