ead.

"Youngster," said he, "you're a brave fellow. You've done us a good
service to-day. You're a pretty cool hand, you are. I don't know what
these foolish horses would have done with the carriage if it had not
been for you."

"Let me get out," exclaimed the lady, not yet recovered from her fright.

"I will open the door," said Paul, observing that the coachman was fully
occupied in soothing the horses.

He sprang forward, and opening the door of the carriage assisted the
lady to descend.

She breathed quickly.

"I have been very much frightened," she said; "and I believe I have been
in very great danger. Are you the brave boy who stopped the horses?"

Paul modestly answered in the affirmative.

"And how did you do it? I was so terrified that I was hardly conscious
of what was passing, till the horses stopped."

Paul modestly related his agency in the matter.

The lady gazed at his flushed face admiringly.

"How could you have so much courage?" she asked. "You might have been
trampled to death under the hoofs of the horses."

"I didn't think of that. I only thought of stopping the horses."

"You are a brave boy. I shudder when I think of your danger and mine. I
shall not dare to get into the carriage again this afternoon."

"Allow me to accompany you home?" said Paul, politely.

"Thank you; I will trouble you to go with me as far as Broadway, and
then I can get into an omnibus."

She turned and addressed some words to the coachman, directing him to
drive home as soon as the horses were quieted, adding that she would
trust herself to the escort of the young hero, who had rescued her from
the late peril.

"You're a lucky boy," thought John, the coachman. "My mistress is one
that never does anything by halves. It won't be for nothing that you
have rescued her this afternoon."

As they walked along, the lady, by delicate questioning, succeeded in
drawing from our hero his hopes and wishes for the future. Paul, who
was of a frank and open nature, found it very natural to tell her all he
felt and wished.

"He seems a remarkably fine boy," thought the lady to herself. "I should
like to do something for him."

They emerged into Broadway.

"I will detain you a little longer," said the lady; "and perhaps trouble
you with a parcel."

"I shall be very glad to take it," said Paul politely.

Appleton's bookstore was close at hand. Into this the lady went,
followed by her young companion.

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