The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1894-12-05

inuStn KNOW We seen tn1s, III VIII
put her on her guard, and only result
in another plan. / can't let her have
| this back, it's too valuable weapon
| to part with. / wonder-I wonder il
I've any paper nearly like thisP"
With the activity of young girl
| she ran to her escritoire, and search
ing through her blotter found half
sheet of thin foreign paper.
''The very thing" she cried, and,
sitting down, the Duchess of Dulver-
ton proceeded to trace word for word
of Allan Tremayne's note on the fresh
scrap of paper. 1t took an hour to
do, and the dawn was peeping round
the blinds MS she folded the forged
letter into Kitties glove and locked
the original document in private
drawer.
On the following Monday the
Duchess of Dulverton, with Miss
Marioram, Lord Ferdie and party
of friends repaired to Down View,
Goodwood. The weather was de-
lightful and the party in high spirits,
except the Duchess herself, who COM
planned of headache and depression.
She went to the races on Tuesday,
however, but on Wednesday declared
herself unfit to leave the house, and
her guests drove to the course without
her.
She watched Kittie from her win
dow as she entered the carriage. The
girl looked pale, but very lovely, dark
rings of sleeplessness enhanced the
beauty of her soft eyes, while the
plaintive droop at the corners of her
sweet mouth lent an added charm to
her face.
She wore white serge frock, just
touched with her favorite poppy red
at the throat and hem, neat close
hat was fitted above her curls, and a
large dark wrap cloak was handed in
to the carriage after her.
"Umph! quite equipped, I see, 4"
muttered the Duchess, as she rang her
bell for Perkins, demanded to be
dressed at once, and ordered her sim
gle brougham to be round in an hour.
wants quarter to one, then she
won't be here yet" said Allan Ire
mayne, as he sauntered into the Chi
chester railway station. "By jove |
Allan, you're lucky dog to land such
a prize, real little beauty, and heav-
lily gilt from top to toe. love her,
too, for her big eyes and for that rose
bud mouth of hers. But Pll--the
dickens! the Duchess! !"
"Good morning, Mr.. Tremayne, "
cried the Duchess of Dulverton,
cheerily, 81 expected to find you here.
No, l won't shake hands, thanks"
She glanced at the station clock.
"One already. Dear me, how time
flies, and we've only ten minutes for a
chat"
"Ten minutes don't"
"a quick train for London stops
here in ten minutes" interposed the
Duchess, with an air of imparting
agreeable information, "and you are
going to catch it,"
81 beg your pardon, Duchess, but
think not. You are laboring under
mistake" Tremayne tried to keep
his temper, but the knowledge that
something had gone wrong with his
plans made him brusque of speech.
The Duchess, too, altered her tone
from simple urbanity to a colder key.
"Come into the waiting-room with
me-" she said, "Ah! you need not
look so eagerly at the door. I know
you are expecting Miss Marjoram
every minute. cannot prevent her
from coming here, but can stop you
from speaking to her..
"Wild horses could not do that, "
clustered Tremayne.
81 daresay not, replied the Ouch.
ess, "but those three constables over
there, who hold a warrant for your
arrest, can.
ga warrant' gasped Allan, turn
ing pale. "What for?"
"For attempting to marry ward
in chancery without the consent o.
the court. All! you needn't deny.
Your letter arranging this-little af
fair-is at this moment IN the hands
of the magistrate who granted the
warrant. 1t will be forwarded to the
proper authorities tonight in the
event of your arrest. Now, Mr.,
Tremayne, your train is just due