The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1894-08-30
We seem in trouble together. I" and she
laughed merrily. do you know half
Thought Won were a datactiva?''

laughed merr1ly. do You know hall
thought you were q detective?'
BY this time he had returned to his
hamper and produced deity a table
cloth, plates, knives, forks and servi.
cites, small bottle of Chateau Mouton
Rothschild and a dainty cold chicken.
Their mutual confessions had lessened
embarrassment, and the lady, after
making little moue, said that she was
10 hungry and SO 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 he as
sumed his big cloak with sigh as the
whistle Of the train signaled the station.
1.-The 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 do?"
go on board my yacht. She is lying
of here, and the gig waits for this train
at the landing steps. must hail them,
as none of them know me- My agent
has engaged an entirely new crew, skip
per included, all English I 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
crying!
''What is the matter? You are fright
ened. Can l help you?''
Il hardly dare ask you. You may
think badly of me, but will not be
forced into this detestable marriage
Can you-may p
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 a sob almost hys-
terical she placed her tiny gloves in
them as the train stopped
They left the station by a 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, a fine looking old man, sitting
motionless in the stern sheets holding
the yoke lines
''Do you know a 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 ibbaty of
invitin my old woman on board today.
She's been stewardess, SUIT"
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
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
captain, slowly winked and looked very
knowing. ''H'mv' he said to himself.
II half s'spected as much. That's the
sort of owner likes to sail with. Lots
o. yellow boys kickin about this voyage
I lay"
In about an hour he returned, and
dofing his peaked cap said mysterious
ly, II spoke to my cousin, the 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 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 supreme effort she regained her
self possession and said in hoarse
whisper:
"Oh, save me! Take me to Guernsey
in your yacht, or l will jump over
boardr'
He turned on his heel without reply
ing and went up the companionway Oh
deck.
johnson, your wife doesn't mind a
trip to sea?'
"Lor bless yer royal 'ighness. she's
dying for sniff Of the ocean!'
"Get under weigh at once"
AYE, aye, sir! All hands on deck!
Tumble up, my hearties!''
Her face flushed deeply when she
heard the clank of the chain pump and
the Tapping of the foresail, and she
thanked him with both hands and a
sweet smile
Under a good scuthwesterly breeze
the yacht spun along merrily, throwing