The San Francisco call., 1897-07-03

erty, she says, so why shouldn't she take
them? In her naive way she denied with
some vehemence that she had been en-
deavoring to soak" her gems. She
doesn't have to.
why, 1 have property in my own
name, and plenty of it. did not marry
Mr.. Bradbury for his money. | did not
have to, if you will permit me to
repeat the remark just once more.
And besides, Mr.. Ward is no pauper and
is by no means the man he has been
painted in the dispaiche from Los An
geles. Those busy bodies down there are
enough to make one sick. We will get
along all right. never fear. Now that IS
all the talking l propose to do. | said be-
fore that | did not consider this affair any
OF the publics business, and Pm not
going to air my grievances and motives in
print unless | am driven TO the wall. Just
let us alone, that's all. ~
Ward did not have much to say. He
processes to abhor newspaper reporters,
and especially those built on the Ameri-
can plan. They don't pry into private
affairs in old England, he says Ward
tried hard to prevent Mrs. Brad bury from
talking to the press representatives., and
did succeed in holding her down to GER
tain extent.
As for himself, he had no reasons to give
for running away with the southern
millionaire's vile. He would not even
consent TO say thatit was because he loved
her. 1t must be something like that,
however, because he is quoted as having
said in Los Angeles, not quite week ago,
that he could not live without her.
Ward was equally reticent last evening
on the subject of his desertion of his own
wife and children. He was asked If he
and Mrs. Bradbury intended remaining
here in San Francisco or in the State, but
this was nobody's business, either.
Mrs. Bradbury was more communica-
tive as regarded the future movements of
herself and her lover, vouchsafng that
they would certainly go away" She
hinted at a possible journey 10 Europe,
but sharp nudge from Ward prevented
her from going into details.
Wien the steamer that brought the
runaway couple across the bay touched
this side, there was quite gathering of
curious people there on the wharf to have
a Look at them. The afternoon papers
had told of their journey IN this
direction. Mrs. Bradbury could not
disguise the apparent fact that she
was enjoying immensely the attention
she was receiving, and seemed to consider
the whole affair something in the nature
of a lark. But not so with her lover. He
was more anxious now than ever to avoid
the stares dir cted toward the pair and
hurried his blue-clad companion along
nervonsly and with evident anxiety.
Ii he could only escape from that swarm
of reporters.
He tried lodging between ca able-cars
busses transfer wagons and hacks, but it
was of no avail-he couldn' tloose them.
''Where are ou going to put up ?'' VEN
tured one of these imps.
None o. your business"
Ward dragged his charmer across East
street and with rush tum bled her in to
an old tum ble-down hack or lark" as it is
dubbed on the water front.
Where to?' asked the cabby.
"Oh, any bIoomin' place. Get out OF
here, that's all, and do 1t as quickly as
you can."
Snap went the whip, and the antiquated
cobs initiated dash up Market street
Mrs. Bradbury poked her head out of the
window and laughed merrily.
| 1t was but matter of moment fol
| the pursuing reporters to provide them.
selves with hacks, too, and then there
was inaugurated what looked to be {
runaway funeral procession up the main
! thoroughfare.
| The rattletrap conveyance in the lead
was sent over circuitous route and finally
halted at Marchand's restaurant, where
| the fleeing couple alighted and shoi
| inside. Once ensconced In private room
| they bolted the door against all intruder.
and dined in seclusion. Later in the nigh
they slipped away and hied themselves t.
I hotel.