The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1895-01-12

and Paul in st. Petersburg, anu, On
the other hand, finding the party Of
progress" going too far. he was threat
ened with death for deserving h red
flag.
You must pardon me, prince, but
we seem in trouble together" and she
laughed merrily. DO you know | half
thought you were q detectives"
by this time he had returned to his
hamper and produced dcfly ! table
cloth. plates, knives, forks and servi-
cites. a small bottle of Chateau Mouton
Rothschild and a dainty cold chicken.
Their mutual confessions had lessened
embarrassing Mt, and the lady. after
making a little moue, said she was SO
hungry and SO glad to eat, etc.
They chatted and laughed as the
train sped through the beautiful u
try, and by the time Southampton was
thought of she had smoked 4 mild
cigarette and he had kissed her hand.
She had readjusted her veil and he
assumed his big cloak with ! 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 tahen
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. must hail
o-1 O", Nv
agent has engaged an entirely new
crew, skipper included, all English. l
want no nihilists on board" And he
looked modify out of the window.
She made a 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 g~listening
ever through the thick veil. She was
crying!
What is the matter? You are
frightened. Can l help you?""
II hardly dare ask you. You may
thiuk badly of me, but / will not be
forced into this detes:able marriage.
Can you-may l."
lie 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
hysterical. she placed her tiny gloves
in them as the train stopped.
They left the station by 4 side door
unnoticed, and, walking down the
broad graveled road with the soft
sward and the oldtime cannon, passed
the crurnbling walls and found the
boat manned By six bronzed, typical
yachtsmcn, the skipper, 4 fine looking
old man, sitting m~otionless 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 anne on board,
and "a mo:herly, sunburned woman
courtcsicd her through an cxqaisitely
furnished saloon cabin into L bijou
boudoir with a lace curtaincd bunk
and 4 host of feminine fripperics.
Il 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 a lady eloping."
In about an hour he returned, and
dofing 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' the
station an the Guernsey packet for
some young CONAN"
Her ladyship had washed all travel
stains away and changed her frocks
She looked like q fresh rosebud, but
her face grew deattly 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 regaincd her self-possession aud
said in q hoarse whisper:
.rOh, save me! Take me to Gucrney
in your yacht, or / will jump over
board!'
He turned on his heel without reply
ing and went up the com~panionwsy on
deck.
johnson, your wife doesn't mind a
trip to sea?"
"Lor' bless your royal 'iness, she's
dying for a sniff of the ocean,"
Get under weigh at once"
AYE. aye sir! All hands on deck!
Tumble up. my hearties!
Under 4 good southwesterly 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 threaded the way care
fully through the crowd of craft. For
a time neither spoke; then, abruptly
giving the management to the ap-
preciatively critical skipper, he beck
oned her into the cabin.
II will land you at Guernsey to-mor-
row morning." he said, but have
been deceiving yon. | am not Prince
Paul Demtoff. l am his valet ! have
robbed him IF one 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
good! Take me with you. | am not