The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-08-28

cloth, plates. knives, forks and servi.
cites, small bottle of Chateau Mouton
Rothschild aud a dainty cold chicken.
Their mutual confessions had lessened
embarrassment aud the lady, after
making little moue, said that she was
80 hungry and 50 glad to eat, etc.
They chatted and laughed as the train
sped through the beautiful country, and
by the time southampton was thought
of she had smoked half mild cigarette
and he had kissed her hand.
She readjusted her veil, and no as
sumed his big cloak with sigh as the
whistle of the train signaled the station.
Tho Guernsey boat does not leave
till midnight What are you going to
do! Where will you put up?''
II don't know. Twill never be taken
back alive. And you. you are hunted.
What will you dor
Go OH board my yStht She is lying
off here, and the gig waits for this train
ut the landing steps. I must hail them,
as none Of them know me- My agent
has engaged an entirely new crew, skip
per included. all English ] want no
nihilists on board" And he looked
modify out of the window.
She made q sudden movement, rs if
about to speak, but drew back Again
she leaned forward, and the repetition
reused him from his thoughts. He
looked up and saw her eyes glistening
even through the thick veil. She was
oryingl
"What is the matter7 You are fright
ened Can help you?'
II hardly dare ask you You may
think badly Of mo, but 1 will not be
forced into this detestable marriage.
Can you-may r."
He OWNED her thoughts 'Stay on
board my yacht and board the boat at
midnight? Yes. your ladyship, yes-in
all honor. yes" And he held out both
his hands, and with sob almost hys-
terical she placed her tiny gloves in
them rs the train stopped
They left tho station by side door
unnotioed. and walking down the broad
graveled road with the soft sward and
the old time cannon passed tho crum-
bling walls and found the boat manned
by six bronzed typical yachtsmcn, the
skipper. a fine looking old man, sitting
motionlcss III the stern sheets holding
the yoke lines.
DO you know respectable woman
who can look after this lady until the
mail boat starts?" asked tho prince rs
he handed her carefully Oh board and
passed her portmanteau. She carried
the morocco case herself
We'll, SURF, I've took the libbaty of
invitin my old woman on board today.
She's been q stewardess, surr'
Capital. captain. Now. lads, give
wayp'
Tho boat soon shot alongside beau
tiful schooner yacht. The crew manned
tho gangway rs the prince and Lady
Constance came OH board, and q mother
| ly, sunburned woman oourtesied her
through an eXquisitely furnished saloon
cabin into a bijou boudoir with lace
curtainod bunk and host of feminine
fripperies
II may sail tonight Is oil ready?
Right Take the boat and 60 ashore,
bring off my luggage and anything we
may want from the ships stores And,
johnson, keep the men afoat, but you
just find out if there is any hue and cry
about lady clipping"
Captain Johnson. an old merchant
captain, slowly winked and looked very
knowing. "H 'mP' he said to himself,
II half sspected as much. That's tho
sort of owner likes to sail with. Lots
O. yellow boys kickin about this voyage,
lay"
In about sn hour he returned, and
doffing his peaked cap said mysterious
ly, Il spoke to my cousin, tho pleece-
man, an he says there's lot o. cockney
detectives down a-watchin the station
an the Guernsey packet for some young
'ooman.
Her ladyship had washed all travel
stains away and changed her frock She
looked like fresh rosebud, but her face
grew dcathly pale, her eyes dilated, and
the nervo lines deepenod into marks of
agony when he told her the captains
story. He thought she was going to
faint and made as though to catch her.
! With supreme effort she regained her
self possession and said in boarse
| whisper:
] "Oh, save mel Take me to Guernsey
In your yacht. or will jump over
boardv'
He turned on his heel without reply
Ing and went up the companionway on
deck.
johnson. your wife doesn't mind a
trip to sea?''
"Lor bless yer royal 'ighness, she's
dying for sniff Of the oceanp'
"Get under weigh at once"
faye, aye, sirl All hands ON deck! !
Tumble up, my heartiesp'
Her face flushed deeply when she
heard the clank of the chain pump and
the Tapping of the foresail, and she