The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1884-08-20


the time they reached Amiens, quite
pleasant intimacy had sprung up be-
tween Lady Jones and the twomen. The
four went to the buffet and breakfasted
together. Returning to their carriage
they found that the Englishman had dis
appeared, SO they made merry at his ex-
pense.
But they had not done with him yet.
He was there on the quay as the train
ran alongside the Boulogne steamer;
they saw him again on board with his
little hand bag, and always calm and
imperturable. Only once did he betray
the slightest emotion; it was when a
man came up to him as he stood near the
funnel, and, with an almost impercepti-
BILE salute, addressed him as Mr.. Hop
kinson.
"Hush, you foolI he replied, angrily.
"Don't mention names here
'Tt was too late, however; many of
those around had heard the name, and
among the rest the two men, who were
smoking close by.
"Come aft, Thaddeusl" whispered the
tall man. "Did you hear that nameW
'I did. It must be that numbering
villain himself"
"And you, you fool, to get quarreling
with him in the trainl"
''Do you think he has his eye on us"
"You may take your oath of that" =
"What in the name of conscience shall
we do2"
'Leave it to me; have a dodge, if
can only work it."
The steamer being very crowded, Lady
Jones and her party had been unable to
secure private cabin. They had to stay
on deck, and in by no means good
place. But, thanks to the attention of
her friends, Lady Jones was made COM
Portable with rugs and wraps near one of
the paddle-boxes, while Millicent and
the maid sat close beside her. The
voyage across the channel was not good,
and the ladies reached Folkestone in a
more or less battered condition. Now
the strangers, like chivalrous gentlemen,
came out in their true colors. Nothing
could exceed their kindness. They took
infinite trouble to prepare the party for
going on shore; they helped the maid to
fold and strap up the rugs, and made
themselves generally useful. Lady Jones
was so grateful and so charmed that she
begged them to call on her in London,
and gave them her address.
When the porters rushed on board,
Lady Jones desired one of them to go at
once and secure her carriage.
Cant be done, num-" he replied.
"All the things have to be examined
before they let us through to the train. "
Absurd" said her ladyship; "they
won't examine mine. am Lady Jones. u
Bnt her ladyship was no better than
an ordinary person before the law. The
custom house officers were inexorable
and, in spite of her protests, all her
small parcels and those of her party,
were taken into the search room, and laid
out on the counter. With an imperious
wave of the hand, an official ordered her
to follow them. To make matters worse,
the quiet Englishman, to whom she had
been so rude in the train, was standing in
the doorway, talking to two other men,
and laughing, as she thought, at her dis
tress.
For a moment her two friends were
nowhere to be seen.
81 never heard of such thingn she
said Indignantly to Millicent, as the Off
cious searchers turned everything out OF
her gold-mounted dressing case, and
then proceeded to unroll the rugs.
"What do they take us forY"
Everybody is treated alike, dear Lady
Jones. suppose they are afraid of Fe'
mans, or dynamite, or something"
at is preposterous, disgracefull Sil
John shall write to the papers-I beg
your pardon"
This was to an official who had said to
her twice, ''What is this2"
A small parcel done up in strong
brown paper securely tied and
sealed.
81 haven't the least idea. Something
of my maids or Millicent's-this young
lady here. really cannot say"
But while she chartered on with ac-
customed garrulity, the custom house
officer had already cut the strings, un-
done the parcel, and laid bare small
plain tin case.
1t had lid, which was easily opened.
Inside were a number of slabs of 6
whity-brown, sugary- looking substance,
which might have been tenth-rate choco'
late or MEDITERRANEAN ''toffee."
'Some sort OF sugar, SAID Lady Jones.
'How odd! l cannot imagine"
Its Just what l expected" said g
quiet voice behind. Hand it over, Mr..
Saunders. This is my affair"
"What, Mr.. Hopkinson, are you
here2n
'Very much on the spot this time,
think, Mr.. Saunders. Now, ma'am"-
to Lady Jones-''where are your Other
! friends"
GLOW dare you speak to met" she re-
piled, hotly, recognizing her old enemy
of the train II am Lady Jones"
"Of course, all right, replied the mar
called Mr.. HopkInson. ''But there, he
went on, half to himself, "we don't want
any scandal or noise. We might lose the
Others" and with that he whispered {
few words to an attendant, and drew
/ back into the crowd.
The examination of Lady Jones' bag