Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1891-06-11


but which he thoroughly understood
when Stevenson cautiously showed him
the telegram that had dropped from
the girls pocket
81 picked it up all unbeknown to her,
ye see; ther she Is q sitting in the wait
In room, and here It be, snl no one the
wiser, hoorah, StebbinS. = and quite
out Of breath the little nan leaned
back against the weather-beaten old
building and famed himself with his
great hat, while his friend and partner
slowly and painfully deciphered the
important message:
CHICAGO, Ill, June q po.-M. D. Greysou:
Marcia-Good neWsl An coming. Be ready 70
leave at once. DICK.
Stevenson was about to explode with
Joy, but Farmer Stebbins placed his
great hand over his mouth and kept 1t
there till he. could recover himself
Then he said: ''See here, Steve, don't
want to be little about this thing; there
amt much goes on here to interest the
boys; oughtn't we take 'em IN on this,
Jest favored few, ye know, eh2"
Mr.. Stevenson being agreed It was
the only honorable course to pursue,
Farmer Stebbins hurried on to get the
boys before the train should come.
When the Chicago express finally came
putting into Bewleyville, quite crowd
of curious citizens were there to meet
it. As the train stopped tall, hand
some, manly young fellow swung him
self of the platform, glanced around
for some one, and, seeing the girl
standing alone, hurried through the lit
tie group of nodding, whispering peo-
pie, to her, and taking her hands In his,
bent and kissed the happy face turned
up to him. He murmured something
in her ear that the crowd did not catch,
and drawing her small gauntlet hand
through his arm, they hurried OF thor
oughly unconscious Of being the OBJ
served of all observers. Down a mar
row, crooked alley Farmer Stebbins
ran, followed by the gaSping Mr.. Ste
venson, as fast as his short legs would
carry him. The goal was reached
none too soon, for as they hurried In
the back door of the red sront liv-
cry barn" the unconscious couple hur-
ried in the front. The favored few
fell in through windows, CT awled In
through cracks and scrambled over
each other in seeking q place of look
out,
81 left orders to have my horse ready
at this time" the girl asked, looking
around at Mr.. Stevenson. Where is
| hep"
But the little man had not recovered
his breath sufficiently after his run to
be able to answer, so-he stood nodding
and gasping.
Get him ready at once" the young
man said.
Farmer stebbins here stepped for
ward.
"sir," he said, that air horse will
not be gotten ready this day, sir"
what do you mean?"
Nothing has happened Chester, has
there?" the frightened girl cried.
NO, miss; the horse is safe enough.
1t amt that. You know what 1t Is,
| Miss Leland?"
He paused to see what effect the
name would have upon her, but she
seemed not to have heard him and stood
| looking with wondering eyes
''Yes, you know. If 'tweren't that
| your pa is such an esteemed friend of
mine wouldn't have took this step,
but it's to save his heartache l."
why, what has papa got to do with
it?'' she broke in.
Never mind the man, Marcia, he is
| a crazy-here man." GreysOn said turn
ing to Stevenson, II give you five min
utes to hitch that horse up; be quick
about it."
The tone and accompanying look
frightened that little man and he moved
as II to obey but was detained by Farm
er Stebbins, who would have spoken,
but that Dick Greyson whirled him
around with no gentle hand and de-
| manded to know what he meant.
"Mean," the infuriated farmer cried,
"mean, sir; 1 mean this runaway match
shall not go on; that's what l mean.
Greyson's hand fell to his side and the
red front livery barn" was never
| filed with such peals of laughter as
rung through it then. a deep bass
laugh from Dick Greyson's strong
throat, a pretty soprano from the girl
by his side and round full chorus from
the favored few.
When quiet was finally restored
young Mrs. Greyson said: 80 you
thought we were running away to be
married? Why, we did that three years
ago. Show them the message from
papa, Dick, as proof" Whereupon q
message was handed Farmer Stebbins
to read. The silence was intense while
he proceeded to read:
CAsT1EToN, June %, 'oo-Richard Greyson:
| Dear Son-Important business. Come to BeT-
leyville Marcia will meet you.
| G.. R LELAND.
They wanted to apologize, but young
Mrs Greyson declared, as they tucked
the robes In around her and patted
Chester's glossy coat before they started
for home, that it was a very pretty COM
pliment to be mistaken for her young
sister and thought to be runaways
when people had been so long married
as they.-CincinnaH Post.
How He Got Them.
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