The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1892-1907, 1895-08-24


sumed 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:'
~ don't know Twill never DO taken
back alive Aud you. you are hunted
What will You do:"
go on board my yacht Sheis lying
off here, and the gig waits for this train
at the landing steps. 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
modify out Of the window.
She made u sudden movement, as II
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
crying!
"What is the matter? You are fright
ened. Can help you?"
II hardly dare ask you You may
think badly Of me, but will not be
forced into this detestable marriage
Can you--may -
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
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 yach:smen. the
skipper, u fine looking old man. sitting
motionless in the stern sheets holding
the yoke lines.
do you know q 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
We'll. SURF, I've took the libbaty Of
invitin my old woman on board today
She's been stewardess, SURF.
Capital. captain Now. lads. give
way"
The boat soon shot alongside beau
tiful schooner yacht The crew manned
the gangway Is the prince and Lady
Constance came on board, and a mother
ly. sunburned woman courtesied her
through an cxquisitely furnished saloon
cabin into n bijou bondoir with lace
curtained bunk and host Of feminine
fripperiea
IL may sail tonight Is all ready,
Right Take the boat and 80 ashore.
bring of my luggage and anything we
may want from the ships stores And.
johnson, keep the men afoat. bue You
just find out il there is any hue and cry
about lady clipping
Captain johnson, an old merchant
captain, slowly winked and looked very
knowing "H'mr' 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
ly, Il spoke 10 my cousin, tho pleece-
man. an he says there's lot o. cockney
detectives down a-watchin the station
an the Guernsey picket for some young
CONAN
Her ladyship had washed all travel
stains away and changed her frock. She
looked like fresh rosebud. bat her face
grew deathly pale, her eyes dilated, and
the nerve lines decpened into marks Of
agony when he told her tho captain 4
story He thought she was going to
faint and made as though TO catch her
With a supreme effort she rcgained her
self possession and said in hoarsc
whisper:
"Oh. save me! Take mo TO Guernsey
in your yacht. or I will jump over.
boardr'
He turned on his heel without reply
ing and went up tho companionway on
deck
johnson. your wife doesn't mind a
trip to sea?''
"Lor bless yer royal 'ighness she :,
dying for sniff Of tho oceanr'
Get under weigh at once"
Ave, aye. sirl All hands on deck
Tumble up, my hcartiesr'
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 good southwesterly breeze
the yacht spun along merrily. throwing
the foam in long. beautiful. featherlike
curves from her clipper stern
Tho 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 n
time neither spoke; then. abruptly Civ
ing the management to the npprecia,ivo-
ly critical skipper. he beckoned her into
the cabin.
Il will land you at Guernsey tomur.
row morning." he said, but have
been deceiving you. am not Prince
Paul Demtof. am his valet. have
robbed him Of I.000,0 900 rubles and
am now going to the Argentine In his
yacht" and he stood up rigidly and
faced her
She smiled and said calmly: VERY
goodi Take me with you. I am not
Lady Constance Azuregore. I am her
maid. but I've got her jewel casa -
Million
Tho Most Horrible Poison.