Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1889-01-10

carriage. Wrap a rain cloak about you.
will wear my ulster. No one will know US
or notice u.s."
"But, Paul"
"Hush! l will take you to my mothers
You will be married as her daughter should
Once you are my wife-let them whistle y
AS he said these words the lugubriou:
blast of the steam whistle, which had beer
silent for some time during temporary
lifting of the fog, wheezed forth longer
hoarser note than usual
Clarice laughed Historically.
Paul joined her.
That's the bank presidents voice wher
he gets the news. You will hear him al
over Chicago" he said.
"Too-oot," the fog signal again.
That's Mrs. Winterfeld as she goes into
commissions"
The two plotters fell to giggling and laugh
ing to such an extent that the Captain be
came fairly nervous for fear he should
laugh too and betray himself.
He had got only part of their plan. and
now, like the callow things they were, they
must lose sight of the momentous issues
before them and waste time in reckless
merriment.
Drexel was the first to grow grave.
at is our last chance, Clarice-the very
last and only-positively. You aunt will
forgive me when she knows l am news.
paper man and may write her up"
Are you sure l ought, Paul! What il
you should get tired of me, and we should
have to be divorced!"
mo place where it could be done cheaper
or easier than in Chicago"
Then both laughed again.
If the Captains face could have been
seen, too, all the wrinkles round his ewes
would have been found puckered into their
funniest radius.
1--WE can't have cottage, Clarice, but we
can live in boarding house. Think of it
Don't recklessly throw away such posi-
bilities. offer you all-all, without resery-
ation-except, perhaps, this cigar. May |
light itl''
Let me do it."
She struck match, bit off the end of a
cigar with a wry face, and her whole coun-
tenance glowed rudy like bunch of pop
pies, as she drew it to bright tip.
See, sweetheart what you are to do for
me-a helpmeet indeed"
'Well, Paul, If don't repent and recant
between now and five O'Clock. I'll do it.'
Then it's bargain. You won't ruin me
break my heart by refusingl You won't
be fickle-afraida'
''N-no."
go in now and sleep some. / will tap at
your door in time. Good night. Be stead
fast
The deck was lonely after she went in.
According to schedule the boat was tied
up a little after four o'clock They began
unloading freight. The passengers stray
gled of, secured their baggage and disap-
peared.
1t was very hot morning ashore, but the
Captain saw a stalwart gentleman, buttoned
to the throat in an ulster, lead slim. tall,
housekeeping lady in rain-coat and gray
veil, down the gang-plank.
Good Lord / didn't mean to see them
/ can't give any Information" muttered the
old salt to himself.
And he got behind a pile of boxes and
waited, with broad smile on his face, for a
full minute.
1t seemed all settled. but it was not.
Somebody had heard besides the Captain.
As the fugitives halted a moment in sup
posed safety, Mr.. Cumberland CALAMITY
handed Mrs. Winterfield down the plank,
and then her daughter.
''Claricer' called the elder lady. Come
and identify your trunk and then we viii
all go up in the carriage together
If Paul Drexel was startled by this sud-
den contretemps he did not betray it. He
had been in too many emergencies to be at
all abashed by one defeat
He lifted his hat in polite good morning,
gave his services in getting their luggage
separated from that Of other passengers,
assisted the ladies into the carriage and
barred his very handsome head as they drove
away.
Clarice stifled sob or two under her veil,
but at length, remembering how magnif-
Gently Paul had behaved, disarming by his
manner, she felt sure, any suspicion that
either Of them had had any idea Of misbe-
having, she abandoned her tears for q quiet
smile. She was certain in her heart that
SC cool man as Paul would find some other
way out of the difficulty.
Mrs Winterfeld was in a profound study
Tor the entire hour it took them to reach
their own door. She was shocked at the