Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1896-10-09

He enjoyed his clients surprise I'm.
measurably.
'I'll explain it all as we go along in
the hansom," he added. "The others
are already at Euston."
1t was Ralph's turn to feel faint.
However, Mr.. Porter's subsequent
words were better for him than sal
volatile.
There was another woman in the
case," ran Porter's tale. 81 learned
that from q Melbourne man who knew
the parties. He vowed Ferguson was
married to her eight years ago. How
ever. they're a wide-awake lot in Mel
bourne, and, thanks quite as much to
that Melbourne man (who has a mighty
fine grudge against Ferguson as to
your hundreds). Mr.. Ruyton, every
things clear. The wife herself and her
eldest boy are at Euston. She has the
certificate, and the lads face tells its
own tale. Oh. it's Just beautiful lot
of piecing throughout, and all we've
to do is to fix up the rogue about sup.
per time."
| Ralph's feelings may be imagined.
Happily, there was no difficulty about
the train. 1t could be so managed that
this special arrived even before the
other, carrying Mamie and the man
who was not her husband.
| OF the journey in both cases nothing
need be said except this: Mamie came
near wishing there could be collis-
ion, with her death us one of the conse-
quenccs. Mr.. Ferguson's veneer of re-
tincmcnt was cast ruthlessly aside be-
tween London and Windermerc. She
was by no means the conventionally
happy wife on her wedding day when
She was invited to leave the train for
| the luxurious carriage that was await
ing them.
But at the hotel. much to the mana
gers chasrin, dramatic scene had
been arranged for them.
The millionaire's face was wreathed
in smiles as lie handed Maimie across
the hotel threshold.
".At last" he exclaimed.
| The next moment he started and
swore. a woman and boy approach,
ed him in the vestibule.
"Donald!" said the former, and the
boy exclaimed: "Father!'
The woman's eyes were tear-staincl
and reproachful. They did not look a,
Mamie, however.
This is IL plot. Who is in it?' then
cried the millionaire. He glanced at
Maimie. whose agitation was unmis-
taxable. You don't believe this non.
sense. my dcar?''
But Mamie only looked at the boy;
that sufiiced.
"I'm in it, Donald Ferguson, at your
SERVICE" then said Mr.. Porter, hand
ing the millionaire his card. "Further-
more, l have to place you under ar.
| rest
Ralph also stepped forward, trem-
bling. with eyes for Mamie and no
one else.
"Aaimie." he murmured, "shall I
take you hOme:"
! But for answer the bride who was no
bride could only stammer. "Oh,
Ralph" and faint into his arms.
When she recovered her senses Mr..
Ferguson was out of Westmoreland
and she was being eNcellcntly cared
for by a sympathetic domestic.
The next morning Mrs. Wrottesley
appeared on the scene in prodigious
rage. Nor was her rage much abated
by the resignation-even bright resig-
lation-of Mamie under this terrible
blow.
AS for Ralph. he had hurried back to
town in the night and was Il changed
man ut the Office the next day.
After the formal dissolution of the
marriage that was no marriage, even
Mrs. Wrottesley thought her daughter
might as we'll marry Ralph.
And neither Ralph nor Mamie cared
for the slight slur that the Ferguson
affair had cast upon the latter as
candidate for husband-Scottisl
Leader.