The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-10-27

shortly with a white, scared face, say. ing:
 "Please I'm, Miss Wyman ain't ir her room, and nobody don't know nothink about Susan"
 Miss Sage rushed from the room returned in ten minutes, and hurried through the prayers.
 During breakfast it was whispered that Pansie Wyman and Susan had both left Athena House, and had taken their baggage with them.
 CHAPTER III.
 On the veranda of the Burlington House hotel, at the small Colorado station of Montrose, on the Denver & Rio Grande railroad, about three weeks after the events recorded in the last chapter, Lancelot Selfe and his pretty young wife, hitherto known as Pansie Wyman, were sitting very close to each other, and looking su- premely happy.
 dts like dream Pansie," said Lancelot, after a pause in their talk, during which they gazed out into the west, where the sun was slowly sink ing behind a bank of purple clouds. "Three weeks ago you were Pansie Wyman, an obscure schoolgirl, in mortal fear of two old ladies, and now you're the wife of that distinguished young barrister, Lancelot Selfe, Esq, Brick Court, Temple, free and inde- pendent as the wind, and"
 "The happiest woman in the world, g interposed the girl. "Although, mind, Lancy, not feeling as if I had quite shaken off all shackles and fear of those put in authority over me. Just fancy if papa were to turn up. Idon't know what I should do, Lancy."
 "I only wish he would turn up, ." said her husband. "Why, that's what we've come here for-on purpose to meet the old fellow and have it out with him. There's one thing, Pansie, whatever he may say or do, he can't turn you back again into Miss Pansie Wyman."
 "Yes, it's all very we'll for you to treat it so lightly" said Pansie. "But you don't know papa. He's perfectly terrible when he's reused. I've seen him work himself into frenzy over the mere mention of the Alabama ; and if he knew that I'd run away from school to marry an Englishman, I can't think what he'd do."
 "But, my dear girl, don't you think he knows it all by this timer" said Lancelot. "You trust the old aunts to write off immediately about it And now look here, let's talk business, and make our plans. Your father in- spects this part of the line, doesn't he? He goes once @ week with the bullion train to Frisco, and tho cars are gen. erally loaded up here? Very well. This is his day. I want to see him get him on to talk about you without letting him know who I am, and grad ually bring him up to the climax"
 elf he has his six-shooter about him, believe he would shoot you," said Pansie.
 "Not hep said Lancelot. "Men don't shoot sons- in-law as if they were jack rabbits"
 "Well, Pm all of a tremble when I think of it" said Pansie, nestling still closer to her husband.
 "I'm not" said Lancelot. "Why should we be? Pm respectable; Pm not pauper; and the only crimes that can be brought to my charge are that Pm an Englishman, that Pve torn bird from the protecting wings of its aunts and school-mistresses and that Pve done another fellow out of his intended bride"
 "Well, dear, of course you know best," said the girl. "At the same time Pm in terrible fright about it, and if anything was to happen to you on account of me-Why, Lancyi Look! Look! There he is! There-walk- ing towards the depot"
 The young man looked in the direc- tion indicated by Psnsie and saw 8 tall, military looking man, enveloped in long cloak, and wearing the chimney pot hat so dear to the American citi- zen under all circumstances and at all times and places [sic] who was saun- tering along in the direction of the railway station, pufing vigorously at 8 big cigar.
 "Dear mel" said Lancelot calmly. "That is piece of good luck, only to have been here three hours, and to tumble upon the very man we want to see. must go and make his 
 "But you won't say anything yet, will you, Lancy?" urged the trembling girl. "You won't let him know who you are, or that am here?"
 "No feari" replied her husband. Keep youselfquite easy. Your father and wi1l ho the tsoct fr;o,,ds ;v, <ho