The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1899-02-05
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.Thele is something else to explain,
he said, awkwardly. Il have been here,
to some extent, in disguise. think pei
haps haG better write and tell you all
about it."
There are still five minutes, she
said, looking at the tiny gold watch on
her wrist why not tell me now ?"
Il suppose" he said, with some ner-
vousness, that under no circumstances
would you marry Mr.. Charterhouse?
Under no circumstances" replied
Miss Langham, decidedly.
He is very RICH he remarked, and
happen to know that he
Il DESIRE" said the young woman.
with much spirit, II desire not to hear
Mr.. Charterhouse' name again
Your mind is quite made up?"
'Quite."
| A porter stood patiently at the door
of the compartment, holding it open
for the passenger to South Africa.
CsThere's nothing Like a young engaged
couple" said the acute porter to him
self, .'for making trains late. They
don't care.")
But suppose were to tell you,' he
/, said, taking her hand and holding it,
that Mr.. CharterhouSe, who was a
poorish man until three years ago.
when this mine was found on his prop
erty, has been in England lately? Sup
pose I were to tell you that he has
fallen in love with you"
Even that does not concern me, Mr.
Beste.''
''And supposing I were to tell you
| that 70 ox-oi1 boipo vpct hu fin1n-
cial people and to see the little school
girl who, has grown so tall and so-so
charming, he preferred to call himself
not Mr.. Charterhouse, the owner of the
West End mine, but Mr.. Beste, the
manager Of
THAT said Miss Langham, her
breath coming quickly, would make all
the difference
l. The porter jerked his head toward the
compartment, to hint to his client that
moments were valuable. The client had
no need of this intimation, for he knew
better than the porter how very pre-
cious the moments were.
DO you really mean that?" he asked
quickly.
Il never say things I don't mean, Mr.
Beste-I mean Mr.. Charterhouse." She
laughed a. little nervously. Il shall al
ways think of you as Mr.. Beste3'
But will you always think of me:
May I come back here in three months
time and ask you formally"
Now, then, SIR said the porter, ''you
will go and lose the special, that's what
you'll do
Il mustn't do that, my man. Good
| ~ H. T
pose"
He stepped into the compartment
and porter, shutting the door, received
tip that made him whistle With de-
light.
And you won't give me an answer
now, them" he went on, anxiously. 81
wish there was time to persuade you
dear, to say yes But I suppose
must wait until 1 return. and we mus
talk it over then, and I must try tc
induce you
Il think said Eva Langham, looking
up and drawing her gray veil carefully
up from her ips,''I think that, consid
ering how badly. you have behaved, the
wisest thing you can do is to-is to kiss
me-"
There was just time.
And that means?', he said, delight
edly
1T MEANS she said, chat am very
very happy"
| Out you go, special train to South
ampton. Go-sleN1y for space, mind
BECAUSE there are folk in the train who
are reluctant to leave; go slowly, be-
cause there are hopes and ambitions
among your passengers, and this start
of yours is the first step toward THAR
| realization or their disappointment: SO
slowly, because a bearded man, with a
look of content. IS straining his sight to
miss nothing of the picture of his fu-
| ture wife.
We'll" said Eva Langham to her
| self, shyly, this has been a busy TWEEN
ty minutes. w. PETIT Ridge in Wo-
man at Home