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"I knew you were going to achieve
Something great some time, Mr. Rus
sell," she said in her sweetest way.
"What is it you are going to honor us
with this time?"
Adrian flushed like a pleased school
boy. He fumbled in his pocket and
drew out a belt.
"It's a life saver, if you please," he
explained. "Shall I show you? Fire
in a hotel, we'll say. Man hemmed
in by the flames, in the top story. He
puts on this belt. Observe, now: I
attach this iron box with the hook at
tached. I secure the hook to a door
knob or a bureau, I drop from the
window. The steel tape inside the
box unwinds slow or fast, as I choose,
by operating this little catch. I sail
to the ground saved!"
"In a movies play, you mean!"
scoffed an unbeliever.
"No, sir, in real life. I'm going to
show you. Miss Lyndon, if you will
allow be to go up through the house
to the roof I will attempt a graceful
"But but might that not be dan
gerous?" questioned Ethel a trifle
"Not at all," insisted Adrian, giving
a grateful look to the speaker as he
thrilled at the conjecture that she was
really anxious for his welfare.
There was an old-fashioned obser
vatory on top of the building. The
crowd below curiously greeted the
excitement and novelty of watching
the venturesome Adrian, as he climb
ed out of a window and appeared at
the edge of the roof. He secured the
hook of his descending device to the
chimney rod, let himself over the edge
of the tiles, slid five feet and checked
himeslf and waved his hand airily to
It delighted and nerved him might
ily to note that Ethel was regarding
htm in a half piteous, half distracted
way. It showed her interest in him,
sisterly or humanitarian perhaps, but
sufficient to make him quite happy.
Then some cog in the fire escape ap
paratus slipped and down he went, i
"Oh, he will be killed!"
But Adrian was not harmed seri
ously. The fall was trifling, but his
head struck a trellis and for the mo
ment he was stunned. He raised up
to find Ethel bending solicitously over
"Oh, bring some water, quick!"
she cried in frantic tones and then
as Adrian got up and insisted that
he was not harmed in the least, she
blushed like a peony.
Mr. Lyndon died suddenly the next
week. He had left all his estate to
Ethel, but to the surprise of all, this
comprised only the residence. There
was no money in bank, none of the
rich jewels the old man had prated of.
Search was made, but with no results,
and Ethel finding she could not main
tain the establishment without an in
come, decided to leave the place and
make her home with a married cous
in, a Mrs. Oakes, who with her little
child came to visit her.
It was disappointing to Ethel, but
natural that many of her fair weather
friends should desert her when they
learned that she had not after all In
herited a fortune. Adrian was fond
and true. He called at the home of
mourning daily. He paid a hundred
little unobtrusive attentions to lonely,
deserted Ethel. He pretended to be
perfecting his fire escape invention,
but in truth was thinking of, his lady
love most of the time.
One afternoon, just as he entered
the garden, a vivid scream caused him
to hasten to join Ethel and Mrs.
Oakes, who were rushing distractedly
towards the loose board covering of
an old well.
"My child! My child! She went
down there!" and the lady pointed to
the yawning hole and fainted away.
In a flash Adrian had affixed the
hook of his device to the well curb
and was over its edge. Ten feet down,
startled but not even stunned, he
found the little child seated on a pile
of straw that had been thrown into
the well at some time or other.