Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1899-02-23

SAID ne. And your name brooch sup
piled the information"
There was q moments silence.
"You must give me your name and
address" she commanded.
"For you to issue a warrant for my
apprehension? No, the prisoner refused
to give his name and address, ," he re-
piled.
1t was an awkward position for girl
who only did her fathers duty.
"It's most ungenerous Of you" she
exclaimed. "Just because you're a man
and happen to be stronger than l am,
you will evade Justice"
"Never," he answered firmly,
"You will run away, and I, impeded
by skirts, am helpless to catch you,"
she continued.
"You could lift
why don't you make good your
escape?" she interpolated with haste.
Gam l not your prisoner" he asked,
"Do you mean to say you will come
quietly to the lodge and face my IA
Inor! SIG inquired.
"As quiet as any lamb" he asserted.
"Well, it's this way" said she.
1T is customary to grip the prisoner
by the ARM" he suggested.
She paid him no attention, and in 81
lence they strolled toward the lodge.
'If you will excuse me for a minute,
I will see If my father can attend to
you now," she said when, arriving at
their destination, she had led him to the
drawing room. "Please sit down"
Surely prisoner had never been treat.
ed with SO much consideration.
In a minute or two she returned
somewhat confused.
"My father will return soon," she
said.
"Then I must wait, he replied.
"Oh, don't you mind?" She seemed
relieved.
"Not in the least" said he.
She rang a bell.
"Do You care for tea or would you
PREFER she asked.
"Tea, please" said the prisoner.
And tea was brought.
II think I saw a picture of this house
in THE years academy" said the pris-
oner, tea and toast in hand.
"Did you really notice it?" she said
with pleased surprise. II painted it,
and Mr.. Barry bought it. Mr.. Barry
owns all this property"
Indeed! He must account himself
most fortunate to have so Jealous a
guardian as yourself, Thank you-half
a cup"
Then they talked of many things-of
books, Of paintings, Of poets songs, till
the sun lost some of it's youthful vigor,
and they wandered into the garden, and
there the conversation was Of other
things perhaps more human than that OF
books and paintings, but none the less
pleasant, and at last they happened on
a mutual enthusiasm. and they enthused
until the sun just dropped behind lofty
Craigavar, and a sudden chill fell upon
the jailer, and she cried:
my father will be back in a few
minutes. Hadn't you better-escape?"
"And we were getting on SO we'll,
too, said the prisoner, with half a sigh.
"Yes-I mean l think you have been
imprisoned long enough" she murmur-
ed.
ooh, no!' replied the prisoner gal
lantly.
"You have-indeed you have. Please,
please 60. My father might adjourn, or
something terrible, and you, with no.
body to bail you out, would have to 60
to pris- Oh! I am sure Mrs. Jones, the
constable's wife would never make you
comfortable. Dogo! Do gol' she plead
ed, with hands that were clasped in
pity.
"But how about your duty to Mr.
Barry?" he asked.
Bother Mr.. Barry" she exclaimed
Then, with gravel flying and the
sound Of much o%runching of small
stones. came Major Smith, the agent Of
the Barry estate, and he, seeing them,
pulled up his ponies with great sudden.
ness and, leaping to the ground, ad-
vanced, crying: "Ah, my dear fellow.
here you are! I'm delighted to welcome
you to your own house after 80 long an
absence. l went to the station to meet
you and found your luggage only-if
we don't count a message to the effect
that you had got out at Aberavar and
were walking. Should have been back
long ago if that COMPOUNDED rascal Ra-
ven hadn't stopped me to ask for a re-
duction Of rent-said his roof was fall
ing in. So l went to see it and found,
as usual, it was all nonsense. Edith
been amusing you, l hopper"
II met Miss Smith in the wood,
and"- explained the traveller.
"She knew you from your photo
grapa," Major Smith suggested. Miss
Smith blushed.
1.-THE photograph is not in the least
bit like the original. " she protested.
Nobody ever recognizes it as me,
said the young man unblushingly. 1T
is said to be a speaking likeness all tho
same"
She rewarded him with 4 grateful
glance.
people have said to me, . be contin.
ued, who is that ugly devil on your
wife's escritoireP' and p
"Your wife?"
Haven't you heard? I'll tell you all
about it. Oh, it was quite a romancel
It's a beast Of a photograph, don't you
think 80. Miss Smith?"-Temple Bar