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A FADED ROSE
By Mildred Caroline Goodridge.
"What a handsome young lady!"
J turned at the .words and glanced
at a carriage passing in the street
and Iqst my peace of mind thereby.
What was I, to -view and send my
heart out to a lady of evident wealth
and,fashion I, Norman Earle, out at
elbows, out, of work and very nearly
outvof money! ,
'JStill, I could ;not refrain from
looking and realising that at last that
Miss Virden Stood Before Me.
which comes to all mankind had set
a torch aflame in my heart love.
"Who is she?" I heard one of the
two men near me ask.
"Miss Stella Virden the niece of
the big mine owner."
"And the man with her?"
"Blackleg, gambler Rodney
The man who held the reins of the
spirited steeds attached to the, light
elegant spired trap iooked.&m jErom.
the first I hated him worse than
ever as I noted his evil eye gloat over
the angelic creature at his side, who
shrank from him in fear or dislike, I
could not distinguish which.
Then I sighed as the horses grand
ly curved into the next street, for I
never expected to see the girl again.
And then a clanging bell rang out,
shouts, the clicking of iron hoofs and
a fire engine crossed the intersection,
and, alarmed by it and driven to wild
flight, the mettled horses came dash
ing into view again.
I saw in an instant what had hap
pened one line had snapped at the
bridle ring and was useless to guide"
or control in the hand of the driver.
In furious flighfthe team swept the
frail .trap across the cobble stones
like a whip lash. The mantshowed
his teeth in vicious rage for a mo
ment. Craven that he was, he leaped:
from the vehicles, leaving his charge
helpless and in peril. I saw her face
grow -white, but her compressed lips
told of infinite courage as she held to
the side of the seat and stared ahead.
"Don't try it!"
Nothing daunted me. In the nick
of time I was swaying from the car
riage pple. Once I was half down un
der the cruel grinding feet of the
horses. Then a grasp of the bit strap
of the off horse", a jerk, and with a
whinny of fierce pain h6 let down on
his speed, dragging his mate also to
Twice my head had struck the
shaft, I was dizzy, the damp of blood
where the contact had, come, but I
held to the trembling steeds. I-faint-lyJieard
a little cry of joy and thank-
fulness from the lips of the imperiled
girl huzzas from the crowd on the
Then the man Beale, who had '
played the coward, came rushing'up.
He seized the bridle from my hand.
"I am Rodney Beale," he said. "Call
at my office for a check!"
I could have struck him, but just
then I noted 'the girl in the.eseal.