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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 14, 1913, Image 19

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"I'll .come," she said, and ran into the
John Shaw was due to arrive at
four. He would arrive to discover
that Lily was away. Well, she did not
care, tl would be a lesson to him.
Why could he not act like Ferris, with
courtly deference, and dress like Fer
ris, whose clothes were of ultra-fashionable
cut and style? She was very
angry with John.
She might have felt differently had
she seeir the wink which Ferris sent
at his friends as he ordered the car
riage for that afternoon.
At three o'clock promptly she en
tered the carriage. The drive was
splendid. The horse could hardly be
restrained,' and the fresh breeze,
blowing into their faces, made both
hilarious. As they ascended the
mountain road Ferris leaned toward
"I'm mortally jealous of that
sweetheart of yours,"' he said. "Who
is he?"
"He's a clergyman," answered Lily.
Ferris burst into a roar of laugh
ter. "A clergyman. Ho, ho !" he roar
ed. "Then there wouldn't be any
harm in this!"
He drew her to him and kissed her.
It' was not the first time that the girl
had been kissed, even excepting John,
but there was something in the young
man's demeanor that scared her.
"Please don't," she begged, as he
showed every sign of repeating the
act "That isn't honorable."
"Why Isn't it honorable?" asked
Ferris, letting the horse gallop on
with loose reins. The summit bf the
peak had now been reached, and far
below them they could see the hotel,
perched upon a bluff overhanging the
little stition, In which a train was
standing. "John's train!" thought
"Why isn't it honorable?" demand
ed Ferris again, and suddenly caught
her la, his arms. 'A clergyman isn't
a man; he's a sort of mongrel."
Lily screamed she was really
afraid of her companion now. Ferris
had released the reins entirely, and
the horc startled by the sudden
Bound, kicked up its heels and darted t
wildly down the mountain road. On
one side of. them rose the heights,- on
the other was a deep canyon-like de-1
clivity, along the edge of which the
wheels were revolving. The depths i
seemed rushing up to meet them. Ji
the horse stumbled they would be .
precipitated downward upon the i
rocks among the gurgling rivulet ;
"Hold him!" cried the girl, and t
then, to her amazement, she saw that j
Ferris was clinging, panic-stricken,
to the side of the carriage. His face .
was white as chalk and his hands
too nerveless to grasp the reins. On
they dashed until, the horse shied -at
a rock which projected at a bend in
the road, and then
The animal was pulled back upon
its haunches. John Shaw stood In
the way. He was clinging with one
strong hand to the horse's brldje,
whije with the other he patted the
frightened creature's erick. When, at
last it stood, quivering: but motion
less, Shaw turned to Lily.
"I didn't know ft was you," he said,
and his- face was as white as Ferris'.
"If I had known I might have lost my
presence of mind. I was walking up
from the station and I heard-somebody
He lifted, her from her seat and pet
her down.' She7 lay for a moment in
his arms, half conscious, and it was
not until she felt her feet upon firm
ground that she entirely realized
what had occurred. Then her face
went red with embarrassment and
Ferris descended from -the vehicle
and came toward her, wearing a fool
ish smile.
"Th-that was a n-near scrape,
wasn't it?" he stammered..
All the starch seemed to have gone
I out ofvhim. By the side of John he
looked a pitiful, almost contemptible
"I won't detain you now," said 1

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