The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-10-03

cl0th, plates knives forks a Servi.
cites. q 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
whistles of the train signaled the station.
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 yacht. She is lying
off here, and the gig waits for this train
at the landing steps. / must hail them,
as zone of them know me My agent
has engaged Al entirely new crew, skip
per included, all English / want no
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moodily 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
even through the thick veil. She was
cryingi
What is the matter? You are fright
ened. Can / help your"
81 hardly dare ask you. You may
think badly Of me. but | will not be
forced into this detestable marriage
Can you-may r.
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 bo4h
his hands, and with q sob almost hys-
terical she placed her tiny gloves in
them as the train stopped.
They left the station by q 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 bronsed typical yachtsmen, the
skipper, a fine looking old man, sitting
m~otionless 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 libbaty of
invitin my old woman on board today.
She's been a stewardess, SURF"
Capital, captain. Now, lads. give
| wayl''
The boat soon shot alongside a beau
tiful schooner yacht. The g manned
the gangway as the prince and Lady
Constance came ON board, and q mother
~, sunburned m courtesied her
through an exquisitely furnished saloon
cabin into a bijou boudoir with a lace
~curtained bunk and a host Of feminine
fripperies
II may sail tonight Is all ready?
Right. Take the boat and 60 ashore,
bring off my luggage and anything we
may want from the ships stores. And,
johnson, keep the men afloat, but you
inst find ont if there is any hue and cry
about q lady clipping"
Captain johnson, an old merchant
captain, slowly winked and looked very
knowing. "H'mp' 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
doffing his peaked cap said mysterious
", 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
CONAN"
Her ladyship had washed all travel
stains away and changed her frock. She
looked like a 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 q hoarse
| whisper:
"Oh, ave mel Take me to Guernsey
In your yacht, or ! will jump over
boardI'
He turned ON his heel without reply
ing and went up the compahionway ON
deck.
johnson. your wife doesn't mind a
trip to scar"
"Lor bless yen, royal 'ighness, she's
dying for a sniff of the ocean,
"Get under weigh at once"
"Aye, aye, siri All hands on decki
Tumble up, my heartiesl'
Her face flushed deeply when she
heard the clank Of the chain pump and
the tapping Of the foresai1, and she
thanked him with both hands and a
sweet smile.
Under a good southwesterly breeze
the yacht spun along merrily, throwing
the foam in long, beautiful, featherlike
curves from her clipper stern.
The lady stood leaning dreamily
against the side ropes. and the prince,
IN experienced sailor evidently, took