[Sidenote: Two Pistol-shots]
"Two livid tongues of flame darted from beside me--two quick reports of pistol-shots rang on the night air, then all was still. I felt the horses quiver, for the motion was communicated to me by the reins I held in my hands, but they were admirably trained animals, and did not move to the right or the left, only the younger one, a bay filly, snorted loudly. Louis sat silent and motionless, his revolver still pointing at the highwayman.
"I scarcely breathed, but in all my life I never thought with such lightning rapidity. My whole household over here was distinct before me, with my husband and the children, and what they would do on getting the cablegram saying "waylaid and murdered."
"I thought of a myriad things. I remember, amongst others, that it worried me to think that an over-charge of five shillings from Perkins for fowl, which my husband had just written to ask about, would now be paid because I could never explain that the pair of chickens had been returned. All this time--only a moment or two, you know--I was expecting instant death, while Louis and the horses remained motionless.
"The smoke from the revolver slowly cleared away; a bat, startled by the noise, flapped against my face, and we saw the highwayman seated on his horse, standing immovable where he was, his right arm stretching out towards us with the same deadly aim.
""If that man is mortal, he should have dropped," said Louis softly.
"Both bullets struck him."
"We waited a moment longer. The figure remained as before.
""I must reconnoitre," said Louis; "I don"t understand his tactics."
And, to my dismay, he prepared to get out of the wagon.
""Are you going away?" I asked breathlessly.
""Yes; sit still--the horses won"t stir. I"m going to open fire at close quarters."
"I thought Louis"s attempt at jocularity most ill-timed, but I said nothing. It seemed to me an immense time that he was gone, but he declares that it was not more than a minute and a quarter. Then I heard him laugh quietly to himself.
""All right, come on," he said to me. "Gee, whoa, haw, get up, girlies,"
he said to the horses, and those sagacious beasts immediately walked straight towards the spot whence his voice came, without paying the least attention to me, who was holding the reins so tight, as I thought.
""Well, Milly, I suppose you"ll never stop laughing," was the first thing he said to me when the horses came to a standstill, with their noses almost in his beard.
""I never felt less like laughing," I replied, hardly daring to believe that the peril was past and that I was still alive.
""Our highwayman is an old stump, don"t you see?" exclaimed Louis. I looked again and saw that what he said was true; a gnarled tree stump, some twisted branches, a deceiving white vapour, and perhaps, too, our own vivid imaginations, these were the elements which had given birth to our highwayman.
""I never was more taken in," said Louis, as he resumed his seat beside me. "It was the dead image of a man on horseback holding out a pistol.
I"ll come down here to-morrow and examine the place, to find out how I could have been so silly, but in the daylight, of course, it will look quite different. I shan"t ever dare to tell the story, however, for they"ll laugh at me from the Red River to the Mississippi, and say I"m getting to be an old fool, and ought to have somebody to look after me!"
"I saw that Louis was ashamed of the mistake he had made, but I was so thankful to be safe that I paid little heed to what he said. The next day he rode down to the Big Sugar Creek, sure enough, to identify the slain, as he said. When he came back, a couple of hours later, he was in high good-humour.
""I shall not be afraid to tell the story against myself now," he said.
"What do you think I found in the stump?"
""What did you find?" asked I, full of interest in this, the only highwayman I ever met.
[Sidenote: The Last Laugh]
""_Sixteen bullet-holes!_ You see, there have been other fools as great as myself, but they were ashamed of their folly and kept it dark. I shall tell mine abroad and have the last laugh at all events.""
[Sidenote: Dorothy played a highly important part at a critical period in the life of her father. She begins in disgrace and ends in triumph.]
Dorothy"s Day
BY
M. E. LONGMORE
"My costume!" said Dorothy Graham, jumping up from the breakfast-table.
"You need not smash _all_ the china!" observed d.i.c.k.
"The parcels post never comes so early," murmured Dorothy"s mother. "How impulsive that child is!"
In a few minutes Dorothy came back with a crestfallen air and laid a brown, uninteresting-looking envelope by her mother"s plate.
"I might have known he never comes so early, except with letters," she remarked, sitting down again.
"Of course you might," said d.i.c.k, clearing the bacon dish, "but you never know anything worth knowing."
"Don"t tease her," said Mrs. Graham kindly; "it is not often she gets a new frock."
"A _costume_," corrected d.i.c.k, imitating Dorothy"s voice. "A _real_ tailor one--made in Bond Street!"
Mr. Graham rustled his newspaper, and d.i.c.k succ.u.mbed.
"Why, Dorothy!" Mrs. Graham was looking at her letter. "Dear me!" She ran her eyes quickly through its contents. "I"m afraid that costume won"t come to-day. They"ve had a fire."
[Sidenote: A Fire in Bond Street]
""Prescott"s, Bond Street,"" said Mr. Graham, reading from a paragraph in the morning paper. "Here it is: "A fire occurred yesterday afternoon in the ladies" tailoring department. The stock-room was gutted, but fortunately the a.s.sistants escaped without injury.""
Dorothy, with a very long face, was reading over her mother"s shoulder:
"In consequence of a fire in the tailoring department Messrs. Prescott beg to inform their customers that some delay will be caused in getting out this week"s orders. Business will, however, be continued as usual, and it will greatly facilitate matters if ladies having costumes now in hand will repeat the order by wire or telephone to avoid mistakes."
"It"s very smart of them to have got that notice here so soon," said Mr.
Graham.
"Mother," said Dorothy, swallowing very hard, "do you think it is burnt?
After being fitted and all!"
"It is a disappointment," said her mother kindly, "but they"ll make you another."
"It"s a _shame_!" burst out Dorothy, with very hot cheeks. "These sort of things always happen to _me_! Can"t we go to Chelmsford and get one ready-made?"
"That"s a girl all over!" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "Now the man"s down, let"s kick him!"