The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-01-05

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"You must pardon me, prince, bu
we seem In trouble together" and sh,
laughed merrily. do you know hal
thought you were n detective?"
by this time he had returned to his
hamper and produced defy a 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 and the lady. after
making little moue, said she was SC
hungry and SO glad to cat, 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 a mild
cigarette and he had kissed her hand.
She had readjustcd her veil and he
assumed his big cloak with sigh as
the whistle Of the train signaled the
station.
THE Cue rnsey boat does not leave
till midnight. What are you going to
do? Where will you put up?"
~ 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
of 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, skipper included, all English.
want no nihilists on board" And he
looked modify out of the window.
She made n 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 glistening
even through the thick veil. She was
crying
What is the matter? You are
frightened. Can help you?"
IL hardly dare ask you. You may
thiuk badly of me, but will not be
forced into this detestabIe 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 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 motherly, sunburned woman
courtesied her through an exquisitely
furnished saloon cabin into bijou
boudoir with lace curtaincd bunk
and host of feminine fripperies.
81 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 clipping"
In about an hour he returned, and
dofling his peaked cap said mysterious
ly: II 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 fresh rosebud, but |
her face grew deatlly pale, her eyes
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 aud |
said in a hoarse whisper:
"Oh. save me! Take me to Guerney
in your yacht. orr 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 a
trip to sea?"
''Lor' bless your royal 'iness, she's
lying for a sniff Of the ocean," II
Get under weigh at oncew ~
AYE. aye. sir! All hands on deck! |
Tumble up, my hearties"
Under 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,
IN experienced sailor, evidently, took |
the tiller and threaded the way care
fully through the crowd of craft. For
q time neither spoke; then, abruptly |
giving the management to the APP
critical skipper, he beck
oned her into the cabin.
III will land you at Guernsey to-mor-
row morning" he said, but 1 have
been deceiving yon. l am not Prince
Paul Demtoff. am his valet. l have
robbed him of 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: Every
good! Take me with you. am not
Lady Constance Azuregore. am her
maid, but I've got her jewel case
London Million.
Not That Kind.
Three different walters ut southern