The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-02-25
A HERO OF ROMANCE


lovely reflection in the cracked mir.
ror Of his room up under the farm
house caves, even he could but &C
knowledge>that he was indeed as Aunt
Sarah said, GAS homely as hedge
fence" There was no gainsaying the
fact, and as poor lothian turned from
the sight of his large features, and red
hair, he sighed. He was used to being
plain, but since encountering the
hooking black eyes of Matte Buxton,
life had taken on somber tint never
known before. Her laughing scorn was
no coy, maidenly coquetry. He realized
that
He would do something rash; he
felt just like it. He would go to Bos-
ton! This wild scheme he put into ex-
ecution, and soon the little New Eng
land village of his birth knew him no
more.
Once really arrived at the metropo-
lis things began to happen. On reach
ing the city by boat, the harbor scenes
SO interested him that he walked
about the wharves for a time, forget
ting everything save the fact that he
was seeing the world. AS he stood
watching a steamer about to sail for
o southern port, taxi drew near, and
two men alighted. The younger man
was white and thin as if from recent
Illness.
AS they stepped from the cab a meg
senger boy met them. "Mr. West
Over?" he inquired. -.
The elder man nodded, whereupon
letter was handed to him.. He tore it
open and scanned its contents.
Here's a pretty go!" he exclaimed.
"Simonds has met with an accident.
and can't go with YOU"
Cant go?" echoed the other. "Well.
I'll go without him, then
Il don't like you to 60 alone, Ralph.
you're not strong enough"
Nonsense protested the young
| man. 'Tm all right
lothian drew nearer. "Was you
was you lookin' for somebody to sort
o look out for this young feller?" he
inquired. -...- ..
Westover senior turned searching
glance upon the young stranger. Are
you going on this steamer" he asked
then.
I-Tm thinkin' of it,
Five minutes later an agreement had
been completed. lothian was to &C
company Ralph Westover in his search
for health.
On the day following their arrival in
the strange southern city, the two men
were out seeing the town. Suddenly
they became aware of a commotion
and then they saw pair of horses at
tached to carriage tearing madly to-
ward them. Women screamed. Alone
In the carriage was a young girl, grasp
ing with all her might the seat and
side of the vehicle. lothian looked,
and before his companion guessed his
intention, he had bounded into the
street, and with an agile spring
grasped the bride of the near horse.
1t was at the risk Of life and limb, or
so it appeared to Westover.
On the following morning a boy
came to the hotel inquiring for MAS
tab Hubba'd.''
Westover had told his companions
name to some of the spectators of the
rescue of the previous day. The boy
brought note from Miss Carter beg
ging him to call that she might thank
him in person.
lothian groaned. "You CO." he en-
treated; tell her you're the man. She
didn't see who twas, faint likely"
mot much" laughed MISSIONER, you
don't catch me strutting around in
borrowed heroism."
compromise was at length ar
ranged, and Westover agreed to ac-
company and stand by his friend dur
ing the dreadful ordeal
Miss Carriers home was a fine, old
southern mansion, and the drawing
room, into which the two young men
were shown, seemed the acme of lux
ury to at least one of them. A mo-
ment later Dorothy Carter appeared,
not unattractive girl, wearing a white
gown.
"Two?" she questioned doubtfully. /
(Which one am 1 to thank?"
Westover pushed the blushing 10Th
am forward and that young man man.
aged to take her proffered hand with !
the words, I'm lothian Hubbard, but !
you needn't thank me. That's all !.
right
S1ndeed, but I shall. Bring the !
lights" continued the girl, turning to !
a maid. II want to see clearly my
brave and handsome rescuer.''
lothian gasped. "Oh,' he STAN
mered, don't think that. I amt ham
som. II expect I'm bout as home
ly as they make EN-
Then we'll speak of your bravery"
the girl returned. That is not to be
denied"
Miss Carter was deeply interested in
hearing about life in the north, and it
took a second, even a third call for
lothian to tell all she wished to hear.
It seemed, indeed, that Jothams