The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1910-11-22

ID
HEAD.
dered her to abstain from all exertion
and excitement. was kneeling on the
floor of the saloon deftly bandagins
the wounds upon a mans head.
Admiration of her courage thrilled
in him. He remembered that his own
work was not done. A hoarse voice
was calling from behind statereom
door which was damned so that it
could not be opened. Bartlett got his
fingers into crevice and ripped the
lock out through the woodwork. The
door swung open.
The interior of that room. if it could
still be said to have an interior. was
an impossible ruin. The rear wall
was the gray sea fog, the berths had
fallen into the neither wreckage, the
floor was shattered so that it looked
like the debris of a picket fence, but
it held. And on that shivered floor,
clothed in pajamas supplemented by
pair Of trousers and one shoe, stood
Curtis Boland, president Of the r. and
r. National bank,
Bartlett extended a hand and drew
him to securer footing. Except for
few bruises and scratches he was
unhurt
"Ha, Mr.. Bartlett" said he cheerily,
$50 you're my preserver Where is
Miss Gilbert? Safe, trust"
Bartlett pointed across the saloon to
where Celia still kneit among the
wounded.
"God bless her" said Boland fer
! vently. Il know her we'll by sight
| her father and | are neighbors in
| Brooklyn-but | have never met the
young lady, so | kept aloof when |
| saw you with her in the dining room
this evening. | expected to meet you
later in Boston, of course"
The collision of the two vessels
seemed a small shock compared to his
collision with Curtis Boland. The
service he had rendered utterly debar-
red him from asking favors at the
bank.
The floor did not sink under him.
| The nights calamities were at an end.
Water tight compartments kept the
| vessel afoat. and she proceeded slow
| ly under her own steam to New Lon
don. whence the passengers proceeded
by train to Boston.
Bartlett, BoIand and Miss Gilbert
were companions on this journey, and
for large part Of a way the lady.
utterly exhausted, slept profoundly.
| And one of the men watched beside
her with something akin to father
| ly affection. the other with deeper ten
derness. He knew now why the eyes
that he had seen ten years before had
never faded from his memory.
Bartlett said the banker. 81 for
| get whether you are married.
Il am not" answered Bartlett. "a
| year from today-who knows"
| There was a long pause.
Bartlett, how are things going with
you?"
Every prospect pleases." responded
| the young man.
The banker eyed him for some min
| utes.
Perfectly convenient for you to
meet that note?''
Il can meet it." answered Bartlett.
and then he Strengthened up in his
seat. Il can do many things that
would have been hard yesterday.
have had lesson in courage. in self
forgetfulness and in the value OF life
! am worth dozen OF the Johnny
Bartletts that have been walking the
floor this last month. and one of the
proofs Of it is that I'm not afraid to
| tell you that | have been walking the
floor am not afraid of anything or
anybody"
| Another silence.
Send me over little money" said
the banker. las little as you please.
just enough to make showing. Send
me the same kind OF paper for the
| balance. Will that suit?
II should think so! But I don't
ask
"You have asked nothing said Bo-
! land. 1.-THE proposition Il mine"
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