“Why, after such a terrible experience you never, never, so long as you live, will touch another drop of liquor; will you, dear?”
“I don’t think I’m likely to.”
“But promise me you won’t!”
“All right, Kate, I promise.”
“There! Now I am really glad it has all happened. But how splendidly you saved that train! Why didn’t you tell Mr. Haxall about it? If you had he couldn’t possibly have done more than to reprimand you. He would never have dismissed you in the world.”
“He knew all about it,” replied Myles. “It’s all in the paper. Haven’t you read the Phonograph this morning?”
“No, I haven’t had a moment’s time to look at the papers to-day. Do you mean that what you did is in the paper, with your name and all?”
For answer Myles handed her his copy of the Phonograph, and she read eagerly at the place he pointed out. Her cheeks flushed as she read, and when she finished she sprang up, and, throwing her arms about her brother’s neck, exclaimed:
“It is simply wonderful, Myles! wonderful! And I should think you’d be the proudest boy in New York City at this minute. Why, just because I am your sister I am the proudest girl in it.”
“I suppose I was just a little proud before I went to the office this morning,” said Myles, gently disengaging himself from his sister’s embrace; “but I guess it was the sort of pride that goeth before a fall. At any rate, I got my fall, and a pretty serious one it was too.”