Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1892-09-22
Still he fingered long and lovingly o,

der the intensity of his love and long
ing, became not bad picture.
The day gradually heightened until he
recognized that he must turn his atten-
tion to the others of the group or miss
them by nightfall.
They might get off at some destina-
ton north of New York. He must hasten.
With feverish anxiety, intensified by
the thought of her possible escape from
him, he put away the paints and took to
his pencil.
By ynightfall he had sketched the group,
so that all its characters might be recog-
nized by the detectives whom he already
purposed putting on the case if he should
miss them.
Mr.. Henshall concluded that in the
dining car at dinner he should have the
pleasure of sitting at the table next to
the group. To his utter disappointment
dinner was served to the party in the
seclusion of the drawing room.
He entered the dining car ON the last
call and resorted to stiinulants to urge
his brain into some suggestion for his
relief. He returned to his section and
called the conductor, having evolved no
other scheme.
"Can you tell me the names of the
party in the drawing room and their des-
tinationY" he queried anxiously.
II do not know their names," replied
the official, las the room was merely
marked off to party of four. How
ever, know that their destination is
New York, and that they have transfer
tickets either for some steamer OF rail
road. In case Of the latter they should
be bound southwark; if abroad, their
course is but wild conjecture"
"Find out for me where they are going
and l will pay you $40"
Every well, sir" But that was the last
he saw of the conductor
When darkness set in the 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 theravish-
ing arias of Chopin, Schumann and other
masters.
If she was exquisitely beautiful to him
before, what could describe her when
pouring her very soul into music? 1t
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 entrancing
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
violin and charm her friends; but in love
as he was the music of the maiden for
whom he was hungering seemed to pale
the efforts Of those great artists.
The very motion of the car was in
harmony with her time. Passengers
threw away their novels and listened.
The old man in theedrawing room closed
his eyes as if in rapturous sleep. The
villainous looking man, as if fascinated,
thrust his face as near to hers as he
could without disturbing the player, and
his looks showed passion, longing, and a
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 seek
her couch.
Had the young man heard what was
said within, his anxiety would have been
increased to fever heat, but he had not
that privilege, much to his later disad-
vantage.
Soon the lights within the drawing
room went out; the group had retired.
Long in contemplation the young man
sat. At last, merely to relieve the por-
ter, all the remaining passengers being
in bed, he betook himself to his couch.
1t was hours before his tired brain would
rest, and it was broad daylight before he
awoke to violently spring to the floor
and dress himself. The car was stand
ing in the yards Of the Grand Central
depot. The berths were all made up,
and the open doors Of the drawing room
showed that his bird had flown. He
sought the porter in a rage.
"Where have they gone-the people in
the drawing roomT he almost shouted.
Don't know, sab. Don't know nothin'
tall about it. Train get heah at o'clock
dis mawnin'. De passenges get up when
da pleases. Specs de folks got up when
da pleased"
Mr.. Henshall sat down moment to
clear his brain. He was stunned.
Most of the night he had tossed in bed,
hoping for an accident, crash, fire,
anything, that he might spring to her
rescue. Nothing of the kind had hap
pened. Instead he had gone to sleep like
a stone and let her escape.
1t was now 10 o'clock. Six hours had
elapsed, sufficient for the party to have
escaped by European steamer or to the
south, or worse, perhaps to their home
in the vast city of New York, where one
individual is mere drop in the ocean,
grain of sand in the Sahara, moth
on a great sequeia of California
The man arose and sought the quar-
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