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watched the firemen eagerly as they paraded past, hoping for a sight of his face among them, so she did not hear the door open behind her until a hand touched her shoulder and she looked up with a start, her voice unconsciously betraying the rapture of her heart as she cried:

      "Oh-h-h!—I thought you were in the parade!"

      He smiled, radiantly, his heart thrilling with joy.

      "No, I am not in the parade. That is, I chose not to be. You see, my company did not come, to take part, only a few of us fellows, so we can do as we like. We were offered seats in the carriages with the visiting firemen, and the others accepted. But I—I thought I would return and remain with you ladies."

      His voice said "ladies," but his eyes said "you," and Geraldine thrilled deliciously.

      Oh, how gay and happy she felt—happier than she had ever been in her whole life before. The dawn of love made the whole world roseate with sunshine.

      And never had she looked more beautiful. The joy in her heart sent the warm blood leaping through her veins and made her eyes brighter, her cheeks redder, until she was dazzlingly lovely.

      Harry Hawthorne remained with the party all the rest of the afternoon. Other young men joined them presently, admirers of the pretty Odell girls, and later on they repaired to the County Fair Grounds to witness some of the firemen's games taking place there.

      Seated on the grand stand, by the side of Geraldine, Harry Hawthorne felt as proud and happy as a king, for the same sweet wine of Love that thrilled the girl flowed intoxicatingly through his veins.

      "For what was it else within me wrought

      But, I fear, the new strong wine of Love,

      That made my tongue to stammer and trip

      When I saw the treasured splendor, her hand,

      Come sliding out of her sacred glove,

      As the sunlight broke from her lip?"

      The tournament and games of this afternoon were only a repetition by Newburgh firemen of the ones that had been participated in the previous day by the visiting companies—"consolation races," the chief merrily called them.

      But the grand stand was packed and the entertainment was novel and interesting, as evidenced by the frequent applause of the crowd.

      The exercises after the pretty tournament consisted mainly of hose-racing contests, in which firemanic skill was displayed at its best.

      "You must explain the game to me. You see, I never thought much about firemen before, although I am deeply interested in them now," pretty Geraldine said, naively, to her delighted companion.

      He thanked her with a kindling glance of pleasure, and answered:

      "It will give me pleasure to explain it all to you, Miss Harding. It is very simple indeed, depending on the skill and dexterity of the men. In the first place, the rules of the game require fifteen men. They must run two hundred yards to the hydrant, with a hose cart, and from that point lay one hundred yards of hose, make a coupling, and screw on the pipe. But these technical terms are Greek to you, of course, so I will try to make it clear to you as they proceed."

      He did so, and Geraldine, who was beginning to love all firemen, for the sake of the splendid one by her side, watched the contest with breathless interest.

      But now arose a difficulty.

      The Newburgh company had only fourteen good runners, and they must have a fifteenth one.

      But the rules of the race required that no company should make use of the services of a member of another company.

      It was finally decided that as the race was not for a prize, but simply for practice and amusement, the rule might be waived for one in favor of a visiting fireman.

      Then a murmur arose among the firemen that suddenly swelled to a clamorous shout:

      "Hawthorne! Hawthorne!"

      Mrs. Stansbury, who sat on the other side of Geraldine, looked round, and exclaimed, gayly:

      "They are calling you, Mr. Hawthorne. Why don't you go?"

      "I prefer remaining here," he smiled back, though a slight flush rose to his brow as the calls continued more clamorously:

      "Hawthorne! Hawthorne! Hawthorne!"

      All eyes turned on him as he sat unmoved, and a delegation of firemen came to insist on his joining the race.

      "Oh, do go, Mr. Hawthorne. I think it will be grand to join the race!" exclaimed Geraldine, enthusiastically, and he rose at once like a gallant knight who has no other wish than to do the behest of his lady-love.

      Mrs. Stansbury whispered as he went away:

      "He will win the race for them. He is a magnificent athlete, my husband says. And as for horses—well, you should see him control them! They love and obey him like a master, and he has a passion for them. He is a splendid fellow, though there is something rather mysterious about him. He has been driver for No. 17 two years, yet no one knows where he came from or aught about his family. But he is educated above his position, and has betrayed that he has lived abroad. We think he is English or Irish—perhaps a mixture of both. But, anyway, he is just magnificent, and the men and the horses both worship him alike. He has been a hero at dozens of fires, and has several medals of honor, but he will not accept promotion. He says he loves the horses, and will not give up driving. But look! the team is about to start!"

      Every word she uttered only made Geraldine love Hawthorne more dearly, for what woman does not love a hero?

      Geraldine watched the contest with flashing eyes; but, needless to say, she saw but one man, and she soon realized that the most thunderous applause was given to him.

      "He is the swiftest runner of them all!" cried Carrie Odell. "Look how the men are dropping off! They cannot stand it. Seven, eight, nine, ten, have given up. Oh-h-h!"

      "Another! And another!" cried her sister, Consuelo, and so it kept on till when they reached the finish they had only two men to open the hydrant, and screw on the pipe—a simple operation it would seem to a novice, but it is just here that the race is won or lost. Under the moment's excitement the couplers will likely find their nerves unsteady after the long run. But these two men made no false moves. They put on the pipe with indescribable speed, then ran on the remaining hundred yards to the judge's stand, Harry Hawthorne coming out ahead amid the deafening cheers of his admirers.

      The judges took the time at the very instant that the pipe touched the ground, and after examining the coupling they found it all right, and announced the time as forty-six and one-fourth seconds.

      The victors retired amid tumultuous applause, and another team prepared to run, Hawthorne returning very soon to Geraldine's side to sun himself in her admiring eyes.

      "You were splendid, and I was proud of you!" she cried, innocently, unconscious of the tenderness her words implied.

      "Thank you. I am proud that I pleased you; but I was sorry they made me run. I was trying to keep rested and fresh to dance with you at the ball to-night," he answered, lightly.

      "And now you will be too tired—I am sorry for that."

      How frankly she could talk to him, and yet they had been strangers only this morning; yet it seemed as if they had known each other years and years.

      "No, I shall not be too weary to dance with you," he answered, tenderly.

      Then others of the party claimed his attention, and Geraldine sat in a happy dream, thinking how heavenly it would be dancing with him to-night.

      Presently the games were over, and the weary, happy throng departed—the Odells and their guests to make ready for the grand fireman's ball they were going to attend that night.

      "Oh, I wonder what Cissy will say when I don't come back to-night? She will be uneasy about me; perhaps angry. But she will forgive me when I tell her how it happened, and what a lovely time I had," thought Geraldine.

      But again she did not even think of Clifford Standish, or even wonder what had become of him. She was

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