St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1895-03-02

hungry and SO glad to eat, etc.
They chatted and laughed as the
train sped through the beautiful coun-
try, and by the time Southampton was
thought of she had smoked mild
cigarette and he had kissed her hand.
She had readjusted her veil and he
assumed his big cloak with q sigh as
the whistle 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?"
II don't know. never will be taken
back alive. And you? You are hunted.
What will you do?"
go on board my yacht. She is lying
OF 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. skipper included, all English.
want no nihilists on board" And he
looked moodily out of the window.
She made a sudden movement as il
about to speak. but drew back. Again
she leaned forward, and repetition
reused him from his thoughts He
looked up and saw her eyes glisteninR
even through the thick veil. She was
crying!
"What is the matter? You are
frightened. Can help you?"
Il hardly dare ask you. Iou may
thiul, badly of me, but will not Be
forced into this cetestable marriage.
Can yos-may L"
He OWNED her thoughts. "Stay on
board mr. yacht and bos rd the boat Al
midnight Yes. your ladyship, yes. in
| all honor. yes" and he hel1 out both
| his hands, and with q sob almost
hysterical. 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 oldtime cannon, passed
the crumbling walls and found th'
boat manned by six bronzed, typica
yachtsmcn, the skipper, fine looking
old man, sitting motionless In the
stern sheets holding the yoke lines.
The boat soon shot alongside q
beautiful schooner yacht The crew
manned the gangway as the prince
and Lady Constance came on board
and a motherly, sunburned woman
courtesied her through an exquisitely
furnished saloon cabin into q bijor
| boudoir with a lace curtainod bunl
and host of feminine fripperies.
II may sail tonight Is all ready;
Right Take the boat and so ashore
bring off my luggage and anything
we may want from the ships stores
And, johnson, keep the men afioat
but you just find out if there is any
hue and cry about a lady eloping."
In alb out an hour he returned, ant
dofiing his peaked cap said mysterious
ly: Il spoke to my cousin. the pleece
man, an he says there's a lot o cock
ney detectives down a-watchin' tn:
station an the Cue rnsey packet fol
some young CONAN"
Her ladyship had " ashed all trave
stains away and changed her frocks
She looked like a fresh rosebud, but
her face grew deatLly pale, her eye!
dilated. and the nerve lines deepened
into marks of agony when he told hcl
the captains story. lie thought she
was going to faint and made as though
to catch her. With a supreme effor'
she regained her self-possession and
said in hoarse whisper:
''On, save me. Take me to Gucrney
in your yacht, or l will jump over
board.'
He turned on his heel without reply
ing and went up the companionway OF
deck.
johnson. your wife doesn't mind I
trip to sca?"
..Lor' bless your royal 'iness, she'
dying for = sniff Of the e-cean:'
Get under weigh at acev'
AYE. aye. sir! All hands on deck
Tumble up. my hearties!"
Under . good southwcsterly breez,
the yacht spun almost merrily, throw
ing the foam in long. beautiful, feath
er-like curves from her clipper stern
The lady stood leaning dreamil,
against the side ropes. and the prince
an experienced sailor. evidently. tool
the tillcr and threaded the way care
fully through the crowd of craft Fo
q time neither spoke; then, abruptly
giving the management to the ap
preciatively critical skipper. he beck
oned her irto the cabin.
Il will land you at Guernsey to-mor
row morning." he said, ''but 1 hav'
been deceiving yon. / am not Primes
Paul Demtoff. am his valet hav,
| robbed him nf one million roubles ant
am now going to the Argentine in hi
yacht" aud he stood up rigidly ant
faced her.
She smiled and said calmly: "Ver,
good! Take me with you l am no
Lady Constance Azuregore. ] am he
maid, but I've got her jewel casc."-
| London Million.