The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1890-10-02

his brain into some suggestion for his
relief. lie returned 10 his section and
called the conductor. having evolved no
other scheme.
Can yon tel! me the names of the
party in the drawing room and tiieir des-
tinationf' he queried anxiously.
Il do not know their Names" replied
the official, "as the room was merely
marked off 10 a party Of fonr. How
ever. know that their destination il
New York, and that they have transfer
tickets either for some steamer or rail
road. In case Of the latter they should
be bound southwark il abroad. their
course is but "a wild conjecture"
Find out for me where they are going
and | will pay you $40"
Very well. sir" But that was the last
he saw Of the conductor.
When darkness set in tho brilliant
electric lights of the Wagner palace IN.
creased the intensity of the picture in
the mirror.
At last Henshall observed some move.
ment in the drawing room.
The girl took violin, and tuned it to
suit her practised little ear. Soon there
began to float through the car the ravish.
ing arias of Chopin, Schumann and other
masters
II she was exquisitely beautiful to him
before, what could describe her when
pouring her very soul into music? II
was then that the beautiful brown eyes
| vindicated his sense of the artistic and
his love of their color.
In the mystic spell of that enhancing
music he could see clearly through the
perfection of her lingering, bowling
technique, finish and grace into her very
soul, which was mirrored in her eyes.
He had listened to Ole Bull in times
past, to Sembrich and even to Christine
Nilsson when she had chosen to seize O
violin and charm her friends; but in love
as he was the music of the maiden fol
whom he was hur gering seemed to pale
| the efforts of those great artists.
The very motion of the car was in
harmony with her time. Passenger
threw away their novels and listened
The old man in the drawing room closed
his eyes as if in rapturous sleep. The
villainous looking man, as if fascinated
| thrust his face as near to hers as h,
could without disturbing the player, and
his looks showed passion, longing, and q
malicious intent which maddened Hen
| shall.
AS suddenly as the music commenced
it ceased. The girl arose and put away
| her violin softly and with caress. Evi
| IDENTIFY she was tired and wished to seel
| her couch.
Had the young man heard what wa
said within, his anxiety would have beer
increased to fever heat, but he had no
that privilege, much to his later disad
vantage.
Soon the lights within the drawin,
room went out; the group had retired.
Long in contemplation the young maj
sat. At last, merely to relieve the por
ter, all the remaining passengers bein,
in bed, he betook himself to his couch
1t was hours before his tired brain woul,
rest. and it was broad daylight before h
awoke to violently spring to the foo
and dress himself. The car was stand
ing in the yards of the Grand Contra
depot. The berths were all made up
and the open doors of the drawing room
showed that his bird had flown H
sought the porter III rage.
Where have they gone-the people il
the drawing roomT' he almost shouted.
Don't know, sab. Don't know nothin
tall about it. Train get heah at o'clocl
dis mawnin'. De passenges get up whel
da pleases. Specs de folks got up whel
da pleased"
Mr.. Henshall sat down moment +
clear his brain. He was stunned.
Most of the night he had tossed in bed
hoping for an accident, crash, a fire
anything, that he might spring to he
rescue. Nothing of the kind had hap
pened. Instead he had gone to sleep ik
stone and let her escape.
1t was now 10 o'clock. Six hours ha'
elapsed, sufficient for the party to hav
escaped by European steamer or to tn
south, or worse, perhaps to their hom
in the vast city OF New York, where on
individual is mere drop in the ocean
grain of sand in the Sahara, mot
ON great sequeia of California.
The man arose and sought the guar
ters of the cabmen. They could tell hin
nothing. No one had taken party o
four. They might have taken a stree
car or carriage of their own or Wake
to some near hotel, or worse, taken tn
elevated railway direct to the dock o
some morning sailing steamer.
There was absolutely no hope. Ii
despair the man wandered away, vic
lently clutching his painted portraits
the only possible clew in the case.