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To-day's Short Story STRANGE ADVEffTURE At twelve o'clock a-t night a. girl hurried down the steps of a miserable dwelling in a. slum district of a large town. Evidently a. lady, and aJso not a poor one, for the well- made costume, the gloves, the bootsr-alI that she wore—were ooet.ly. In the shadows of the night., of course, this was not evident to anyone who r:;aw her. She was merely a dark feminine figure with a light step. It was a strange place for a young1 woman of refinement, and a strange hoar ior a girl like ta-at to be abroad alone, but the cause I was very simple. A society had been formed in the church to which she belonged for the purpose of offering aid to women who needed it, and the members were earnest workers. A young mother had been taken very ill, a.nd had sent to the society for aid. Alina varien had been the member detailed to attend to the call. She had expected to be at home by dark, but the nurse who was to I take her place at the woman's bedside had not arrived; four Ittle children were to be put to bed, the invalid had grown, delirious, and the new baby was in a condition which Miss Varien supposed to be convulsive, though the professional nurse declared it to be "only its little temper." The street was dark, md Alina left that it was a little ad-venturous to be in such a place at night, but she hurried on, meeting no one until she reached the spot opposite an old church, when a man suddenly passed her. He was well-dressed, wore the aspect fo a traveller, and carried in h5 iiand a. port- manteau. He took no notice of her. With her back against the stone she stood trembding, and in a moment more heard steaithy footsteps pass her. Two men in short jackets, wearing soft shoes of some sort, lingered a litt'le as they passed the porch. Out with your weapon, Bill," whispered one. "Kill him; shooting1 makes too much noise. Mind, that's a fortune he's got there; 'taint no handful-it's worth a risk." All right," said the other. "Great heaven They are going to kill that man," gasped Alina. "What can I do? Is there any way to save him? If I scream they will turn on me." The instinct of self-preservation prompted her to turn back a.nd seek safety in the wretched place she had just left, but humanity was strong within her. A plan occurred to her; she would try its effect. The spirit that her made her father a brave soldier, leader of many a fOTn hope, was strong with Alina. She had nothing of the coward in her nature, if she was a voman. "I will try it," she whispered to herself. Perhaps Heaven will help me." And she hurried on. The three figures-first that of the man who carried the portmanteau, then those of the two thieves—had turned the corner. Alina harried after them. She was in time to see the men come up with their victim, and to witness a struggle. Just as she reached the spot the victim fell. Finish him," she heard hissed into the Still night. He holds the bag like death. Then she etop-ed and whispered into the man's ear- "The police are coming. Save youi^lves! It was a bold trick, almost childishly so, but it succeeded. Wit'h sfte more futile struggle for the port- manteau the men fled up the narrow byway. Alina bent over the fallen man, and saw that he was covered with blood that gushed from a wound in his wrist. Devoutly thanking heaven for the lectures on Help in emergency" that the society had listened to she said kindly- Sit up; let me take off your coat. I will stop that bleeding." The man lifted himself feebly; Alina in- stantly took from her neck the large silk handkerchief that protected it, bound it around the upper arm, applied an ivory hair pin from her great coil of golden hair as a. tourniquet to tighten t'he bandage, wrapped her handkerchief a'oout the wound itself, a.nd held her hartehorn bottle to the patient's nostrils. There," she said, I think you are better, a.nd you must get to the nearest doctor's immediately, for you are badly wounded." "Are you an angel? Where did you come from in the nick of time?" gasped the man. Yes, I can stand. I am inexpressibly thank- ful. The attack was so unexpected that though I carry a pigtol-" He paused; he was very faint-tlie lose of blood had been great, and a blow upon his head had partialty stumned him- but Alina, seeing the red light over the doctor's door Bhinmg out upon the flags, helped him that way, and left him at the door. A moment later she hailed an empty cab, entered it. and drove on her way. Oh, Alina, you dreadful girl, where have you been?" cried Aunt Melinda. "I sent to that dreadful society to know where you had gone, and they told me it w-as 27, Stone- street, and John didn't know where Stone- street was, and the messenger boy didn't know, either. Have you been robbed and murdered in that dreaful den those mad vromen send you to? Why it's Wood—blood! Look it's red—all over your drees and your fcair. "I am murdered, Aunt Melinda, and this is my grimy ghost," said Alina, and I want a cup of tea badly and something to eat." 91,e servants are all up," said Aunt Melinda. "Not one of the dear, faithftrl creatures would retire until they knew the worst." Later on Alina told the story of her mid- night adventure, amidst Bighs and groans of consternation. I saved his life, I believe. I