The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-16

their antics.
The boy and the girl found them
selves standing on the sidewalk, closed
to the ruined vehicle
You have saved my life." said the
girl. sweetly. and without any trace
OF the nervousness which might natur-
ally be expected after such a narrow
escape from serious accident.
The boy noted that her ewes were
large and blue, that she wore a great
SHINING ornament in her hair, and that
she appeared to be dressed in some
what fancfful manner, though the big
cloak she wore concealed the details
The door of the mansion opened. and
| servants came running out.
Suddenly the boy received a violent
blow on the side of the head.
'Confound youl" shouted the man
who had fallen on the pavement. why
didn't you get out of the way when |
told you?''
The boy, astounded by such recogni-
ton of his timely help, made no reply,
but the girl protested vehemently.
"Oh, uncle" she cried, why did you
strike him? He got me out of the car
riage just before il turned over. He
did, indeed"
Another vivid flash of lightning
illumined the scene. 1t lit up the group
with startling brilliancy. The boy,
still somewhat shaken by the vicious
blow, was nevertheless able to see
clearly the pale, handsome, but dis
sipated features of his enraged assail-
ant. whose evening dress and immacu-
late linen We're soiled by the black mud
of the pavement. The girl. dainty and
fairy-like, a little maid Of aristocratic
type, and of a beauty that promised
much in later years, was distressed
now and almost fearful
Through the crowd of frightened
servants. augmented by few daring
pedestrians, a buTly policeman, gigan-
tic in waterproof Overalls. was an
vancing with official buster.
What has happened?" he demand
ed. rs anybody hurt?"
The man answered:
My horses were startled by the
storm. 7 jumped out and was en-
deavoring TO extricate my niece when
this wretched boy got in the way"
"Unclei" protested the girl, you
closed the door on me. and the boy"
Shut up" he growled. CURLY. Go
inside the house,,
But the niece shared with him at
least one characteristic. She possessed
the family temper.
Il will not go away and let you say
things which are untrue. Listen to me.
close the door because he thought the
carriage would turn over on top Of
him For some reason the accident dig
not happen Immediately. and the boy
ran round to the other side and helped
me out just in time
"Confound the brat. / think he was
the real cause of the whole affair. VIII.
was he hiding in my doorway"
Lord Vanstone was more ezra ged
than ever by the girls obstinate de-
Tense of her rescuer and her insistence
on his own seeming cowardice.
Il was not hiding. ] only took shell
ter from the storm. I tried to help you
because the footman was struggling
with the horses. l do not claim any
credit for simply opening door an.
helping the young lady to alight, but l
lost both my dinner and my papers in
doing So"
Everyone experienced shock of sur
prise al hearing the boys elegant die
ton. The policeman was puzzled He
instantly understood the facts. but
dared not browbeat an earl.
You do not bring any charge
against him. my lord?' he said.
But his lordship deigned no reply.
He told the coachman to arrange fc~'
the removal of the carriage. graspec
his niece by the arm and led her, still
protesting, into the mousse
The policeman saw the bundle of pa
pers scattered over the roadway, AM.
near them, the partly-eaten bun. Aftee
a wrench at his garments he produced
a penny
Here" he said TO the boy. Buy
another bun and be off. It's a
good job for you the young lady spoke
up. the way she did,
she merely told the truth. That
man was a liar"
Refusing the proffered penny, the boy
turned on his heel. The policeman
looked after him.
That's a queer kid" he thought.
Talked like regular young gent
wonder why he is selling papers Poor
lad. He lost a bob's worth at least
and small thanks he got for it,
Passing out of the square by the first
eastward street. Philip Arson, with his
head erect and hands clinched in his
pockets, strobe onward at a rapid pace.
The lightning was less frequent now.
and the thunder was dying away in
sullen rumblings. He was wet and hum
CRY. Yet. although he had three half
pence, the remaining balance of the
only sales effected that evening, he
passed many shops where he could have
bought food.
In WHERE lle CtSSdllOn
the storm created d rush of traffic, he
was nearly run over. by reason of his
own carelessness. and received q slash
from a whip, accompanied by a loud
oath from an angry cabman. He shiv-
cred, but never even looked around.
Crossing Trafalgar Square, he plunged
through the vortex of vehicles with
out troubling to avoid them in the
slightest degree. Once the hot breath
of a pair of van horses touched his
cheek while a speeches. driver pulled
them back onto their launches. Again,
the off wheel of an omnibus actually
grazed his heel as he sped behind the
statue of Charles l.
At last he reached the comparative
seclusion of the Embankment, and
stood tor a moment to gave fixedly at
the swirling, glinting river.
Not there" he murmured aloud. Il
must be nearer to mother-dear old
mother, She is there, waiting for me. "
He trudged steadily away, through
Queen Victoria street, Cornhill, Lead
enhall street. and so on to Johnson S
News, in the Mile End road. Pausing
at a marine store dealers shop, kept
by an army pensioner. an Irishman.
with whom he had a slight acquaint-
ance, he entered. An elderly man was
laboriously reading a paper of the pre-