The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-10-21
Just in Tine.

passion that Helen Brown left the city
and its vanities for her Aunt Julia's farm
mouse. She had fallen in love with man
VINO ignored her vtry existence, although
she was beautiful and an heiress.
The quiet life on the farm gave her
too much time TO think, so when she
heard that the position OF under-teacher
was vacant in the country school she ap-
piled for the place and won IT.
She expected TO find her master lub-
berly rustic, who wrote poetry for the
town paper, and was rather surprised
when he turned out TO be young man
Of intellect, with a refined face.
How he dressed she was never quite
sure, for when she was in his company
she never thought OF it, and when she
tried 10 think about it afterwards she
could not remember.
If Il was homespun, then homespun
must be a particularly becoming style
of cloth for a gentleman, and no man
was ever more suitably dressed than
Arthur Church.
"And he is superior to any one have
ever met-superior to them air. she de-
clared aloud, in the SO AHde of her walk
homeward. ''Once, at least, l will say
not love him, can at least appreciate
his worth. Love him? All, If 1 only
dared. 1 could! I could! o, what am
I saying? In love with two men in the
course Of six months. Impossible. 1t
would be too contemplate"
And now, as the pink flush upon her
cheek grew scarlet, and despite the fac'
that she dressed herself for it, strange
and delightful joy thrilled Miss Brown at
the remembrance of certain glances she
had received from the eyes Of her fellow
teacher and though her own GOODNESS had
frozen those looks, though her naughty
composure had rebuked the words that
almost trembIed on his lips and died I'M
spoken, Helen knew that Arthur Church
loved her, and would some time say so,
despite her GOODNESS.
Slower and slower her steps had grown.
into a reverie, the pleasure of which mad
made everything else forgotten All I'M
needed the warning bell changing afar in
the clear air, and onward, nearer and
nearer, came the putting monster, scatter
ing smoke and CRIME, and fiery sparks
in its wake.
AS in a dream Helen heard her name
called; a choking, maddening cry was in
her ears; as she looked up the great fiery
eve Of the down express seemed blazing
in her face. Two strong arms encircled
and dragged her back; an agoniZed voice
whispered:
''Nellie! Nellie! my own-ny darling!
Thank God, not too late" And then
everything was darkness and silence.
When Miss Brown returned to conscious
ness the train was far out of sight, her
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arm. while his right hung limp beside him
and his face. pale as the snowbank they
leaned against, was bending anxiousiy
over her.
"You are hurt! o, Arthur" And then
tears and bushes swept away all Miss
Browns haughtiness and cool composure.
you have risked your life for mel How
could you do 1t o, Arthur! dear Arthur!
why did you do it?''
my darling, it sonly broken arm,
and to hear you say dear Arthur In
that tone and with that look I would
have been broken all to pieces My dar-
lingl My Nelle!"
And now the teacher, as Aunt Julia
said, had to give up too, and it really
seemed as If fate was against the dis
trict school that first winter. But Miss
Brown said mo-" and since the season
was so nearly over anyway, the school
should not be closed, for she would teach
both boys and girls till Mr.. Church's arm
was better and he could come back and
esume his place. which he did soon, with
his arm in a sling and looking pale, and
on meeting Miss Brown he seemed to
grow even paler and unacountably shy.
But Helen laughed merrily and whis-
pered at the first opportunity.
'sYou are not angry with me, Arthur!
And it was too mean for Aunt Julia to
tell anyway"
at is a penal offense getting goods un-
DER false pretenses,' said Arthur, land
people will say l have sold my heart,
Nellie"
''They cannot say you have sold 1t
cheap, anyway, for am awfully rich,"
was the gay answer. "But, indeed. dear,
I can't help being an heiress, and you
must forgive me-
Gould not your father leave the money
to some one else?'
HE might endow a home for wornout
teachers, 1 suppose, and even then we
would finally get the benefit of it. But,
after all, dearest, what matter who has
the money? Am I not worth loving for
myself alone?"
THAT you are. my darling Despite all
the money in the world, and for your
self alone, take you. Boston Post.