Semi-weekly independent. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1895-1897, 1896-02-08

fore. when she starred as she saw nc.
and somewhat hurricdly re-entered the
hotel. i was further mystified. \
thought struck me rs l wa signing
my name in the hotel register OF visit
ors some time later. Two pages back
l found az eutry: Miss Alton and Miss
T.. Alton tumbled to 1t in Il second,
then. The elderly lady l had encoun-
tered was. undoubtedly. Colonel Al
toms sister, who bad been staying 1T
the Chase and left two days after lily
arrival in the village. and before l
knew anything of Evelyn | had once
passed her walking with the Colonel,
and she must have recognized me
again.
Il remarked on the entry to the cork
IN Il casual way. and he volunteered
the information that Miss Alton had
but a few moments previously given
notice of her intention TO vacate their
apartments the next morning. The
cws staggered me. Then Miss Alton
did know all and had decided on Hight
as the only safe remedy under the cir
cumstaEccS.
Not Il glimpse could catch OF Eve
lyn. After dinner from Il search on the
pier | returned to the North Cliff and
sat disconsolately smoking out on the
balcony of my room in the growing
dusk. Almost unconsciously l Iapsei
II melody and appropriately began
TO MARBLE softly, Alice. Where Art
Thou y slight movement on the bal
cony above mine and n window 10
the left caused mo to glance UP. y fig
ure in white met my gaze. with one of
It's hands. as if demanding silence,
pointing warningly to the window be-
hind her. Yes. it was Evelyn, but her
attendant dragon of an aunt WAS e.i-
IDENTIFY close at hand. Verbal COMMUNE
cation. as well as writing. was out of
the question. 1t vas already too dark
for the deaf and dumb manipulation,
even provided she knew its working.
An idea suddenly flashed upon he.
Why not try? No sooner thought than
done Softly l whistled the last lines
of Whisper and l Shall Hear refrain.
\ slight shake of the head and then n
rendering of 'Good-by, Sweetheart,
Good-by.' foated down. Then they
were really going away.
Evelyn, l don't think it's quite
proper for you to be standing there
came a voice from within. and which.
by straiGing my ears, l could just over
hear. My heart beat wildly and the
girl turned to address her aunt with
out leaving the balcony.
Its almost dark now and | can't
stay cooped up all the evcning-our last
one, too. What does papa want us
back in such a hurry for?'
because he wishes ii. m dear;
that's all the reason l can give you. You
really must help me to finish the pack
ing in n few minutes
Then her aun had revealed nothing
and believed her yet to be in ignorance
OF my presence at the hotel. Luckily,
but the case was n desperate one.
Evelyn returned to her former position
and leaned yer again.
Where Are You Going To. My Pret-
ty Maid: / began. There was a mo-
mentary pause and then the answer
came in n linz of Home, Sweet Home
from my darling's lips.
II do wish you would drop that vul-
gar habit of whistling,' again came the
voice inside the window.
But. auntic, there's no piano TO sing
to- was the somewhat lame excuse. Il
must do something, and l can't posi-
big shock anyone up here
Then there was silence once more.
Back to Yorkshire again. No chance
there. Anyhow. she still cared for me,
and ! must put her affections to Il Sc
we're test. 1t was our only chance of Sc
curing happiness.
"'Oh, Mamie, Wilt Thou Gang WI
Ne? | piped.
Where Are You Going To:' was
again utilized in reply.
Il was stumped for n minute. but n
bar or two of Big Ben Il favorite song
of mine. came rs Il hazardous rescue.
She understood. bless her. but n lengthy
pause interviewed before her answer
Then. NO. sir; no, SIR; no. sir; no. was
repeated four times in succession. She
refused, thenl Why SO emphatically?
What Il silly idiot l was. The fourth
time the girl i'm the sons said No. she
meant Yes 1 breathed again.
But about our departure. The morn
ing York train via Bath left at 9:45. The
earliest Waterloo was 1:4j, and we
should be easily tracked and our inten-
tons frustrated in consequence, if we
left ii until then. l consulted my
watch. 1t was 9:15. The night train
up left at 1920. oh, Why Should We
Wait Till Tomorrow went up with
out delay. 'All's Well from above soon
settled that question satisfactorily, but
was followed Immediately by Il few
bars OF 'Bradshaw's Guide ditty. 1
knew what she wanted, so, after n
| slight hesitation. l warbled Come Into
the Garden, Maud and chirped ten
times. Hope on, dear loved one, we
shall meet again. from Dream Faces
prOypI that WAS clearly understood