Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1898-03-26

and Patience S father had the sense to
speak in low tones to avoid scene, but
it was awful the way he swore he
would put me i'll prison for life and
shoot me dead if l ever so much as dared
to look at his daughter again. OF course
he didn't get off the boat at Jersey City.
He staid close to me, and of course
came back to New York to meet the
dear girl. But alas and alack! When
we reached the middle of the river again
and met the other boat bound this
time for Jersey City, old Yelnik fairly
trembled for JOY and shouted:
"There she is! could recognize that
hat and coat anywhere. So, you see, she
won't elope with you, You miserable,
sneaking hound, you young villain, you
abductor'-
My heart sank within me as he spoke,
for, looking quickly at the passing
craft; l saw her frightened half to
death as she realized our plot had been
discovered, but in desperation shouted :
"Wait for me in Jersey City,
She nodded and then we were gone
again. Fifteen minutes elapsed before
our boat left the New York ferry slip,
and during that time Mr.. Yelnik
chuckled and slapped his knees and
acted like wild lunatic, he was SO
overjoyed
"4cs wait for me i'll Jersey City = :"
he mimicked. ooh, she'll wait, don t
you be afraid; she'll wait, but for me
and not for you, and let me tell you
one thing, sir-as soon as can get a
warrant you'll be locked up, and, by
heavens, I'll see you i'll Sing Sing be-
fore I'm done with you'
He went on i'll this fashion till we
crossed the North river again and had
come to a dead stop about 100 feet from
the Jersey City ferry slip, blocked by
fleet of canalboats that We're laZily
crawling up the stream against the
tide. | looked across them to the boat
she had come over ON. 1t was blocked
inside of the slip, and, horror of hor-
rors, there she stood on the deck ready
to cross the river once more, having
totally misunderstood the message l
shouted.
A tugboat, awaiting to get down
stream, slowly approached our craft
and came to dead stop so close that l
could have stepped aboard her. Mr..
9elnik had walked to the other side of
our deck. feeling safe so long as l was
there and atioat. Like flash 1 saw a
chance to escape and called to the pilot
of the tug:
"Want job?''
"That's my watermelon, :. he replied
Instantly | cleared our rail and leap
ed to the towboat, shouting:
"Sheer off, quick! Sheer off
The pilot rang his bells, the propel-
Ter whirled viciously, and we shot back
ward from the ferryboat as Mr.. Yelnik
rushed to its rail and swore at us.
"Skim around that fleet, quick,' l
called, hurrying up to the pilot house
and pulling IA $40 bill out of my pocket
Nov make for that boat in the slip
and stand by till get the young lady
there, waiting for me-.
"You bet | will, =" the pilot respond
ed heartily Bully for you, young fell
ler amt been married long myself"
In less time almost than it takes to
tell it we had come alongside the other
ferryboat, and the dear girl was aboard
with me, and we were speeding down
toward the bay. When we We're quite
out of reach, the pilot asked:
"Now where do you want to go?'
"Oh, anywhere in New Jersey, so we
can be married without stopping for a
license-say to Atlantic Highlands or
Long Branch or anywhere -
"You dear old goose!' exclaimed my
betrothed "Why, we can't get there
under two hours, and by that time he
will have telegraphed all over the coast
to arrest us on sight"
"Good Lord!' l groaned. "What'll
we do? haven't thought of that
"Why, just let's sail up the Kill Won
Kull here to Bayonne and land in 10
minutes she replied in businesslike
way. "He never would dream of our
going ashore SO close, but it's all New
Jersey, and i'll ten minutes more we
can find minister and be m-m-m mar
ried,' she concluded, whispering and
blushing.
And we did so and took the first train
back to New York and telegraphed from
our hotel to Mr.. Yelnik that we would
be glad to have him call on us with his
wife that evening.
Since then we have been told that
when the old gentleman reached home
that afternoon he almost had an attack
,f apoplexy, for when he went up the
veranda steps the front door was opened
by his daughter Patience, who confess
ed everything-how she and had nev-
er been really in love, but how Marion
had become engaged to me that summer,
and we simply had to be married clan
destinely because Mr.. Yelnik finally
succeeded i'll prejudicing Mr.. and Mrs
Elaim against me SO that they refused
to sanction wedding. -Coffyn Moody
III Chicago Record.
An Artists Slip.
Half century ago, says London
paper, the late Sir John Gilbert was
Il.