The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-06-07

care to ask her to do anything directly
in opposition to her mothers COM
mands."
"Quite right, sir" said Rossmore with
look of Infinite solemnity."
Every commendable, indeed" added
Sargent paternally."
$780," Harold continued, az found
that she was being sent back to the
country to-day, in order to get her
quickly out OF the way--and my course
was clear"
"Don't see it yet" murmured Sar.
gent.
"Don't you see il? came to Euston
Station, took ticket for Liverpool-so
you see there is no question Of fraud on
the company-used audacious efforts in
the way OF bribery, and thus induced
the guard, first to allow me to hide un.
der the seat, and next to manage that
the young lady whose photograph |
showed him, should be conducted into
this particular carriage. Gentlemen,
this was done-and, in short, here
am"
Lucky you were not smothered,"
said Sargent.
"Or shot as robber on emerging
from your hiding place" said Rossmore.
"Dear Harold, how you must have
suffered" Alice whispered. He pressed
her hand tenderly.
"Why did on not come before ?" she
inquired.
Harold smiled. Blame these gen.
tlemen for that" he said. "They will
not be offended if say that thought
them just little de trop; and fancied,
from something they said, they were
going to get out at the station we have
just passed, and so waited. But when
| found they were coming the whole
way, saw it was useless waiting any
longer, and ! came out, and nearly
frightened poor Polly there Servant
girl) out of her senses"
Every sorry we should have been in
your way, sir" said Sargent. "But it
may interest you to know that am
the profoundest sleeper that ever tray.
eled in a train, and that feel terribly
sleepy now"
"And ]" said Rossmore, can hardly
keep my eyes open."
So the discreet barristers at once
turned around in their seats, coiled
themselves up, closed their eyes, and
were apparently buried in sleep deep
enough for the Emperor of Barbarosso,
or the sleeping beauty in her immortal
wood.
Then Harold sat beside Alice, and
took her hand in his; and the servant
Polly seemed to follow the example of
her legal travelling companions, and
sank into sleep. So Alice and Harold
talked and talked, and were happy.
About to part, apparently, for years, yet
they were happy in the present. Surely
that is one of the most excellent and
exquisite properties of love-exquisite
in its delight and in its pain-that it
never looks beyond the present hour,
but finds happiness now in a moment
AIRY meeting, though the agony of a
long parting threatens near at hand
agony now in momentary parting,
the hopes of speedy reunion /,
may smile and offer consolation.
These two then were happy for the
nour. But the whole journey from /,
London to Liverpool by express is only
ome five hours affair and two hours
lad been wasted before our adventur-
'us lover emerged from his conceal.
nent. So the prospect of Liverpool
md separation began to grow very
and imminent; and Har. 9
I'D, dreading and detesting the a
hought of such a parting, began to i
,rge a wild proposal. Why should they s
lot escape at Liverpool, take the first q
rain in the morning-only few hours !
o wait-and 60 on to Scotland and be C
married. there? Then let the family do g
Is worst; Harold would not 90 to the b
Vest Indies, but would push a career il
It home. Or, even if he had to 20, he v
would leave behind him welded wife, t
vhom no Unconditional stepfather p
.ould take from him. "Be my wife T
'ome and be my wife-that first; that h
t all hazards!' So rang the refrain of n
he passionate outpouring which for c
early an hour Harold kept whispering ID
ntO Alice's ear. il
The girl had spirit enough, and was f
ot unwilling to yield. Indeed, there a
'ere few risks life could offer which she
'as not ready to encounter, rather than
D 60 back to the dreary and odious
ONE life, with Harold far away. Now ,v
ne was being sent, as she perfectly well :,
new, to the custody of an uncle and y
unit in Liverpool, in order that she =
light be kept out Of the way until af = Z,
n Harold should have left London and -
one out to the West Indies, where he =
oped to make a fortune. n
"But, Harold dear" the girl whis- :,
cred, "the thing is impossible. Ny :.
ncle will be at the station, waiting for -
e with the carriage. Do you think -
, would be likely to fall into our :, u
ans?" y. ~
!" No, Alice; have thought of that. a.
Won have cOuraCe-and I know VIZ, 90