was, no doubt, an instrument in the hands of Providence." And so Alina Varien's midnight adventure ended, and was not even metioned to the society of which Alina remained a member, doing much good work. But, aJas.! Miss Varien's ability to devote her time to others was not to la&t. She never quite knew what Miss Melinda did with the united capital they possessed; the simple word speculation" often &t,p.A t.r.l,.1 ""0- 1"r-. cu- -L "l.U .l'Ql vtjjy 11owe OOWXl under the advice <yf ?'mt-Oue who had promitB-ed that she could double it. There were hysterics and tears and am auc- j tion sale. Atina, and her maiden aunt found themselves the oocupante of one small room furnished very sparsely. In future Alma must eam their bread and butter, unless, ae Miss Melinda declared, "thpy both took charcoal and died." Alina's efforts culminated in a position in a dressmaking establishment, where she was taktn at lo v wages because of her in expe- rience. V\ e shall have to work late to-night, my dears, with all those wedding dresses on haud," said Mada.me M- one evening. "Of course, I pay for overtime, but it hat3 to be done. The girls made no demur, ma-dame lit the gas, and aQ gathered about the table. Alina. gave a sigh for anxious Aunt Melinda. as she took up her needle again, and. as she tied her bonnet on at twelve o'clook she remembered the last time ehe had been alone in the streets at so late an hour. "How everything has altered since my mid- night aa\euture, said she, little guessing that she was soon to have another. Alina had to pass a building which was just begun, and a ceHar way crossed by some plainks. She proceeded fearlessly until she reached the middle, when stnMendy one of them gave way. Her fall was not a great one, bot when she was able to rise she couid discover no way of reaching the street. In vain she screamed; no one beard her. "Poor Aunt, Melinda," she said several times, more anxious for the poor old lady than for herself. But she was very weary, and shortly found herself nodding, in spite of her great discomfort. from this condition she was aroused by a. sound of falkiaig boards, a shout, and the endxien sprawliaig of a. man's figure at her feet. The second board had played another .person the same triok, and in a moment more r expressions were uttered—not, however, in a very violent manner, and ending with a "Thank Heaven, I have not broken any bones." Presently the figure sa.t quietly for a, while, and finally produced a match from his pocket and struck a light. It flashed upon a human face as it went out, and he cried: "Hullo! Who is there, the watchman? Willi you tell me how to get out of this mantrap of yours?" "I wish I could," rap'Ked Alina. "I met with your fate about an hour ago." "Hurt?" asked the man. "I begin to be afraid I have sprained my ankle," said Alina. "[t a a confounded sha.me! We might have broken our necks," said the other captive "There may be stairs inside. I'll recon- noitre." Striking marches as be went, he vanished in the cellar, and returned to say that there wis a. ladder which led to the street, and that he would assist her to mount it Alina's arnkle was growing very painful, but she summoned courage eoonigh to reach the level of t.he pavement., when she gave her unfortunate foot a second twist, and then fainted a.way. When she recovered a calb stood near the curbstone, and the driver, a pc&oemaa, and her late companion were at her side. She understood that the latter offered to see her home, and she htid no choice but to amcopt his kindness. He placed her in the carriage, mounted to the box beside the driver, and soon she was fjjL, the door of her own home. '*Don't, be frightened, auntie; I've only sprained my ankle," the girl cried. But Miss Melinda, who had suffered tortures of anxiety, waa unable to control, herself. Alina Varien," she said, you may have killed yourself this time. But I cannot stand such things, and what is more, I won't—this time you've stayed out all night. The* cabman had retnrnd to his vehicle, but the gentleman lingered. "Did you mention the name of Alina Varien, madani? he said. But Miss Melinda, uttering the words, Go away," shut the door in his face. She was very angry and vexed with both. He was very kind to me," said Alina, very courteous." No doubt," said Mies Melinda. The next day Alina remained at home, but by the noonday poet received a letter. Miss Alina Yarien "-it began-" I have been searching for you for five years. You t-,av£d my life one night. Perhaps you have fcrgotteti the man whose wounds you bound with ycur handkerchief, ma-rkui with your noame; but he has never ceased to remember you. But for your knowledge of surgery I should have bled to death. May I call 10 ofie: my Thanks in person?— Edwin Moore." Alina did not ask Miss Melinda what she should reply. S'he answered Yee," and be came. What fate wills mus^happen. Six months from that day Alina said to her aUllt- I am going to marry Edwin Moore, and you, of course, will make your home with us. It will be a pretty home, for he is rich; but I should be ju&t as happy if he had been poor." J should not." said Amit Melinda. "But really, Alina, your dreadful midnight adven- tures have not turned out so badly ae they might, afte- p 11."

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