Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-10-18

do! Where Will you put up?'
II don't know. Twill never be taken
back alive. And you. you are hunted.
What will you do?"
go on board my yacht. She is lying
off here, and the gig waits for this train
at 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 sudden movement, as 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
cryingl
"What is the matter? You are fright
ened. Can I help you?''
II hardly dare ask you. You may
think badly Of me, but I will not be
forced into this detestable marriage
Can you-may p
He OWNED her thoughts. "Stay on
board my yacht and board tho boat at
midnight? Yes. your ladyship, yes-in
all honor, yes. p" And he held out both
his hands, and with sob almost hys-
terical she placed her tiny gloves in
them as the train stopped.
They left the station by side door
unnoticed, and walking down the broad
graveled road with the soft sward and
the old time cannon passed the crum-
bling walls and found the boat manned
by six bronzed typical yachtsmen, the
skipper, fine looking old man, sitting
motionless in the stern sheets holding
the yoke lines.
"Do you know respectable woman
who can look after this lady until the
mail boat starts?" asked the prince as
he handed her carefully on board and
passed her portmanteau. She carried
the morocco case herself
"Well, SURF, I've took the libbaty Of
invitin my old woman on board today
She's been a stewardess, SURF
Capital, captain. Now, lads, give
way!"
The boat soon shot alongside beau
tiful schooner yacht. The crew manned
the gangway as the prince and Lady
Constance came on board, and mother
ly, sunburned woman courtesied her
through an exquisitely furnished saloon
cabin into bijou boudoir with lace
curtained bunk and host of feminine
fripperies.
II may sail tonight. Is all ready?
Right. Take the boat and go 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
slowly winked and looked very
knowing. "H'mp' he said to himself,
II half Suspected as much. That's the
sort of owner I likes to sail with. Lots
O. yellow boys kickin about this voyage,
I lay"
In about an hour he returned, and
doffing his peaked cap said mysterious
", II spoke to my cousin, the pleece-
man, an he says there's a lot O. cockney
detectives down a-watchin the station
an the Guernsey packet for some young
CONAN"
Her ladyship had washed all travel
stains away and changed her frock. She
looked like fresh rosebud, but her face
grew deathly pale, her eyes dilated, and
The nerve lines deepened 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 a supreme effort she regained hef
'elf possession and said in a hoarse
whisper:
"Oh, save me! Take me to Guernsey
n your yacht, or will jump over
)oardp
He turned on his heel without reply.
ng and went up the companionway on
leck.
johnson, your wife doesn't mind a
rip to sea?'
"Lor bless yer royal 'ighness, she's
lying for a sniff Of the ocean"
"Get under weigh at once"
AYE, aye, siri All hands on deckl
tumble up, my hearties!''
Her face flushed deeply when she
leard the clank Of the chain pump and
he tapping Of the foresail, and she
banked him with both hands and
weet smile.
Under good south westerly breeze
he yacht spun along merrily, throwing
he foam in long, beautiful, featherlike
urves from her clipper stern.
The lady stood leaning dreamily
gainst the side ropes, and the prince,
n experienced sailor evidently, took
he tiller and threaded the way careful
= through the crowd Of craft. For q
ime neither spoke; then, abruptly Civ.
ng the management to the appreciative-
= critical skipper, he beckoned her into
he cabin.
II will land you at Guernsey tomor-
ow morning." he said, but I have
cen deceiving you. I am not Prince
'aul Demtoff. I am his valet. I have
obbed him Of 100000 rubles and
m now going to the Argentine in his ,
acht, " and he stood up rigidly and
iced her.
She smiled and said calmly: Every
bod! Take me with you. I am not {
ady Constance Azuregore. am her
laid, but I've got her jewel case. -
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