The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1885-09-05

next morning, and when the through train
was we'll out OF Paris. Sarah, indeed, had
been all but invisible since she boarded the
Dover and Calais boat. The crossing had
been a rough one, and sea-sickness claims
precedence with the mind the most preoccu.
pied. Sarah had suffered much, and as soon
as she found herself in the smooth-g going
train had sought forgetfulness of her woes
in sleep. Hervey, who hal no wish to pre-.
cipitate matters by an untimely revelation
Ut his presence, had also efaced himself
from general observation.
But some time after the train had left thu
Paris and Lyons station Sarah opened the
door Of her comfortable compartment and
in the narrow gangway Of the train camo
full upon Maurice Hervey. He was smok-
ing and watching the flying landscape
through the glass windows at the side of the
narrow passage. He turned, locked at
| Sarah. and laughed in cruel merriment On
he saw her gaze of Mortified surprise
"You!' she gasped. 'Xou have followed
me-"
Every step since you left my humble
| abode, my dear Sarah"
She tarrei away aad re-entered tho COM
vsrtment she had left. Hervey followed
her, aud with laugh threw himself down
On The seat nearest to the door. The train
was not full. and the compartments were
small ones so 1t happened that the two
people were alone.
It was typical Of the mans cruel nature
that he looked forward with feelings of keen
enjoyment to the torture which he meant to
inlet upon the woman during those hours
Of travel, by forcing upon her the presence
which he know SO unwelcome.
''Oh. yes, Sarah" he said jeeringly; II
followed you, and shall never leave your
side until you lead ms to my beloved wife.
It's no good thinking you can give me the
slip. To save trouble Imay tell you know
you are going to Munich. What a clever
woman you are, Sarah. am so much
obliged to you"
She wrung her hands convulsively, then
covered her face and moaned. She had
acted, As she thought, for the best, hut this
mans craft had overcome her. Her mistress
was to be made to suffer, and through her.
Through the one who would willingly sacri.
fec body and soul to save her from pain!
Don't be sulky, Sarah" said Hervey.
'"The games up now; you may an we'll give
in. Here, make yourself useful and All INV
pipe. can't use this COMPOUNDED right arra
Of mine."
She took NO notice OF his request, but
presently she raised her head and looked at
him.
"Be warned" she said in low tones.
"Once more say, be warned in time. Leave
this train at the next station. Fly while
You can"
He laughed scornfully. '.Now, is it like
Tyr be said.
She made no further appeal. She sank
back into stony silence, and from that time
no remark, NO question, no taunt Of tho
mans could draw . word from her thin lips,
Hour after hour went by and Sarah Miller
sat In her corner motionless and silent a. q
statue.
But her thoughts! Her thoughts were
busy enough. They thronged and invaded
her brain. They changed and shifted from
incoherence to systematic arrangement and
back again to incoherencs. Through all tho
tumble the one fearful truth shone out dis.
ttnctly. 6he was taking this man to her
mistress
No food had passed her lips since she left
London. All desire to eat had left her when
she first caught sight Of Herveys hatefui
form. Her hands were hot; her veins
seemed full of fever, and now and again a
mist seemed to close round her, from which
she emerged only to see once more the cruel
face Of her tormeutor. So the hours went
BY.
Hervey had food sent into tho carriage,
He also consolesl himself 1T short intervals
with brandy and water. He bought cigars,
smoked them, and grumbled at their bad
ness. Sometimes he rose, walked out into
tho gangway and stretched his legs, but he
kept keen watch on the woman. Not q
second time would he fail from lack of Wig
llance. For amusement he now and again
tainted his companion. ana his ieers, an
parentlv unnoticed, drove her to the verge
of desperation. Her hands grew hotter, her
pulses beat with fiercer rapiditv.
The sun sank; tho twilight d ied away; the
lamps wore lii. Every hour, every moment
brought grief nearer aud nearer to Beatrice
Long before ano:h,r sun rosc the train would
be at Munich. The thought maddened the
white-faced woman.
Shortly after the train left Stuttgart
the steward looked In and in broken Eug-
lish suggested that the beds should be pre-
pared. Mrs Miller shook her head, and
signifled that she had no wish to retire to
rest. Hervey ordered more brandy and
also declined the proIered couch, The
steward wished that he could have the re.
iusal Of one Of those unmade couches and
the time to occupy it. shrugged his should
ers, and withdrew. The travellers were once
more alone. In less than five hours thu
journey would be at an end.
Suddenly wave of inspiration flooded
the poor wolnan's harassed brain. An in.
spiration which made all things clear as day.
A strange brilliancy shone in her eyes In
q flash she saw, or believed she saw, to what
end these things were leading. Gods hand
was at work.
Had she not dreamed dream in which
Maurics Hervey figured! Had, she not per-
suaded herself when she first saw him that
she had seen written in his face that his
days were numbered Was she not sure
sure as she was of her own eternal con.
demnatiOn-that God meant Beatrice to
taste happiness as well in this world rs IN
the next! The hour of deliverance was at