The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1908-08-19


and then fled wildly back into the
mine.
Come" said David, taking her hand
and drawing long breath of relief.
She clung close to him as they went
into the darkness. Their progress was
toilsome, for David had to feel his
way step by step and shield his com
panlon.
1t seemed that hours of this madden
ing cropping went by, and yet David
was exultant, for. though panic feai
logged the footsteps of the girl, he was
able to keep 1t at bay by his touch an
voice.
She cried Gut when point of light
showed far ahead of them. A moment
later voice with rich Welsh accent
exclaimed: Here comes that bludy
runaway mule outen the old pocket
And i'm domned IL here be'ant lady
comm, too-and Davie Forbes, as I'm
Twin sinner"
The miner listened to David's story
of the cave In and then conducted then
to the shaft, muttering softly, well
I'm aomnedV'
When they stood ON firm earth In the
welcome sunlight David again asserted
his newly discovered mastery. you're
too tired to walk back to town. Its
miles from here and rough walking
I'll get horse and buggy somewhere
around here and take you up TO ouI
place. Then after you have supper
and rest I'll drive you to town. My
mother will be glad to have you come. u
Oh, David Forbes,
And they thought you knew nothing
Of women
The stranger assented with meek
ness as unusual In her as imperious-
ness was IN David.
Never before had David been sc
anxious that his fine house and well
kept farm should make good impress.
sion Mrs Forbes received the girl
with eager hospitality. When she
heard OF the accident her sympathy
was boundless. The visitor recovered
her spirits quickly. She told them
that her name was Marion Hills
and that she was visiting an aunt
III town She assured Mrs. Forbes
that David WAS positively the brayest
man IN the world. Mrs. Forbes
looked ut her son In helpless Wonder
ment While waiting for supper
Marion demanded that David show
her about the farm.
1--WE always longed to visit u farm, y
obn Suid with tnufuo1 cutiQfpat tnr
they strolled through meadows and
orchards
"Shall / send one of the men to tel
your people where you urci" Ddvi,
| asked when she remarked that II wa,
growing late.
no" she said. mo one cares yer,
| much where | am | have no ON
am great nuisance, though an
| only with her for my two weeks va
cation each year"
"There Is some one who cares yer.
much where you are" said Dhvi,
boldly Marion FASTENED to admir-,
the beautiful view from the orcharc
slope. but he was not to he diverte,
and soon possessed himself of hel
commonplace little story of struggi,
aud hard work.
You are not going back ut all. sale
David hotly. Its dreadful that /
girl should work like that and have II,
one to take care of her. Two weeks II
enough counting. | believe girls usu
ally think they need lots of time. by
I'll make you trust me-"
Mrs. Forbes was calling them from
the kitchen door. Marion ran ahead
her cheeks scarlet and her eyes stai
bright.
But of course when they were drlv
ing to town through that sweet sum
mer night she had to tell him tremu
lousy how grateful she was to hin
for saving her life. And he made thu
answer expected of all heroes who dc
high deeds for their ladyloves.