Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-11-13
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N'''tS t'"o t"to OOtttC.
Al: !!:s :.:,I -iaen sail hurriedly. George
Cauir: .,a.n ID tie to take the preferred
carr! ntsl.i: q lie puffed itself laborious .
ou..o II .i. ,ea;. hastily terminus, a wilder.
ness %. ii.ii , G.k y labyrinth of tunnels and
sidings :.,i. comprehensive platforms, very
gloomy -, :..is cold winter night.
For ii:e fast Jew minutes Mr.. Caulheld
felt - ,rn'u-cl and disturbed by the sud.
dennis e; the charge that had been forced
upsr Ii Il liza he hardly knew what he was
dci,g -'"n lie glanced at the lady, and
saw with /; fIcting OF relief that her head
was IT pos ng comfortably against the padded
division ct Tie carriage, and that her face
was ti:d.s' ly u blue cause veil, which she
wore over Il small, brown straw hat. She
was breathing somewhat heavily, he thought.
but that was to be expected in a sufferer
from chest complaint.
II hope her heart is all right" thought
George, with a sudden sense Of the awful
ness of his position were his invalid charge
to expire while in his care.
He looked at the strangers card:
Mr. ELsDEN,
Briargate.
The address looked we'll. Briareate was
n of the most respectable business streets
in Grandchester. Doubtless it had once
been a rustic lane, where briers and roses
grew ab%undantly, and the bees and butter
flies and village lads and lasses made merry
amid odors OF new-mown hay. Nowadays
Briargate was a narrow street OF lofty
warehouses, tall enough to shut out the sun,
a street that smelled of machine oil
The express had cleared Grandchester by
this time, tearing along a viaduct above q
forest OF tall chimneys, and then, with q
sweeping curve, away to the windy open
country, a land as wild and fresh and free
as II there were no such things as factories
n smoky chimneys in the world. MIR.
Caulfield had, for the first ten minutes or
so, felt relieved by his inability to see his
companions face. It had been a comfort to
him to behold her placidly asleep yonder,
requiring no attention, leaving him free to
dip into Tennyson's last idyl. which he car
rled uncut in his travelling bag. But SO
variable is the human mind, so fanciful and
altogether irrational at times, that now Mr..
Caulfeld began to feel vaguely curious
about the face hidden under the blue gauzs
veil He began to wonder about 1t. Wa
it 20 very pale, 50 deadly white, as it seemed
to him under that gauze veil, in the dim
Light of the oil lamp3 No, 1t was the blue
gauze. no doubt, which v that CHASTITY
palior to the sharply-cut features, the
sunken cheeks.
The young lady's eyes were altogether hid
den by the shadow Of her hat, but Mr.. Caul.
field felt sure that she was asleep. She was
breathing so quietly that he could scarcely
see any indication Of the faint breath that
must be stirring her breast in gentle undu-
iations. Sometimes he fancied be saw the
folds OF the Rob Roy shawl rise and fall in
regular pulsations. Sometimes it seemed to
him hat nothing stirred ave the shadow,
moved by the Pickering Of the wind. blown
flame.
He sat and watched that quiet figure in
the corner, only taking his eyes away now
and then to look out at the dark land
through which they were speeding, to see q
coy village. lit by half q dozen farthine
rush lights. Ait by like Q phantom or . tow