The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1905-08-23

U9u l.IllI perllOuS drive, ana yet one
which am sure any of you
boys and girls would envy her One
night, after she had prepared her les
sons for the next girl and had little
thought OF any adventure II might hold
In store for her. her father asked,
"Well, little woman, how would you
like to drive with me tomorrow TO
LouisvillcW
Now, Louisville was thirty miles
from the little Kentucky town in which
they lived, ana there was at that time
no railroad between the two places.
The drive was one full of danger.
Sarah knew, for the gucrilns, des-
perate band Of plunderers and high
wnymen, who did so much harm during
the war, were constantly waylaying
travellers, robbng banks and raldlng
the little towns. SO when her father
proposed the drive her feelings were
n mixture of surprise, doubt and de-
light Our little heroine was always
ready for adventure; and having the
greatest confidence in her fathers abll-
ity to defend her, If necessary, she
seized the chance TO 90 to the city with
him. She cared not to know his .er-
rand. but felt instinctively that II was
an important one, for he was n busy
lawyer, Judge and president of the
bank of their town.
SO, unqucstl0nably, Sarah prepared
That pi,Ii In OF "a pl n,I,
ing. She noticed her mother was unus-
ually busy sewing on the dress she was
to wear, although she knew Of no
stitches necessary to be made on II.
Yet she did not wonder, but with child
ish confidence of the coming days
pleasure. You children who travel so
frequently these days, in which trains
run everywhere at all times, cannot
appreciate the keen delight of u boy
or girl forty years ago, whose trips
from home were rcd-letter days.
The next morning found Sarah mp
for an early start. II was late spring
and the day glorious one. The drive
lay over the state Pike" and led past
grassy fields and woods full of great
beech and oak trees, whose tender
green leaves were pcepng forth The
country Is so cXquisitcly roaming that
often ut the top Of q gently sloping but
high hill Il great panorama OF beauty
lay before them. Along the roadside
ran gray stone fences, and now ana
then an only chipmunk would bob up
from crcvicc between the stones and,
scurrylng along. disappear as If by
magic. The noisy blucjays were dis
cordantly crying in the trees, and the
busy woOdpcCkcrs industriOusly ham
mcring. while from time to time gor-
gcous rcdbird would fly by, and all
the birds seemed inspired by the splcn-
dor of the morning TO sing their sweet
est.
Watching eagerly all this. and un-
needing any danger that might lie in
their way, our travellers reached Bos-
ton Tavern, midway between their
town and Louisville. 1t still stands at
the foot of Boston Hill, and Is long,
low, rambling structure, closely rc.
sembllng the inns of old England.
There excitement reigned. The stage
coach stood at the door, ana its pas
sengers were telling of an attack made
on them few miles back by band of
guerllas who had stolen their money,
watches and the mail carried by the
coach. Here Sarah's courage wavered.
for she had heard so much OF these
terrible men. But on her fther's reas-
surlng her that they would be too busy
escaping after this robbery to molpst
them, she was eager to start again.
He must have felt great uneasincss,
but his dughter felt that her father
was all bravery and that nothing could
harm her under his care.
And nothing did harm them. although
along the path through big woods lay
mail strewn by the escaping gueri!.as.
They reached Louisville in safety. In
spite of the fact that they were to be
there but for the day, Sarah's father
took her to hotel. On reaching their
room. he gravely told her to take Off
her dress; and not being accustomed
to questioning him, she wonderingly
obeyed. Reaching out his hand for the
dress and opening his knife, he began
to rip the skirt from its lining: and to
our little lady's astonished eyes an
peared bank note after bank note.
amounting to thousands of dollars. Her
mother had carefully sewed them in
her skirt the night before. that the
money which her father had TO take
from his bank for deposit in the city
might be carried in safety from the
guerillas.
This was the end of an adventure.
but the very beginning of a romance
for that day Sarah met the young man
whom in after years she married: and
the long drive, which might very easily
have proved so disastrous to her. was
In the end worth a good husband and
many years of appiness.-From Mary
Caldwell Laurens' "a Strange Pocket
book" in st. Nicholas.
KILL WHALES WITH LANCES.
The tug Wyadda has arrived at Neal
| Bay with whale captured yesterday
ten miles off Flattery by six canoeloads
of Neah Bay Indians. When the wy