The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-01-20

vehementlv; could hear him calling TO them
to stop-Marsden's voice, they both said.
"He'll break his neck directly % Rawdon
observed with a grim sort of smile; "and we
must leave him to II, I'm afraid ]" He looked
at his watch as he spoke. 'Yes; we've no
time to waste. Allons ~
The mare laid herself out fairly now. The
speed at which they tore along almost took
Hilda's breath away. They lett the other
sleigh as If II had been standing still.
They were on the high ground now. Straight
before them, yonder, where the lights were
twinklng, lay the Ashbridge station; right
and left the snoW-mantled country could be
seen for miles. Rawdon's eye ran along
thread like dark track he knew where to look
for-the line of rails down which the Paris
mail was coming.
"she ought to be in sight, If they told Fyle
the truth |" he muttered; awkward ii she's
been blocked up anywhere, now we've got
this fellow be hind us J"
Again his eye ran along the line of the EN-.
bankment. 1t stood out well against the white
background nothing was visible on it.
All this time Luoia's speed never slaokened;
they were close on the station now. Where
was the Mail
lie caught sight of something at last. A red
light; gleam of other lights, dull through
frosty window panes. Then the shrek of
whistle reached them. 1t was the Dover mail
| lutO AeuDIlubOs ObucE eyes D6Slu6
Don's had caught sight of it. Again that cry
to them to stop came from the other sleigh be-
hind. Don laughed.
"Rather sell for him, you know He'll
come up just in time to see us start !" he re-
marked.
So it seemed, for they were passing through
the gate of the station yard almost as he
spoke. 1t was tall, heavy gate, usually held
open by a catch, but on this occasion by man
mn ftad To the avaS-Mr. Fvla
CAL right, sir % that individual reported,
as Don pulled up moment. "The French
woman is here with the baggage and the
tickets; Nails signalled. You're just in time,
sir.''
Don leaned forward and said a brief word
in the mans ear. Mr.. Fyle grinned.
"I'll take care, STRIP he returned. The
sleigh moved up the little incline to the
station entrance. Mr.. Fyle hurried the next
mement up after it. Mademoiselle Fsnchon
| rushed out to meet her mistress. The Dover
mail ran alongside the platform.
| Just at that moment the pursuing sleig b
reached the gate of the yard. The pursuer
shouted for some one to open tin vain. With
| an oath, he leaped out and fumbled with
| frostbtten fingers at the latch. In vain, too,
the latch was immOvable Mr.. Fyle perhaps
knew best why. The pursuer saw the train
run in, heard the doors slam as its passengers
took their seats, heard the whistle sound fol
| its departure. And this Internal gate wouldn't
open At last the undignifed motion o
climbing over struck him. He put it into i'm
mediate practice, slightly incommoded by the
severely strapped evening neither garments
1t was a sight to see that tall gaunt figure
chegal upon gate-bar
Just as it got there the train began to move
slowly off.
'I'll telegraph, though !' the figure NUT
tered aloud with vicious expletive, and pre-
pairing to descend on the other side. No
carefully enough, unfortunately. His foo
slipped and turned awkwardly on the middl
bar, and Jeffrey Marsden, Esq, came heavil.
to the ground with badly sprained ankle
where Mr. Fyle presently found him.
The Paris Mail reached its destination with
out mishap, and Don and his Mignonne got t.
the Avenue de plmp6ratrioe in capital time 70
dinner, as he had prophesied.
Two days afterwards my lady-she ha
managed to survive her disappointment-rea
her daughters marriage in the Times. So di
Marsdep, in bed with incipient rheumatic feve
and a sprained ankle. So did Dick Jocely
and Helen, lingering over their t6te-a-tft
breakfast in the Oak Parlor at Dane Court.
1t was in that very room, by the by, that il
the snow-time last year heard from thos
same two people the story of RAwDoN's RAID