The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1888-08-17

II told Sou, If told YOU,
Would that k,rpyou, would lint hold you,
Here u; last wll.n cnfnl,l you?
llt woul-.luaii. darling, co me!
Elizabeth Stuart phclno
AStrange Disappearance
We were the only two occupants of
II compartment in the express train
from London to Folkcstonc. NV
companion was in deep mourning.
lie was not what you would call an
intcllectual-l ooking man; and on
looking it over afterwards, l rrmcm-
her that he had lnnarrowa and lvtrr;,t-
ing forehead. never can quite make
up my mind whether what
my tcllow-trlvrler told me was nbso-
lutte truth; whether his confidence
w;'scausesl by the natural warnings
OF Ills soul for human sympathy; or
whct her, to Use nn Amcric;,nism, lie
was merely "lilling ne up
1t wills not only my trllow-travcl-
rr'a lrtlrlting forehead, but the lll-
t'r" of his travelling literature, that
caused me to look upon him as some
thing rtl,;nanin intellectual giant.
In th" first place, he was reading Isis
unveiled; the Proceedings ofthe Phys
ic;,l :'oriety WAS there too; and Il fat
book in very large type WAS labeled
Fragments and Remains of Mau;,mc
H---y.
He was kind enough to oflarto lend
me o'lc o! his hooks; and, like an ass,
L gave IL snort of indignation and
waved it off.
81 have no sympathy with such
things" ] said.
"a scrptic, perceive, said he po-
litrly.
81 look upon the whole thing, sir, {"
! replied, "as bosll and humbug, mis-
cradle trash, wrptchcd bal.lrrql;lshun-
worthy of notice" And then glnrc.l
ut him.
tried to silence the little man in
deep mourning by looking ns much
like the Gordon Mcdus;I as possible.
far from lming turned to stone he
simply began to sit Oh the backs ol
his hands, tlatwl,ich notllinyis more
unaignificl and irritating.
81 was like you once" lie said with
pity-'ycs, | WAS a scofTrr once; hut
have l"s.', bitterly punislcd-in fi,ct,
my incredulity wns the cause of my
bcrravment," and he pointed in a
solemn manner to the deep black
hat band he Wore.
When looked up mt his l;nt-band l
saw the mans named printrlin little
gold letters upon his travelling bag,
which lay on the rack above his head
MIR. Augustus Boobycr."
When had ! heard that name he
fore? or course it came back to me
in Il flash l'oobycr! that was the
man who ran off with little Ilcttv
Stnlr!ey, of the F'rivolity Theatre. /
am not Il theatrical man, but | s,,w
Miss Starrlcy in the celebrated ballet
of The Swallows" and very pretty
indeed she looked, with her big eyes,
her curly black hair and her dot ofa
mouth. She was u pretty, plump lit
tie nonentity till she married BOBBY
pr, wlrn She became a nine days
wonder. Then She left tho stage, dis
appeared from the photographers
windows. and nobody overheard any
/ more of Miss IIrtty Star!cy.
Its not so very long ago. lie be-
gan, ''tInt it wns my privilege to
lead to lhr altar an exceedingly love
Iy girl. l worshippcd the very ground
She trod upon, sir. My wifi.
was so excessively goo.l-looking as
to attract considerable attention
wherever we went | was proud
Of il at first; but after awhile it be-
gam TO pail. My wife, sir, was IL
young, inexperienced girl, and she
;rit it bitterly. Mine wns n run
lwnv matrli,'' he went on, ''and it
Nude IL considerable amount OF
loise at the time. l live at Wimblc-
'onl-tIosr to the camp, unfortun-
lt"iy for me; and when We returned
from our honeymoon, the Volunteer
Camp was in full swing. 1t seemed
to Inc that when they were not ac-
tnallv engaged in drill of fsl,ootingior
prizes. the greater portion of the Vol
ut%rs occupied their time in walk
in% up and downin front of my house
in order to catch II glympsc ofmy
beautiful wife. I'm not rxngsc";,t-
in!ss--llot the least bit. At last, how
avrr, it lnchInc unlcarablc To both
II us. We determined to seek soli-
tu.lr, and found it at IJcrnr Bay.
"iicrne Bay is the most solitary
)lnrc know 1t is frpqucltrl hy
'"rs"'ls OF limited means with large
f'nrirs. There is II pier Il mile long
II ll"llic Bay; but it was dull
."'riI,l.y dull. We were both
ceiling rather bored. when I
''i''f 'ii 'N'l'1ililttiiNt WIllie l WIS
islilng for bass will 81 rod from the
>l""-lic;d. ] used to fish there the
greater part of the afternoon. |
'nv"r caught anything; but at IL
'';c" lik" 1lrrnr Bay one must do
something. He WAS IL very decent
vn!n.. fellow. and took Il great inter-
st in my fishing III had known at
h" tin" WHO he was. pclaps ]
shouldn't have been quite so ready
to foIegathcr with him. The f;lct is,
he WAS II professional conjurcr; but
h" WIS 81 mos; ",h,lcinlnly Young
!'lInw. and decidedly good-looking.
lie talked about spl'itunlisn; he was
an advanced thinker: and |. from the
lofty pinnacle Of my Grass ignorance,
looked down upon the whole thing
rs 'hosl,. humi'u-. and baldcrlush. ,"
Here. still! sitting on his hands, he
smiled ilnpertnently at me.
"Monsicur kal1lrc (for that was
his professional na,ne) tried to con-
vince me, but in vain. Our stay mt
llrlne Bay WAS drawing to IL close.
I'm going to give Il little scancc here
Tomorrow night said Monsieur
karlcc. 4 shall he wrcntly p,,,srd