Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-04-30


The situation st present Vas strained
to breaking point and / could not en-
ciently guard lance Seaford's interests
with this dog continually Ct our heels.
leashed or otherwise. Thus, it all de-
pended upon spiriting her away from
every chance OF disaster; and / set my
wits to working out the problem. as
had never wrestled over one in mathe-
mates.
Whom did I know who was still
true enough to me in my adversely to
take temporary charge Of the girl and
guard her jealousy from harm for my
sake? Was there any such person in
the world?
AT first I was ready to answer myself
bitterly in the negative. But just at
the instant Of encouragement light
shone upon my darkness.
Dear old Tom Wynyard!" exclaim-
ed, half aloud, taking only the wind
into my confidence. He would be q
watchdog to trust-and not so hard to
reach from here, either"
Wynyard had coached me for Sand
hurst, years and years ago. when I had
been merry-hearted, hopeful boy.
with the world for my oyster, and the
knife to open it, as had thought, in
my hand.
Wynyard was poor, had always been
poor; and in these days kept a small
private school for boys not far from
Carlisle, with a deaf old maid sister to
assist him in the capacity OF house
keeper.
He had not written me since my dis
grace, as had expected that he would,
in his unreasoning loyalty, but even
though he believed had done The base
thing for which l had suffered ship
wreck, and therefore had had no word
to say to me, yet he would not refuse
to do me a kindness if asked it. Once
I had been able to help him in way
he had thought substantial, and his
gratitude was not of kind TO die even
with his trust in my honor. Yes, Wyn-
yard was the man for this crisis in my
affairs and Lance Seaford's.
If the blood hounds were on the girls
track, and | was expected to betray her
by remaining at Edinburgh, in obedience
to the telegram-why. the sooner l could
whisk her away into vale of security
the better.
BY the red torch f1aring under the
heavy dark line of storm clouds In the
east l guessed it was now nearly or quite
five O'Clock. 1 had to thank the landlord
of the Spinning jimmy for the information
that there was in Edinburgh telegraph
office open throughout the night, and.
doubtless the first policeman l might now
be lucky enough to meet would tell me
how must proceed to find it.
1 had not to go far before l came in
hailing distance of big fellow in uniform
his helmeted head down, butted against
the wind The well made and highly pre-
sentable clothes generously bestowed upon
me by Mr.. Smith now served my pur-
pose, as they had previously served the
should have been suspected and ques-
toned as to my roamings at this lurid
hour when respectable townsmen and
strangers within their gates were sup
posed to be virtuously in bed but l, the
smartiy-dressed gentleman, was able to
make good my case, and be courteously
directed to the telegraph office.
There I wired to Wynyard a long and
somewhat elaborate message, signed with
my old pet name invented by him, for fear
of some untoward accident. The purport
Of my communication was that he must,
without fail, meet me at Creeslay small
station rather nearer his end than half
way between Carlisle and Edinburgh, by
the first train he could get; the need ur-
gent If he were i'll he was to send his
sister No answer expected, as / could
not wait.
The telegram, feared, would not be de-
livered before eight o'cfock. But it was
not necessary for Lance and me to wait
for Wynard to start. My business now
was to persuade her to my ideas and hur-
ry off at once.
The telegraph office possessed a time
table, and I ascertained that it would be
possible to leave at Gas a. m, by train
which must change twice for Creeslay.
The changes did not greatly matter to us.
for our principal object would be ac-
complished by escaping from the town.
OF course, 1 could have sent my wire
later and been assured that it would be
delivered quite as early; but / was certain
now that there was no espionage upon
my movements. Afterwards, it might be
different, and l would run no smallest
risk where Miss Seaford was concerned
1 hastened back to the hotel when all
that 1 could do was done. A night porter
let me in, and l tip-toed UP to the locked
door of the imprisoned detectives room
I was far from wishing to disturb him,
and down went my ear to his key-hole,
as his had gone to mine at the Elsinore
in Glasgow. Eagerly l listened for vocal
testimony that he slept, and as l bent for
ward in suspense something touched me
on the arm.
Cro be Continued)
MAKING ROME HOWL.