The herald., 1894-09-23

hand. finding the party Of progress" so
ing too far, he was threatened with
death for deserting the red flag.
''Yon must pardon me. prince. but
we seem in trouble together. and she
laughed merrily. do you know half
thought you were detective?'
By this time he had returned to his
hamper and produced deftly table
cloth, plates, knives, forks and servi-
cites, a small bottle of Chateau Mouton
Rothschild and 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 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?"
81 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. l must hail them,
as none Of them know me. My agent
has engaged an entirely new crew, skip
per included all English. want no
IL l. IL
moodily 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 tho thick veil. She was
cryingl
"What is the matter? You are fright
ened. Can help your"
81 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
board my yacht and board the boat at
midnight? Yes, your ladyship, yes-in
all honor, yes. And he held ont both
his hands, and with sob almost hys-
terical she placed her tiny gloves in
them as the train slapped.
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, q fine looking old man, sitting
motionlecs 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, surr, I've took the libbatwpf
invitin my OLD woman on board today.
She's been stewardess, sJiiT. - II
. Capital. captain. Now lads, g3ye
wayp' lss
The boat soon shot alongside beaI4
tiful schooner yacht The crew maaiiiaa
the gangway as the Prince and Lady
Constance caine ON board. and a raeehar-l.
ly, surburned woman courtesied her
through an' exquisitely furnished saloon
cabin into, a bi5op boudoir with alacei
curtained bunk and host Of feminine
fripperies. 1885,
II may sail tonight. Is all ready?
Right. Take the boat and 20 ashore !
bring off my luggage and anything we
may want from the ships stores. And
johnson, keep the men ahoat, but you
just find out if there is any.hue and cry
about lady eloping"
Captain Johnson, an OIL merchant
captain, slowly winked and looked very
knowing. "H'mp' he said to himself.
81 half s'spected as much. That's tho
sort of owner likes to sail with. Lots
O. yellow boys kickin about this voyage,
l lay"
In about an hour he returned, and
dofing his peaked cap said mysterious
ly, 81 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
eOstiAS away dllNi ClidIlgcO Il6r lrUCh- Csl6
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 her
self possession and said in a hoarse
whisper:
''Oh, save me! Take me to Guernsey
in your yaclEA or l will jump over
boardr'
He turned on his heel without reply
ing and went up the companionway on
deck.
johnson, your wife doesn't mind
trip to sea?''
''Lor bless yer royal 'ighness, she's
dying for sniff Of the ocean!''
"Get under weigh at once"
faye, aye, sirl All hands on deckl
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
sweet smile.
Under a good southwesterly breeze
the yacht spun along merrily, throwing
the foam in long, beautiful, featherlike
curves from her cliyDor stern