The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-10-05

BY this time he had returned to his
hamper and produced deftly table
cloth, plates, knives. forks and servi.
cites, small bottle Of Chateau Mouton
Rothschild and dainty cold chicken.
Their mutual confessions had lessened
embarrassment, and the lady, after
making little moue, said that she was
so hungry and so glad TO cat, etc
They chatted and laughed as the train
sped through the beautiful country, and
by the time Southampton was thought
OF she had smoked half mild cigarette
and he had kissed her hand
She readjusted her veil. and he as
sumed his big cloak with sigh az the
whistle of the train signaled the station
1.-THE Guernsey boat does not leave
till midnight What are you going to
do? Where will you put up?'
II don't know will never be taken
back alive And you. you are hunted
What will you dor"
go on board my yacht. She is lying
off here. and the gig waits for this train
at the landing steps. | must hail them,
az 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 tho window
She made "A sudden movement, as il
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
cryingl
"What is the matter? You are fright
ened. Can help your
II hardly dare ask you. You may
think badly of me, but l will not be
forced into this detestable marriage
Can you-may p
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 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 yachtsmen. the
skipper, fine looking old man, sitting
motionless in the stern sheets holding
tho yoke lines.
''Do you know 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
"Well, SURF, I've took the libbaty OF
invitin my old woman on board today.
She's been a stewardess. SURF. "
Capital. captain. Now, lads. give
wayl"
The boat soon shot alongside beau
tiful schooner yacht. The crew manned
the gangway as the prince and Lady
Constance came on board, and mother
ly, sunburned woman courtesied her
through an exquisitely furnished saloon
cabin into bijou boudoir with lace
curtained bunk and host of feminine
fripperies.
Il may sail tonight Is all ready
Right Take the boat and 30 ashore,
bring of my luggage and anything We
may want from the ships stores. And
johnson, keep the men afloat, but yor
just find out if 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
81 half s'spected as much. That's tn,
sort Of owner l likes to sail with Lot
o. yellow boys hckin about this voyage
| lay"
In about an hour he returned, anC
doffing his peaked cap said mysterious
ly, II spoke to my cousin, the pleece
man, an he says there's a lot o cockne,
detectives down a-watchin the station
an the Guernsey packet for some young
CONAN.
Her ladyship had washed all trave
stains away and changed her frock. Sh'
looked like fresh rosebud, but her fac
grew deathly pale, her eyes dilated, an,
the nerve lines deepened into marks o
agony when he told her the captain
story He thought she was going Il
faint and made as though to catch her
With a supreme effort she regained he
self possession and said in n hoars
whisper:
"Oh. save mel Take me to Guernse,
in your yacht. or l will jump over
boardr'
He turned ON his heel without reply
ing and went up the companionway OIL
deck
johnson. your wife doesn't mind
trip to sea?"
"Lor bless yer royal 'ighness. she
dying for "A sniff of the ocean"
Get under weigh at once.
AYE, aye, sirl All hands ON deck
Tumble up, my heartiesr'
Her face flushed deeply when sh
heard the clanl of the chain pump AM
the tapping of the foresail and sh
thanked him with both hands and
sweet smile
Under a good southwesterly breez
the yacht spun along merrily, throwin
the foam in long, beautiful, featherlik
curves from her clipper stern.
The lady stood leaning dreamil
against the side ropes, and the prince
, an experienced sailor evidently, too
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