The Wahpeton times., 1904-04-01

shugylsa IN q onos thess w,s q
deehing among - fsdlen branches,
end while . som strong hand caught
nine . threatening voice called oat u.
E1S01@, ~ own 6lessed tongue: :
"Unhan6 Ase you Williams! q IN
moot yNa through the headsr
'qn q instaak 'tas In the grasp oe
the sdaDGee, who whiried me behind
him: and becse could tear the 49,
nom my bead. tie sharp report Of q
pfstol tol6 me that he was @ eood a
bis word. When I could zee, found
them all enExxed In a fierce melee,
while my deavercr, q fair-haired young
EnSlishman, cried, frantically:
Fly, madame, to the Alte Schloes-
ny! ''
You may be sure I obeyed him In
ave minutes had reached the old cas-
tie, and was telling a party Of French
tourists, who had just arrived, Of the
combat going on.
MY mother was wild with alarm.
She had heas,l the report Of the pistol.
and marke:: ls;th terror my pale face
and disorGerea appearance. l Gained
her as we'll rs J ';,uld, saying had lost
the path; and tiicn / hurried her into
tne carriage, and we drove down to
Baden-Baden in hot haste, lest news Of
my peril might reach her ears.
THAT night 1 told my adventure ia
the councillor, and committed to his
care letter. expressing my gratitude
to my brave deliverer. when he should
make himself known.
I'VE left Baden Baden the next morn
Ing. a telegram from home requiring
OG:' immediate presence there; and SC
.sVer met again the fair-haircd Eng
lirh,n%n. But he did heroic thing
did .,e not:"
He could scarcely do less, could he?"
replies Mr. Stanley with a deep red
stain in each thin check.
Miss Cheswick marks the grudging
praise. the flushed cheek, and her face
grows stern.
That man lives in my memory" she
says, with cold distinctness, Willie her
eyes deepen and glow. "He is the one
hero whom l have met-tle one man
whom would we'd
Would you!" murmurs MFR. Stanley,
and he laughs, incredulously, while his
lips quiver. as II With scorn.
AT least says the lady, goaded into
hostility by his scant generosity, while
that mans noble courage lives in my
heart l will never love lesser hero. /
shall remain faithful to his memory
forever
Perhaps If YOU met him you would
not love him. remarks Mr.. Stanley.
"Ah! that I should: II ,.n We're the
poorest ana llai1iGst. md humblest
man on e,,:i)l, he Would still be my
hero"
"But, if you did not know he was
your ;.s.o:.'-'f lie love-! .ou nH,tly, nei-
thrr Ancwng YOU had ever met each
o..:ir .s:yiorc-"
' N', il he would only love met" signs
Miss Ci,sswick, ci;.spins her hands,
while Il iicn tirsii batllcs lier yearning
face. Il could never, nvver, mistake
him"
Then yor" heart must sometimes
have pleaded for-me." murmurs her
companion, ii strange light in his eyes.
For you! Oh. sir, why are you so
mac: Rave l not told You this story
because ! esteem you too much to al
low you"
Miss Chcswick. your hero got the
letter, but after weeks OF illness. The
pistol shot which YOU heard was not
fired by him. but by one of the robbers
at him, and it pierced his neck, placing
his life in danger for ten weeks. When
he Shouted to you to fly it was because
he felt himself falling. He was found
alone and insensihle by the tourists
whom you sent to help him. He has
never been strong or like hero since,
though l think his heart is the same.
and l fear he never will inspire love in
amy ones soul again-indeed you your
self have said So
This speech. in low, hurried SEN
tences, is over. Mr.. Stanley stops, with
tears in his eyes, and turns his face
away.
Miss Che>"icL is eying him speech
lessly. Her dark face is as white as
his own, but lie takes his trembling
hands, and presses them in hers, while
her pale lips smile.
Your letter-You will know 1t
again." breathes Mr.. Stanley, and gent
ly withdrawing his hand he takes from
his pocket melnoranium-book.: and
from it's leaves selects sheet ofdainty
writing. M-.i~h he places before her.
You see he says, wistfully, that
you did meet your imaginary hero, and
could not love him--though Lie loves
YOU madly' And he tries TO smile
ilcerfully. though there is spasm Of
.,;,in OH his too delicate face. -.
Nay" cries Miss Cheswiek, hot
lame shooting over her velvet cheeks,
If you are my hero. l love you, and
,ou.d have loved you long ago but for
ny constancv to yourself"
"O!l, my dear one. is this true?"
"Ah, yes. Mr.. Stanley. But where Is
mr game of chess? Itake your knight,
and. 10! you have won the game!"
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