The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1895-08-22
of she had smoked half a mild cigarette

She readjusted her veil, and he as
sumed his big cloak with sigh as the
whistle ofsthe train signaled the station.
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. I must hail them,
as none of them know me. My agent
has engaged an entirely new crew. skip
per included, all English. want no
nihilists on board" And he looked
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 the thick veil She was
cryingl
"What is the matter2 You are fright
ened. Can help your"
ST hardly dare ask you. You may
think badly of me, but I 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 out both
his hands, and with 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, a fine looking old man, sitting
motionless 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 ibbaty of
invitin my old woman on board today.
She's been stewardess, SURF"
Capital, captain. Now, lads, give
wayl"
The boat soon shot alongside beau
tiful schooner yacht. The crew manned
the gangway as the prince and Lady
Constance came on board, and mother
ly, sunburned woman courtesied her
through an exquisitely furnished saloon
cabin into bijou boudoir with lace
curtained bunk and host of feminine
fripperies
81 may sail tonight. Is all ready?
Right Take the boat and go ashore,
bring off my luggage and anything we
may want from the ships stores. And,
johnson, keep the men afloat, but you
just find out if there is any hue and cry
about lady eloping.'
Captain johnson, an old merchant
captain, slowly winked and looked very
81 half s'spected as much. That's the
sort of owner likes to sail with. Lots
O. yellow boys kickin about this voyage,
lay"
In about an hour he returned, and
dofing his peaked cap said mysterious
ly, ST 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
'ooman."
Her ladyship had washed all travel
stains away and changed her frock. She
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 captain 3
story. He thought she was going to
faint and made as though to catch her.
With supreme effort she regained her
self possession and said in a hoarse
whisper:
"Oh, save mel Take me to Guernsey
in your yacht, or I will jump over
boardT'
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 oceani''
''Get under weigh at once"
''Aye, aye, sirl All hands on deckl
Tumble up, my heartiesP
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 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,
an experienced sailor evidently, took
the tiller and threaded the way careful
ly through the crowd of craft. For a
time neither spoke; then, abruptly Civ
ing the management to the appreciative-
ly critical skipper, he beckoned her into
the cabin.
81 will land you at Guernsey tomor-
row morning." he said, ''but l have
been deceiving you. I am not Prince
Paul Demtoff. am his valet have
robbed him of 1000, 900 rubles and
am now going to the Argentine in his
yacht" and he stood up rigidly and
faced hor