The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-01-10

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 You must pardon me, prince, but we seem in trouble together" and she laughed merrily. "Do you know half thought you were a detective?'
 By this time he had returned to his hamper and produced defly table, cloth, plates, knives, forks and servi- cites, small bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild and dainty cold chicken Their mutual confessions had lessened embarrassmen nt, and the lady, after making little moue, said she was so 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 sigh as the whis tie 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?'
 'I don't know. l never will 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. l must hail them, as none of them know me. My agent has engaged an entirely new crew, skipper included, all English. I 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 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 frightened. Can l help you?"
 "I hardly dare ask you. You may thiuk badly of me, but l will not be forced into this detestable marriage. Can you-may l."
 He divined 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 hysterical, 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 oldtime cannon, passed the crumbling walls and found the boat manned by six bronzed, typical yachtsmen, the skipper, fine looking old man, sitting motionless in the stern sheets holding the yoke lines
 The boat soon shot alongside a 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 a bijou boudoir with lace curtained bunk and host of feminine fripperies.
 "I 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."
 In about an hour he returned, and dofHug his peaked cap said mysterious ly: Il spoke to my cousin, the pleece- man, an he says there's lot O cock ney 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 frocks She looked like fresh rosebud, but her face grew deatLly pale, her eyes dilated, and the nerve lines deepened into marks of agony when he told her the captains story. He thought she was going to faint and made as though to catch her. With a supreme effort she regained her self-possession and said in hoarse whisper:
 "Oh, save mel Take me to Guerney in your yacht, or l will jump over board!"
 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 your royal 'iness, she's dying for a sniff of the ocean!"
 "Get under weigh at once"
 Aye, ave- sir! All hands on deck! Tumble up, my hearties"
 Under a good s,uthwesterly breeze the yacht spun almost merrily, throw ing the foam in long, beautiful, feath- er-like 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 threa aded the way care fully through the crowd of craft. For time neither spoke; then, abruptly giving the management to the ap- preciatively critical skipper, he beck oned her into the cabin.
 "I will land you at Guernsey to-mor- row morning." he said, but have been deceiving yon. l am not Prince Paul Demtoff. l am his valet. l have robbed him of ona million roubles and am now going to the Argentine in his yacht" and he stood up rigidly and faced her.
 She smiled and said calmly: "Very