The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-02-09

ately that May wondered, while he
thanked her in broken words for her
love aud trust.
At this moment light was seen In the
trees afar off, and whistle sounded.
sAh," he cried, s.they arc after me al
ready. Even now, May, almost think
myself coward to ask yon to share my
troubles and dangers. Perhaps, aftea
all'--
Hush, Guy!1 she said; ''let us go.
Every moment increases your danger
Across the grounds. they hurried, and
were coon in the highway.
Here closed carriage was waiting,
and helping May in, Guy gave tie word
to the driver, and they were soon speed
ing away at a rattling pace from L Es-
TRANCE Park
May lay silent in her lovers arms.
She felt no desire to talk; and even II
she had, the rafting of the carriage as
it sped along SO swiftly would have pre-
vented her from doing so intelligibly.
Left thus to her thoughts, she could
call herself happy.
She was oppressed by dread of she
knew not what, and again and again
she was On the point Of withdrawing
herself from her lovers arms and say.
ing words which would have stopped
that flight forever.
Brave or not, she fought with this
feeling and conquered it; 50 much so,
that when the vehicle drew up with
jerk at the first railway station that Guy
dared stop at she awoke from sleep she
had been enjoying in her lovers arms.
In the train Guy disguised himself
even more, putting thick muller round
his neck, and subsiding into corner
with his arm round MAYS waist and her
head resting on his shoulder.
London was reached in the small
hours of the morning, and Guy at once
chartering cab, ordered the driver to
take them at full speed to an obscure
street in south London suburb.
1t was extraordinary to May to see
how clear sighted he was through it all,
as if everything had been arranged be-
forehand
.Where are we going, Guy2" she asked,
IS they ratified EDWARDS through the
somewhat grimy streets.
ssTo Mrs. Preston's," he said, San old
servant of my aunt's. l will leave you
there, for I must hide away in far more
dismal spots than that, while this hue
and cry is after me. She is a good old
soul, honest and trustworthy, but you
must not confide in her too much. Here
you must be Miss Maud Rivers, and I
must pass as Tom Hartley thoughtof
those names on the road, and telegraphed
to the worthy old soul, SO she will be
quite ready to welcome u.s.
Again that unaecolmtabIe, uneom-
Portable feeling passed through Mays
whole being, a dread that she had done
wrong, feeling, in fact, which she did
not like to confess to herself.
Mrs. Preston was all that Guy had
said, kind, respectable and hearty in her
welcome.
She at once drew May into room
with a bright fire, very acceptable on
that muggy morning; but Guy would
not come in.
81 must not be seen about in the day
light, my darling" he said. 81 must
get away while the day is dull and
heavy. Expect me tonight directly it
is dark. will arrange about the spe-
cial license, and we can be married in
three days"
After which it seemed strange that
directly he Quilted the street he hailed
a hanson and ordered the driver to take
him to the Clarendon club, which he
entered quite openly, and passed into
the coffee room as usual.
What could this mean? Was GUY de-
ceiving his trusting little tiancee after
all?
Time passed very YEARLY for May
Fielding in the dismal little house at
Brixton, with nothing to amuse her but
the duh babble of the well meaning
iandlady, the perusal of some out of date
books, and the contemplation of the mo-
notonous row of houses opposite. varied
only by the different color of blind or
the disposition of a flower.
Guy she saw little Of
He came for few minutes only ON the
first evening, saying that even this short
visit, which began and ended in the
H-toeeetoCs Pnes ~ bA1G pStn VI lie, dfiQ
regretting in bitter terms the necessity
which would force them to be married
In the dismal little parlor Of the Brixton
lodging house.
However, it was heaven where she
was, and so on, and off he was again.
A dull pain was at Mays heart as be
left her, and she hurried up to her little
room.
Was her awakening coming? And
ought she not be thankful, if it were so,
that it did not come too late?
She wept bitter tears; she blamed her
self for her Inconsistency; she murmured
the name of "Guy, darling Guy" and
begged him, as if present, to forgive her;
and yet she craved to be at home at the
lodge with Clare and Mrs. Raymond,
and found herself wondering whether,
after all, she could ever have loved him
at all, for the feeling, all mastering as it
had been, seemed fast dying out.
"Neyer mind" she said, as her poor
aching lead rested on a wet pillow that
night; 81 must go through with it all
now for Guys sake. No doubt my feel
h1gs are only those of foolish, fright
ened girl. Never shall Guy be able to
say that fed from and betrayed him in
his hour OF danger"
For two days she saw nothing Of her
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