The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1894-10-06

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cloak? ''Ccme, now," anxiously, ga
lady? An elopement?"
No, no, and again no! Nothing SO
Joyous. He was Prince Paul Demtoff
and had fallen between two stools
had incurred the enmity of the imperial
court through coquetting with the III
hiIists. That meant the Alexiefsky Ra-
velin or the fortress of Peter and Paul
i'll St. Petersburg, and, on the other
hand. funding the party Of progress" 60
ing too far, he was threatened with
death for dcserting the rcd flag.
You must pardon NE, prince. but
we seem in trocA.> tut:urheT, and she
laughed Elerrily, DO you know l half
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, u small bottle, of Chateau Mouton
Rothschild and a dainty cold chicken.
Their mutual confessions had lessened
embarrassment, and the lady, after
making a little moue, said that she was
SO 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 a mild cigarette
and he had kissed her hand.
She readjusted her veil, and he as
sumed his big cloak with a 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:"
Il don't know. Twill never be taken
back alive. And you. you are hunted.
What will you do?"
go ON board my .facht. She is lying
off here, and the gig waits for this train
at the landing steps. l must hail them,
as none of them know me. My agent
has engaged al entirely new crew. skip
per included, all English. 1 want no
nihilists on board" And he looked
modify out of the window.
She made a 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
e't-i ehLiouSl lAo CAl0h Nei1. Ouo Wao
crying!
"What is the matter? You are fright
ened. Can I help you?"
Il hardly dare ask you. You may
think badly of me, but l will not be
forced into this detestable marriage.
! Can you-may p
He OWNED her thoughts. "Stay On
hoorl p,r -oobf o1,I hoorl 41n boot nj
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
graveMd 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 q 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 iibbaty of
invitin my old woman On board today.
She's been a stewardess, surr."
Capital, captain. Now, lads, give
way!''
The boat soon shot alongside a beau
tiful schooner yacht. The crew manned
the gangway as the prince and Lady
Constance came on board, and q mother
~, sunburned woman coUrtesied her
through an exquisitely furnished saloon
cabin into Il bijou. boudoir with a lace
curtained bunk and o hest Of feminine
fripperies.
Il 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 cut if there is any hue and Cry
about a lady clipping"
Captain Johnson, an old merchant
captain, slowly winked and looked very
knowing. finn he said to himself,
Il half s'spected as much. That's the
sort of owner I likes to sail with. Lots
O. yellow boys kickin about this voyage,
l lay"
In about All hour he returned, and
doffing his peaked cap said mysterious
ly, Il spoke to my cousin. the piece
man, an he says there's q let O. c~ocl:ney
detectives down a-watclia the station
an the Guernsey packetfcr some young
'ooman."
Her ladyship lad washed al travel
stains away and changed her frocE. She