The Van Buren press., 1895-07-13

graph that's your mortal image. sir
I'm bound 70 confes&'
"sA hotse thiefr I laughed. Ol
courss you lid l was . student-no
ccnfound III (beg pardon. Miss Emma
you couldn't do that after your prcmis<
TO me-
"What was 70 dos / didn't know I
soul In the town who could clear Ee
nor could help myself without teie
graphing to the college. for had beer
in the village across the river only I
few days and my landlady had only
my word for II that l was student
"'Yes,' said the waiter, noticing how
glum ! looked. its rsther serious fol
you. You're bound to get hit, which
ever way you turn. You'll. Of course
get free in time. il you quietly submit
and 60 with them. though horse steal
ing IL thought greater crime thar
murder in some places, you know. and
they might lose you ON the way
whist do yoa advise mo to dor
asked.
"'well. you can't 60 back to the
river because they've q guard at the
boat, 20 think you'd better start right
off and catch the train for Mauvila,
which leaves in about fifteen minutes
and from there 20 on coastine schoon-
Or TO Port BENTON, and then by railroad
back to where you came from. A round
about way, but you can't help yourself,
There! that's the bell for me. They've
come in for breakfast They know
you're In the house, and feel sure Of
you. They'll serve the warrant ~ soon
a. they've breakfasted. I'll make the
breakfast IS slow rs possible. The bell
again! Take this ulster to throw around
you and hurry up
II darted on like the wind 1T first,
but afterward slowed up. fearing to
attract attention. and caught the train
just Is 1t was moving away. It is only
. three hours run here. thought 1t
best. however, to leave the train ut .
way station ten miles this side. b.
cause they have probably telegrsphed
. description Of me to Mauvila- ] had
been wandering around some time
when / first heard your voice.
comprehended his dilemma. yet Cd
vised him to 20 to the police station
and tell his story.
''Oh, no, Miss Emma. I simply can't
do that They'd telegraph the presi-
dent, and I'd be expelled. Think what
blow to fatherl I've been very foolish,
and deserve all I've got, but he'd feel
the disgrace 80 keenly.i And | hope to
take my degree this term. You can
help me out Of this hole II you only
will"
II don't see how l can nor why
should" answered, coldly. But l re-
pented my last words as I saw his
countenance fall.
'Pshawl what sentimental old
maid am to feel any interest in a
schoolboy's scrape-a total stranger
perhaps real knave-just because his
voice touched q sensitive chord in my
nature" said l TO myself.
Don't be SO hard on me, Miss Emma,
but listen to my plan. You told the
children that you had gray wig and
beard, and some Kind OF harmless stain
for the face and hands, which one OF
them was TO use in some tablcaux you
were arranging. Now can't you get
them for me ?" ss.z-Hs=zs
They're locked up in closet at the
schoolhouse-and see how dark it I,
Rettingr
"Yss; TINA great deal TO ask lady
to do, but could wait for you little
nearer to the town. II made up al
man I'd defy detection. I've plenty
Of money to pay my passage back"
The long and the short Of It was thai
/ consented. walked very rapidly L
the schoolhouse, entered by my privat.
key, bundled up the things and pu
them into my now empty basket.
added, too, some crayon pencils fol
trscing wrinkles on his smooth face
All went we'll until was about /
square from the school house, when
heard my name called. TO my grea
vexation I wan accosted by Mr.. Simeon
Scmple, one Of the school trustees, ,
pompous, pedantic, pretentious mai
about sixty years old. He and l hst
often differed In the past on school dis
cipline and education, but during tn,
last year he had become widower.
Since then, In his elephantine way
hc had tried to be jocose and agreeable
TO me, intimsting very plainly that h
desired = auccessor 10 his 'lAfnentet
Martha" had 10 far managed to pre-
vent his honoring me with . propose
Though he made no secret Of his inten
tion to marry AGAIN. by avoiding tete
a-tetes with him. felt exasperated q
meeting him now, for his speech wa
very slow and hesitating owing to hi
preference for the longest words h,
could And and he generally had diAa
Guilty In finding them. had dubbed
him "Six-Syllable Sim" to my init
mates
''How can l shake him oflr'
thought, as quickened my pace.
Useless! He caught up with me, puff
ing little, but with = smile on hi.
face, and pressed my hand warmly.
WHITTIER are you--er--er-er-me
andering on this quiescent evening
odorifcrous with-with-"
Excuse me, Mr.. Semple," l rather
rudely interrupted, "but I'm in great
haste, and must say Good night
"Allow me to extend TO you the--the
@gis Of my protecting arm. I wish tc
ask you a--a-momentou question, on
whick venture to think our views are
-er-consentaneouA
At this moment the moon, hitherto
hidden by clouds, shone out brilliant
ly, much to my dismay, for dark
night would help my fugitive.
On seeing tho moon Mr. Semple