Valentine Democrat. (Valentine, Neb.) 1900-1930, 1900-07-12
CHATTER XI.-Ccontinued.l

CHAPTER XI.-(Continued)
"Stop, stop, AIilesr' she cried, start
ing forward. with dilated eyes and quiv-
ering lips. DO you mean" catching heI
breath, that you suppose that that Ian
Ger was"
''Your lover he interrupted fercely
Il don't suppose it, / know it, a vio-
lent banging of doors, small, shrilI
whistle, an Il beg your pardon, sir, times
up," from running guard, and the train
was already gliding out of the station,
with Miles last passionate sentence vi
brating in Esme's ears. Il don't suppose
it, | know it." His angry eyes, his pal
lid face, were still before her vision, in
stead of the sheds and trucks and grimy
red-brick walls, that they were passing
with ever-increasing speed. For a mo-
ment or two she did not move, she SEEM
ed stunned; then, regardless Of Flack, she
flung herself on her knees and buried her
face in the dusty blue carriage cushion
opposite, saying, "Oh, this is too much,
too muchp' Fate was too hard! Was
she to lose both Teddy and Miles within
the very same hour? 1t was impossible!
and she wept unrestrainedly and violent
ly.
''Oh, I'm too miserable to live!" she
moaned, as Flack came and bent over
her; insisted on her reseating herself,
and not taking on" in this wicked way.
He'll come back, Miss Esme, safe and
sound. Don't you be fretting for Master
Teddy, you know, as he said you wasn't
to-and you promised. Come now," re-
provingly.
1t is not him, Flack! it's-it's Captain
Brabazon," trying to stifle her ungovern-
able sobs
Laws, yes; l saw him minute at the
carriage door, and he seemed bit put
out"
Flack was somewhat deaf, and, being
at the other end of the carriage, the hur-
ried interview between the cousins had
been nearly all dumb show to her; what
with the noise on the platform and the
kissing of the engine, the sound Of their
voices had been entirely drowned.
Il never told him about Teddy" said
Esme, in a choked voice. "Teddy would
not let me, and now he thinks all kinds
Of dreadful things. What shall l do?
What shall I do?" wringing her hands in
a frenzy Of despair. Then taking off her
hat, and pressing her hands to her throb-
bing temples, she gazed hopelessly at her
companion, who sat before her open
mOuthed and stared back in a condition
of mutual stupefaction. But a bright
idea suddenly beamed upon her mind,
and, nodding her head two or three times
with great satisfaction, she shouted: II
have il, miss! You can telegraph-teIe-
graph" raising her voice still higher
"Telegraph-bu where?"
"Well, to be sure, don't know, miss;
wherever he is. But you may know"
'His club, of course; that will find him. |
Oh, you clever, clever FIack! The in
stant we get to Waterloo I'll telegraph /
that Teddy is my brother. Under the cir |
cumstances Teddy would not mindr'
mo, indeed; why should hep indig- |
nanty. "Deary, deary me! l would |
not have believed it of a quiet-looking
young gentleman. 1 would not have be-
ieved it!''
Believed what?'
'Why, that Captain Brabazon could
have worked himself up into such a ter
rife passion about nothing; that he had
such an audacious temper. Miss Esme,
his eyes was blazing like two candles in
his head"
To this remark ESme made no reply.
She could not talk; she dried her eyes,
tried to master her Iong-drawn sobs and
quivering lips and sat with her hat in
her lap, gazing vacantly out of the win
dow while the express thundered and
roared through station after station, but
went all too slowly for her.