Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-12-13


uppermost door of the overturned
carriage wrenched open and felt
| mans strong arm round her.
The next ploment she was in the
road, the arms still encircling her.
and, looking up. she met Cyril Burne's
eyes looking into hers with alarm and
anxiety-aud something else that
even in that momcnt brought the
blood mantling to her cheek.
"Are-are you hurt?"
| MONO, l think not.'
Are you sure? All, you can't teili'
he exclaimed.
| I'm not hurt, I'm sure"
Don't novel" he implored her
please, please don't novel" And
his strong arm wound round her, and
seemed unconsciously to lift her oft
her feet, so completely did it sup
| port her.
Il don't think have broken any
thing" she said, her color coming
and going. NO, I am sure | have
mott Oh, please, don't mind me; the
poor horses!"
Never mind the horses!" he said,
almost CURLY Hold on to my arm
and walk just three steps; no more,
mind!'
81 haven't even broken my Leg
she said, forcing laugh. "And I
don't see how I could have donel l
am not in the least hurt-and do
| please, not to think of mel The
| HORSES
He paid not the slightest regard I'M
til he had assured himself that she
could walk without pain, then she
heard him draw breath and muir
muir, Thank God!" with fervent So
lemnity
"sit down and rest; quite stin,
please!" he said.
yes obediently.
She looked up for a second and met
his eyes, still full of the deepest anx-
iety, then lowered hers suddenly, and
watched him under her long lashes as
he hurried to the side of the coach
man.
One horse was standing quivering
in every limb, but the other was still
lying in the road, apparently inextri-
cably jumbled up with the harness.
She noticed that he seemed to take
in all the details of the situation with
instant prcmr;itude, and she watched
him, still under half-lowered lids, as
he took out claspknife and cut the
trace, and gently, but firmly, got the
struggling, painting horse on to his
feet.
The coachman and footman stood
for second cycling the wreck and
wiping their perspiring foreheads;
the footman's hat was gone and his
coat torn.
"Are you hurt in any way?' de-
manded Cyril Burne.
mo, sir; thank you But her lady
ship?'
Il think-I nope-she is all right
replied Cyril.
Thank God for that sir!''
"Amen!" responded Cyril, almost
inaudibly.
1T is not very far to the Court. |
will see Lady Norah safely home"
Thank you, sir"
well, them" said Cyril, for the two
men still seemed shaken and con-
fused, eff you are sure you and the
footn'an are uninjured, you had better
lead the horses to the village and
leave him here by the carriage until
you can help to get it all away"
yes, sir" he said; "but I'd better
take the horses back to Ferndale as
soon as possible. My mistress will
be terrible anxious if we're late. and
fancy an accident has happened
which it has"
Cyril nodded, and taking an enve,-
cpe from his pocket, wrote on the
blank side in rather shaky characters.
for there was funny feeling in his
arm:
Lady Norah is quite safe and I'M
hurt, and will have reached the Court
before you get this The coachn an
was not in any way in fault.
Cyril Burne."
He read this to the men. and they
touched their hats gratefully.
Thank you, sir" said the coacn-
man. IT'S very good of YOU to
speak up for US, but you haven't said
that YOU risked your own life stop
ping"
Never mind that" said Cyril
There is no need to mention that;
I'm all right. Here, let us drag
some of the wreck further out of
the road" and he went to help them.
but he topped suddenly, and mis-
face grew momentarily pale.
Never mind" he said: "the foot
man will see that no one runs into it,
He took the one carriage lamp that
was still burning and examined the
horses with practised eye.
Not much damage done. wonder.
full to say he said, cheerfuIly, "but
the sooner you and they are home.
the better. Goodnight"