The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-09-24

- "a 49, 70 sprins Into he ehaiss. While
49, rissr furicI1iy whipps1uv N uct,s.
tnd Ws6 out Of sight.
The other Rentismen. 4 set bc,I4
amounted, could not follow. Pnuoncp stood
4ghast N
father. What fate would have been
yours unhappy child. II you had gone
timei The man would have made you bic
mistress for awhile and then deecrted
you III EA
a.oh, nor cried Fatiesssl nut be-
feared you would forbid our marriage;
and vas TO beg your pardon whom once
was his wife, and We trusted you would
grant Il to US out OF your love for me-
Idiotf the father cried. An honor
able man would have come TO mo 1t once.
Il may BE- some knaye who hoped that
would keep him In comfort after he was
my daughters husband. but no gentle
man would have run away after that
fashion. There was something that made
him fear to explain himself A harberis
prentice, no doubt, whose fine airs you
mistook for good manners. never
dreamed my daughter could be 80 silly
and so unfilial.
aThen ne took her home, and az or
awhile be forRAve her. He would never
trust her away at school again, he said /;
but no doubt she really believed all the
fellow said TO her.
He forgave her, but Patience could not
forgive him. She thought her heart
broken, and lived only In hopes that
Reginald Bruce would find some way Of
writing to her or Of sending her message.
But this never happened; and with her
grief and her modification Patience quite
broke down. and the doctor advised her
father TO give his child q change Of air
and scene II he wished TO save her life and
reason.
Patience neither desired to stay nor TO
go. She merely sat playing with her
fingers like maniac, while old Deborah
who had nursed her as child, packed
her dresses and jewelry, and one day she
stepped into the big travelling coach,
without caring where It was to take her
and was driven away.
I'm those days people who could afford
1t travelled In their own coaches and stop
ped at the inns at night, and this of
course they intended to do; but somehow
the driver lost his way, and whom day
closed he had not found II.
We shall be on the road all niQhtf
cried Deborah, wringing her hands.
And what II we are9 said Patience.
Hold your peace and let me sleep.
What II we arer cried Deborah. Ahi
you will know that. Miss Patience, II Cap
tain Squier and his men are abroad to-
night VI
"'who is Captain Squierr asked Pa
thence.
s'The fiercest and cruellest highway
man on the road, said Deborah.
Ay,' said the coachman, he spares no
one
/ But atience did not care for even that.
The coach drove slowly along, the
driver hoMng to find that he was right.
The sky Was cloudy, the moon half hidden
most Of the time.
Suddenly. where great trees stood On
either side of the road and touched
touched branches overhead. some one
cried, Halt 80
The reins were seized ON either hand,
the coachman dragged from his box and
bound. A man advanced TO the door and
opened 1t. ~ FS As
Your money and any .valuables you
may have about your persons. ladies', he
said. We do not wish to harm you, but
do not attempt to hide Jewell a
Deborah uttered shrek.
1t Is Captain Squier! size cried,
sat your service" he said. Come. come:
your purse
1t IL my masters money In charge to
pay my young lady's expenses said old |
Deborah. not my own
What do carer Hand it over. said |
the man.
The light OF lantern which he opened
n Vran Hn I'D he Rnn NJ nj
three, and Patience uttered cry.
'Reginaldr she said. 1t is Reginald /
As she spoke the man Axe his eyes
upon her. She had thrown back her veil |
and for the first time he saw her features.
'Patiener be moaned 'Patiencer
Then you are not Captain Squler?
This fs Q ruse to meet me- Patience
sobbed. She held out her arms toward
him. He took her In his own.
Darling. he said might lie and SO
delude you, but indeed am that hated,
hunted highwayman whom men call Cap
tain Squier. That Is why dared not face
your father and fed before him like
coward that night. for whom they catch
me they will hang me on the gallows, tree
But loved you. and | would never have
told you what was had we escaped to-
gether. lwouid have lived an honest life
In other lands. i meant to do nay best
and make you happy and forsake this
calling. It is too late now The truth
will help you to forget me- snail never
forget you. Oh, my love! my treasurer
He put her from him and closed the
door. a
Unbind the coachman there 7 he cried.
Place him on the box and guide him safe
until within sight OF Cross Roads Inn.
Then return to me, you know where.
These are friends 0; mine within the car
rage
Patience. struggling in old Deborahs
arms, saw. him lift his hat and stand mo-
tionless as the carriage drove away.
Let me go to him = she cried What
ever he may be, love him.
Then, happily, she lost consciousness.
and only recovered In a bed at the old inn,
where they had placed her.
When Patience told me this story"
said the old lady. .she was happily mar
ried to an excellent gentleman. and felt
that she had escaped frightful danger.
She for one. you may be sure, never re-
GREETED not having married her first love-"
'Oh, grandma!" cried Kitty, amid her