Milford chronicle., 1883-06-29

able that when the journey ended Mar
s then was so favorably impressed by hi,
new acquaintance that he regretted, OF
leaving the train, that he hadnot strained
his habitual courtesy enough to learr
her name, and ask the honor of being
again allowed to meet her, for she had
let drop the fact that she was widow.
1t was now too late to do this, but moi
too late TO hope; he was sure of finding
friends at Saratoga; he could hardly help
D seeing her somewhere, somehow, if he
remained, for she had intimated that she
expected to spend month with some rel
atives; his profession consisted in the
work of overcoming obstecles, so he felt
sure he would make his way again to
the side Of this pleasant little lady, and
perhaps
His reverie and resolution were inter
rupted as he signed the hotel register,
for when the clerk read the signature
that official winked at rather rough
looking man with whom he had been
talking, then the rough-looking man read
the signature and exclaimed:
you're just the man I'm looking for
Mr.. Marthen-Tve only just been able
to find out where you were stopping.
can't you give me a check for this carriage
bill? It's been running nearly a month.
and the boys said you"
'Im not the man you want, said
Marthen, first saying something that
would not look well in print
''Your name is" -
eyes, yes, yes, interrupted MaTthen;
''but there is another man of the same |
name and he's a swindler l came here
to run him down; I've got detectives
after him; come here this evening and
they will put You on his track.
For an hour or more Marthen was in
very bad temper, but he grew calmer
when, strolling out to look at the crowds
of carriages and their occupants, he met
several acquaintance who had temper
arily abjured billiards or flirting for the
same purpose. As he chatted with one
Of these n carriage passed slowly and |
Marthen saw in it the amiable little Y
widow he had met on the train in the Z
She did not seem to recognize
him. but his friend raised his hat and +
was smiled upon. T
''Who IS she, jerks p tell me, quick. " s
"She's Mrs. Whitlayton, widow of Will h
Vhitlayton, who was just starting to r
make fortune in wool when, a couple 81
# years ago, he took pneumonia and p
led. He lefther twentyor thirty thou c,
and dollars, though enough to make S
lzy, well-dressed fellows swarm around 81
er like flies around a sugar barrel. Ie
"Has she any family ?" asked Marthen. n,
''No; she makes here home with an W
ncle and aunt whom she doesn't love m
ny too well, I'm told. A young widow dc
Iust have a home, though, you know. ca
she doesn't want to be talked about tb
xcuse me moment, continued Mar W
lens friend, taking the arm of a gentle hi
an whowas about to pass them, "here's tn
good fellowyouough know, Cranch; pl
, you know my friend Arson Marthen to
r. Marthen, Mr. Cranch. " ba
"Tm very glad to know you, sir. " said
r. Cranch, "but, if it isn't too impu- a |
mt a question to ask on so short ac- co,
Iaintance, why are you strolling on foot yo
tn Fred here, while your charming
ncee is riding alone ?"
''My fancee?" exclaimed the engineer.
while his friend looked
luiringly. {
Il hope am not mistaken, said Mr.. ,,or
lnch GIVE been told that Mrs. Whit - -
ton was soon to become Mrs. Anson ~ ~
rthen." ~ ~
Iarthen's face blackened, as he ex- 'ne
imed through tightly closed jaws: l
Gentleman, this is horrible. I never ma
sw the lady's name until five minutes Wh
}. My villainous double-you know plo
about him, Fred-that rascal has pia'
,bably made love to her for her money OF
persuaded her to marry him. What Ves'
o be done?" wat
)ne gentleman shrugged his shoul don
$ and the other raised his eyebrows; to
Cranch finally said: sep
L suppose it s nobody's business; the this
z has been married before she the
hit to be able,to choose for herself" useC
I'll make it my business" hissed ters
then, as he turned abruptly and with
ried to his hotel, where he had the cells
fortune to find one Of the detec- to p
5 awaiting him and full of news the
scapegraee Marthen, he said, had hull
! living quietly at a small boarding grea
ie, but his servant, who had not been of b,
for so long that he was willing for a the J
lollar bill to tell all lie knew. had di- exec
ed the fact that the rascal knew he offer
being watched; he was frightened. OF
he was up to some new dodge. can
gh he did not know what, that very 1t ce
ing; all the African could say was pecu
his master had twice visited a sick this
liking man, whom the servant had guns
as preacher, and that selve
hen was to go there again that very our ]
ug and meet the siekly man in hostil
n. The servant suspected we'd can b
for his master had ordered his assau
suit and spring overcoat brushed to hin
extra care. sells Fl
rthen almost lost his head in his bardi
but the detective rapidly laid plan Mem
rap the rascal. He would hire the
to steal his masters overcoat and W