Newspaper Page Text
headed direct for the helpless being
directly in Its course.
The turn of a second might have
seen the little one crushed to a shape
less mass, for the chauffeur of the
auto had not time to check the ma
chine. It was not three feet distant
when on a slide, rather than a run,
Arthur Perry reached the child.
There was just one thing to do, and
he accomplished it. With a ro"gh,
heavy push that caused the little one
to cry out with fright and pain, he
drove the imperiled infant almost to
the opposite curb and then a shriek
from the pavement, a sickening blow
and the intrepid rescuer knew no
It was perhaps two hours ! later
when Lillian Trevor reappeared at
the scene of the accident. She had
turned from the show window in time
to see the stricken man seized quick
ly by the chauffeur of the auto, lifted
into it and flashed away before any
one could interfere. Then there was
the haste and excitement of getting
the' rescued child and her hysterical
sister home. And now of her own
volition, her mind full of that white,
silent fact, she had glimpsed for a
passing moment, Lillian was urged
on to find this noble rescuer of her
little niece and thank him. '
She spoke to the policeman at the
corner, to proprietors of several
street stands, but it was only when
she addressed an old cabman that she
gleaned the information she desired.
"Yes, ma'am," said this individual,
"I saw the accident. It was a flash, a
pick-up and away they went. Kid
"Why, what do you mean?" falter
ed the inexperienced Lillian.
"It was a rich man's machine that
hit the brave young fellow, for I saw
its number. You see, there's so much
of this knocking down and hurting
;:eople nowadays that there's a regu
lar system of spiriting the Injured
person away, mending him up and
giving him a little money so as to
get out of a big damage suit See?"
Lillian did see, and her tender heart
beat more pitifully than ever for theT
handsome young fellow made prac
tically a prisoner, shut away fromf
loving friends. Then her eyes bright-(
ened and a brave resolution came in
to her fair face as she learned fronr
the cabman the name of the owner
of the automobile that had so nearly -killed
her little niece.
It was about tea o'clock the follow
ing morning when Lillian rang the
door bell of the palatial home of Rob
ert Barr, a retired city merchant. He
looked puzzled as she was shown into
"Mr. Barr," she said plainly, as he
courteously asked the object of her
call, "I have come concerning a
young man whom your automobile
ran down and spirited away yester
day afternoon." '
The man of wealth flushed con
sciously.. He seemed embarrassed,
partly frightened, Lillian fancied.
"I I hope," he finally spoke in a
guarded Way,.' "that you have not
come to make any trguble. I will be
frank with you. I am having the in
jured young man given the very best
of care In my own home, to avoid
publicity ancju some preposterous
damage suit, lor my doctor says that
he is not seriously injured.""
"I am so glad to hear that," said
Lillian, with a great breath of relief.
"I imagine you "must be the young
lady he was constantly referring to
in his first delirium," Insinuated Mr.
Barr. "The great burden of his
thoughts seemed to be a beautiful
miss with a little child."
"It it could not have been my
self," demurred Lillian, but she flush
ed faintly. "May I call each day,
nurse him if I may, at least bring him
flowers, fruit, books, so he may know
grateful friends are thinking of him?
Oh, sir, he risked his life' to save our
dear little one!"
"You must be some mystic fairy,
Miss Trevor," said Mr. Barr a few
days later to his now welcome caller.
"How is that?" inquired Lillian.