means a short one–played right through, variations and all, in three


“When? And how?” I asked eagerly, with a half-notion that I was

dreaming again.

“It was done by a little musical-box,” he quietly replied.

“After it had been wound up, the regulator, or something, broke,

and it ran down, as I said, in about three seconds.

But it must have played all the notes, you know!”

“Did you enjoy it? I asked, with all the severity of a cross-examining


“No, I didn’t!” he candidly confessed. “But then, you know, I hadn’t

been trained to that kind of music!”

“I should much like to try your plan,” I said, and, as Sylvie and Bruno

happened to run up to us at the moment, I left them to keep the Earl

company, and strolled along the platform, making each person and event

play its part in an extempore drama for my especial benefit.

“What, is the Earl tired of you already?” I said, as the children ran

past me.

“No!” Sylvie replied with great emphasis. “He wants the evening-paper.

So Bruno’s going to be a little news-boy!”

“Mind you charge a good price for it!” I called after them.

Returning up the platform, I came upon Sylvie alone.

“Well, child,” I said, “where’s your little news-boy?

Couldn’t he get you an evening-paper?”

“He went to get one at the book-stall at the other side,” said Sylvie;

“and he’s coming across the line with it–oh, Bruno, you ought to cross

by the bridge!” for the distant thud, thud, of the Express was already


Suddenly a look of horror came over her face. “Oh, he’s fallen down on

the rails!” she cried, and darted past me at a speed that quite defied

the hasty effort I made to stop her.

But the wheezy old Station-Master happened to be close behind me: he

wasn’t good for much, poor old man, but he was good for this; and,

before I could turn round, he had the child clasped in his arms, saved

from the certain death she was rushing to. So intent was I in watching

this scene, that I hardly saw a flying figure in a light grey suit,

who shot across from the back of the platform, and was on the line in

another second. So far as one could take note of time in such a moment

of horror, he had about ten clear seconds, before the Express would be

upon him, in which to cross the rails and to pick up Bruno. Whether he

did so or not it was quite impossible to guess: the next thing one knew

was that the Express had passed, and that, whether for life or death,

all was over. When the cloud of dust had cleared away, and the line

was once more visible, we saw with thankful hearts that the child and

his deliverer were safe.

“All right!” Eric called to us cheerfully, as he recrossed the line.

“He’s more frightened than hurt!”

[Image…Crossing the line]

He lifted the little fellow up into Lady Muriel’s arms, and mounted

the platform as gaily as if nothing had happened: but he was as

pale as death, and leaned heavily on the arm I hastily offered him,

fearing he was about to faint. “I’ll just–sit down a moment–” he

said dreamily: “–where’s Sylvie?”

Sylvie ran to him, and flung her arms round his neck, sobbing as if her

heart would break. “Don’t do that, my darling!” Eric murmured,

with a strange look in his eyes. “Nothing to cry about now, you know.

But you very nearly got yourself killed for nothing!”

“For Bruno!” the little maiden sobbed.

“And he would have done it for me. Wouldn’t you, Bruno?”

“Course I would!” Bruno said, looking round with a bewildered air.

Lady Muriel kissed him in silence as she put him down out of her arms.

Then she beckoned Sylvie to come and take his hand, and signed to the

children to go back to where the Earl was seated. “Tell him,” she

whispered with quivering lips, “tell him–all is well!” Then she turned

to the hero of the day. “I thought it was death,” she said.

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