The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1898-06-25

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ish around the corner, quickly dis
mount, lay my machine in the road and
SIT on the curbstone nursing my ankle.
II all goes well he will be the first per
son to find me. | shall explain that
have had a nasty spill and damaged
myself. He Will give me his arm ana
assist me home. Thus we shall become
acquainted.
All goes well. l pass him. turn sharp
~ around the corner, jump on, lay my
machine down, and sit on the curbstone
with a woebegone expression on my
face. A few minutes later he comes In
| sight, naturally looks after me, sees
me hors de combat, and flies TO my as
s~istanee.
You are hurt?" he says, eagerly.
! looked up in feigned agony.
ut Is my ankle" | murmur; Il think
| have sprained IT," and rub II gently.
| an glad | put on my best SILK stock
lngs and my newest shoes.
Il will fetch a cab" he goes on.
81 thlnk-I think could manage II
you gave me your arm" answer. ut
Isn't very far"
He helps me up. l manage TO limp
very prettily. though I'm afraid I'm not
so pale as | ought to be. However, |
succeed in %concealing this little def
cheney by holding my handkerchief to
my face.
Shall | eyer forget Mabel's expression
when she sees us? 1t Is all ! can do to
keep from laughing. She opens the
door for us, and | explain matters. She
thanks my rescuer with frigid polite
ness and helps me to the sofa.
THANK you very much, Mr.. - !
murmur, sweetly. as | give him my
hand.
MY name is cunningham" he
stammers. "C-Captain Cunningham"
Then he bows himself out. Captain
Cunningham. | knew he was well CON
nected. And how he pressed my hand.
As the door closes on him Mabel, who
has been In a state OF suppressed
wrath, practically explodes. | answer
that | couldn't help falling. A fib Is
necessary here. Then | ask her If she
doesn't think 1t lucky lie happened TO
be passing. She only bites her lip In
silence. smile.
My sprained ankle causes me some III
convenience. Mabel, who fuses about
a pin scratch, insists on keeping me on
the couch for a couple Of days and
anolnts the injured place with quarts
of embrocation.
fPAa. -. ...,Vl..fnI nffaa4 ~,
better In no time. With the aid of n
stick lit won't do to recover all at once)
| get out on the front, eager, expectant-
The captain has called twice to inquire
after me, and now he hastens to my
side.
We spend a very pleasant morning.
His acquaintance with the Titled class
es Is extraordinary. He Is n personal
friend of the Prince of Wales and has
stayed at Sandringham. He says he
has come to Eastsea to recuperate. lie
tells me there are times when he tires
of the constant whlrl of pleasure in
W hich he lives; times when he loves TO
steal away to some retired spot with a
sympathetic companion. Here he gives
me a look that cannot be mlsconstrued
| fancy he Is a pOetlst. | shall ask
him to write some verses in my album.
see him often now. | ask him In to
afternoon tea. He pleads an engage
ment, however. AS a matter of fact. ]
don't think he cares for Mabel. | am
not surprised. Her attitude toward
him ls-well. rude.
| wonder II | am In love with him. He
Is with me.
On the Friday evening Bob bring
papa back with him to stay TIL Mon
day. This doesn't upset me in the leas.
l can twist papa round my little finger
Nevertheless, | secretly wonder wha
he will think OF the captain.
; After dinner | take a seat In the win
dow. He walks up and down tn
parade at this hour-waltlng for mt
Papa comes to look at the sunset. IL
r is certain to see Ferdinand lFerdinan'
, Is the captains name, n of them n
least: he has nearly a DOZEN.
: Suddenly papa ~startles us all with
loud exclamation that ls-weil, not Il
for publication.
4 What Is itT' Bob says, coming fol
| ward.
Papa Is purple with rage.
(, "What.' he roars. his finger exten'
ed. "Why. there's that scoundrel Fra
II els. the walter from the club"
' We all crowd forward. | am In from
The captain Is directly opposite. ! DO
4 He lifts his gloved hand to his ha
Then an awful change m over b
4 face. He turns positively limp. al
staggers. Is he III. Or?
But papa. that Is Captain Cunnin
D. ham," ! gasp.
10 "Captain.-rH give him capital
Where's my hati'
p They rush from the room. ] sit wi
my face In my hands. 1t Is too awful
III awful. A waiter.
The other day ! heard Mabel I
II that she thought I'd gro,
more prudent since. Well. | suppC
IA | have. And no wonder! But | sh
never reveal the truth about Il
sprained enkle.-Madams.