Milford chronicle., 1889-07-19

and the beautiful dark, brown hair, which
hung over shoulders in the prevailing style,
was soft as floss silk, and rippled like the
bosom of a meadow brook when it flows over
a bed Of pebbles
But so lost was / in contemplating the
charms Of this fair creature that suddenly
remembered / was not looking sharp as
Cathcart had ordered me, and turned to
regard my unsuspecting Jorlette-
II a criminal he was a very self possessed
one. He had finished his pie and was pick
ing his teeth with quill and furtively re-
garding his boots, which, by peculiar tight
ness and stiffness Of look, judged were new
ones. Occasionally he felt of them, as il,
perhaps, his corns were pinched, and once
was sure he muttered something like an oath
as he rubbed his long white fingers over the
locality of his great toe.
There was nothing to be done with him
until we reached Liverpool, unless he at
tempted to leave the train, so ! might as
well cultivate the acquaintance Of my pretty
little seat mate.
She was somewhat shy, but after a while
l managed to overcome her reserve, and we
chatted pleasantly like old friends
She had not been much from home, and
was a little timid about travelling alone. She
started nervously every time the car gave a
lurch, and l deemed it my duty to put my
arm around the back Of the seat to calm her
fears.
She had such horror OF railway accidents
she said, after her Aunt Jane had predicted
before she left, that something dreadful was
going to happen her; and then she lifted her
large, melting eyes to my face, and drew
the arm down from the seat and let it rest
on her shoulder. Men are the natural pro
tectors Of women, you know.
We talked on various subjects. My sweet
companion was very well informed, and her
language was simple and well chosen. Be
fore was hardly aware Of 1t had told her
that was detective and that was making
this journey expressly to help capture JOr-
lette-that notorious Jorlette.
She shuddered and drew little nearer to me.
"Dear mel" said she, nervously, lit must
be dangerous business. This JOrlette, have
heard, is a desperate character. Pray, oh,
do pray be careful
And she dropped her voice so near to a
whisper, and threw so much expression into
her beautiful eyes that could not resist ten
derby pressing the white hand 50 near my
own, whispered, am afraid, something that
would look absurd on paper.
That was a very delightful trip to me. and
l think it must have been not altogether un-
pleasant to the young lady, for her cheeks
were red and her eyes bright as we approach
ed the terminus. She was going TO her sister,
who lived two or three miles inland from
Liverpool, so she had TO leave me before my
journey was ended.
The train only halted for a moment, but
managed to press a warm kiss on her lips,
and to beg her to give me her address that'I
might call on her.
She smiled archly up into my face.
81 will drop you line within a week, Mr.
Dayton" she said sweetly. "Let me see
your first name isl
"Alphonse. No. 3u T street, Liver.
pool for the next ten days. Good-by, dar-
ling" and l kissed her again, and saw the
door close behind her with a dull feeling Of
pain inside the left section of my waistcoat.
But resolutely put my pretty unknown
out of my mind, and devoted myself to look
ing sharp at Jorlette, who had evidently
fallen asleep. Talk about the uneasiness of
a guilty conscience, indeedi
At Liverpool Mr. Cathcart stepped into
the car before any one had left it. He swept
his eye over the occupants, and a look Of
blank dismay settled on his face
"Thunderationln cried he; sis it possible
you have let him skipf
"He is there" said I, triumphantly, point
ing to my red headed fellow passenger.
"Thatw said Cathcart, in a tone Of ineffa-
bic contempt. "Alf, you're a fool. That
man is the Rev. John Pennicut, rector of St
Thomas church, Cumberwell. How do you
do, SRI" shaking hands with the pie eater.
As for me- was looking around for a con
venient knot hole to crawl into but there
seemed to be no such thing around loose.
Ctofhoar-f ftrrr,oT trv,ou mo Oor,o1-r
"Where in the deuce is JorletteF' he ex-
claimed, savagely. Did not order you to
look SHARPE
"Yonder reverend gentleman was the only
one on the train in any wise answering Jor.
lettes description" said l, doggedly.
The guard came up at that moment and
substantiated my statement, and Cathcart
was obliged to swallow his modification with
as good grace as possible. His information
relative to JOrlette's being traveller by the
1880 mail had come from one Of his most re-
liable men, but there had been some mistake
somewhere. We were not to pocket the two
thousand pounds reward IN hurry
A week afterward received letter, writ
ten on pink paper, perfumed and elegant
generally. transcribe it:
NY DEAR Mr.. DAYTON; Hereby / fulfill my
promise Of dropping you line within a week. ]
am hOurshing, and hope you are also. My Aunt
James presentiment did not prove prophetic. ]
am on my way to America, where expect to be
elected 20 congress with the rest Of my stripe
Give my love to old Cathcart You have no idea |
how funny It feels to have your lips pressed by q
mans lips when you happen to be 10 man yourself |
Sorry you arenot to get the two thousand pOupds; |
but self preservation is the first law Of nature
Faithfully yours PIERRE JORIEFTE
Well, the secret was outl
himself, and Cathcart and were done brown. |
We kept the secret between us, and have |
not yet given over our search for Jorlette |
but / greatly fear that the two thousand |
pounds will never fall into our hands New |
York News.