Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1894-09-14

hamper and produced deftly n tobI,
clo;h, plates, knives, forks and servi
cites small bottle of Chateau Mouto,
hothschlld and dainty cold chicken
lhelr mutual confessions had lesseuef
EN- moarrassment, and the lady. afte,
making little moue, said that she wa,
so hungry and so glad to eat, etc.
they chatted and laughed as tho 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.
eumed his big cloak with sigh as the
whistle OF the train signaled the station.
The Guernsey boat does not leave
tlll midnight What are you going tc
10? 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 living
off here, and the gig waits for this train
at the landing steps, | must hail them,
as none of them know me. Ny agent
has engaged an entirely new crew. skip.
per included, all English. want no
nihilists on board. And he looked
nIoodily out of the window
She made sudden movement, as if
about to speak. but drew back. Again
she leaned forward, and tho 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? Yea are fright.
eued. Can ! help you?"
81 hardly dare ask you. You may
think badly of me, but / will not bo
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 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
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
in the stern sheets holding
the yoke lines.
''Do you know respectable woman
who can look after this lady until the
nail boat starts?" asked the prince as
ne handed her carefully on board and
passed her portmanteau She carried
he morocco case herself
"Well, surr, I've took the libbaty of
nvitin my old woman on board today
She's been stewardess, surr. T"
Capital. captain. Now, lads. give
yayp'
The boat soon shot alongside beau
ifnl schooner yacht The crew manned
he gangway as the prince and Lady
Constance came ON board, and a mother
y, sunburned woman courtesicd her
through an exquisitely furnished saloon
abin into a bijou boudoir with a lace
bunk and host of feminine
ripperies.
II may sail tonight. Is all ready?
Eight Take the boat and go ashore,
ring off my luggage and anything we
nay want from the ships stores. And,
keep the men afloat, but you
ust find out if there is any hue and cry
bout lady eloping."
Captain johnson, an old merchant
aptain, slowly winked and looked very
"H'mp 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
offing his peaked cap said mysterious
=, II spoke to my cousin, the pleece-
1an, an he says there's lot O. cockney
electives down a-watchin the station
n the Guernsey packet for some young
1oman.
Her ladyship had washed all travel
tains away and changed her frock. She
,oked like fresh rosebud, but her face
rev deathly pale, her eyes dilated, and
be nerve lines deepened into marks OF
gony when he told her tho captains
tory. He thought she was going to
aint and made as though to catch her.
With q supreme effort she regained her
slf possession and said in a hoarse
1hisper:
"Oh, save mel Take me TO Guernsey
! your yacht, or ! will jump over
oardp'
He turned ON his heel without reply
ig and went mp the companionway ON
eck.
johnson. your wife doesn't mind a
ip 10 sea?"
"Lor bless yer royal ighness. she's
ring for a sniff Of the oceanr'
"Get under weigh at once. "
faye, aye. siri All hands on deck
1mble up, my heartiesp'
Her face flushed deeply when she
,ard the clank Of the chain pump and
% tapping Of the foresail, and she
ianked him with both hands and a
geet smile J
Under q good southwesterly breeze |
70 yacht spun along merrily, throwing !
70 foam in long, beautiful, featherlike |
lryes from hor clipper stern