The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1894-12-03

by tElS time ne mad returned TO b
hamper and produced deftly a tab
cloth, plates, knives, forks and serv
cites. small bottle Of Chateau Mouto
Rothschild and dainty cold chicken
Their mutual confessions had lessene
embarrassment, and the lady, afte
making little moue, said that she wa
so hungry and so glad 70 eat, etc.
They chatted and laughed as the trail
sped through the beautiful country, ant
by the time Southampton was though
/ 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 a sigh as tht
whistle OF the train signaled the station
1.-THE Guernsey boat does not leave
| till midnight What are you going t
do: Where viii you put up?'
81 don't know. Twill never be takeT
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. 1 must hail them,
as none of them know me. Ny agent
has engaged an entirely new crew, skip
per included, all English I want nc
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 help your
Il hardly dare ask you. You may
think badly Of me, but 1 will not be
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 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 n stewardess, SURF
Capital, captain. Now, lads, give
wayi"
The boat soon shot alongside beau
'iful schooner yacht. The crew manned
he gangway as the prince and Lady
Constance came on board, and mother
y, sunburned woman courtesied her
through an exquisitely furnished saloon
'abin into a bijou boudoir with lace
.urtained bunk and host of feminine |
ripperies.
Il may sail tonight. Is all ready: |
Right. Take the boat and 90 ashore, |
'ring off my luggage and anything we |
nay want from the ships stores. Ard, |
keep the men afoat, but you
ust find out if there is any hue and cry
IDout lady elop1ng.
Captain Johnson, an old merchant
aptain, slowly winked and looked very
finn he said TO himself.
i half s'spected as much. That's the
ort of owner likes to sail with. Lots
yellow boys kickin about this voyage,
lay"
In about an hour he returned, and
ofing his peaked cap said mysterious
:, Il spoke TO my cousin, the piece
IAN, an he says there's lot o. cockney
electives down a-watchin the station
n the Guernsey packet for some young
Her ladyship had washed all travel
aims away and changed her frock. She
'oked like fresh rosebud, but her face
rev deathly pale, her eyes dilated, and
re nerve lines deepened into marks of
sony when he told her the captains
DRY. He thought she was going to
int and made as though to catch her
18th supreme effort she regained her
II possession and said in a hoarse |
hisper:
''Oh, save mel Take me to Guernsey
your yacht, or 1 will jump over
,ardr'
He turned ON his heel without reply
g and went up the companionway ON
ok
johnson, your wife doesn't mind q !
ip TO sea-"
''Lor bless yer royal 'ighness. she's
ing for sniff of the oceanr'
''Get under weigh at once. :" /
AYE, aye, sirl All hands on deck I
lmble up, my heartiesp'
Her face flushed deeply when she
ard the clank of the chain pump and
. Tapping of the foresail, and she
anked him with both hands and a
eet smile. 7
Under a good southwesterly breeze :
yacht spun along merrily, throwing I
, foam in long, beautiful, featherlike
rves from her clipper stern.
The lady stood leaning dreamily
linst the side ropes, and the prince +