Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-10-03
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CHAPTER XI.-(ContinuedD

CHAPTER XI.-Continued.)
''Stop. stop. Miles!" she cried, start
Ing forward, with dilated eyes and quiv
ering lips. DO you mean," catching he
breath. that you suppose that that Ian
Ger was"
Your lover he interrupted fercely
81 don't suppose it, / know it." A VIC
lent banging of doors, small, shril
whistle. an Il beg your pardon, sir, time
up" from running guard, and the trai1
was already gliding out Of the station
with Miles last passionate sentence vi
brnting in Esme's ears. Il don't suppos,
1t. l 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 q mo-
ment or two she did not move, she seem
ed stunned: then, regardless of Flack, she
6ung herself on her knees and buried hel
face in the dusty blue carriage cushion
opposite. saying, "Oh, this is too much
too much" Fate was too hard! Wa.
she to lose both Teddy and Miles within
the very same hour? 1t was impossible
and she wept unrestrainedly and violent.
iy.
"Oh, I'm too miserable to Hve!" 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-
provinsly.
1T is not him. Flack. it'-ir's Captain
Brabazon." trying to stifle her ungovern-
able sobs.
Laws, yes; saw him a minute at the
carriage door, and he seemed a 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 / do?" wringing her hands in
q 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: 81
have it. miss! You can telegraph-tele-
graph raising her voice still higher.
"Telegraph-but 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 Flack! The in
slant we get to Waterloo I'll telegraph
that Teddy is my brother. Under the cir
cumstances Teddy would not mind!'
mo, indeed; why should heT' indig-
nantly. "Deary, deary me! l would
not have believed it of a quiet-looking
young gentleman. l would not have be-
Eeved it,
Believed what?"
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 long-drawn sobs and
ouivering 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.
CHAPTER XII.
The telegram was dispatched the in
slant they arrived in London, and Esme
breathed more freely. Then she and
Flack made their way across town, had
tea at another station, and after another
railway journey and a jolting drive Es-
me, tired, stiff and dazed, descended at
the side door at home. She was admit
ted BY Gussie, with a rather frightened
face, a candle in her hand, and her finger
on her lips.
so you are home safe and sound,
she whispered. well, my dear, l would
not go through this evening again for
triAe And how pinched and pale and
frozen you look. We must wrap you up
In cotton wool tomorrow, or you won't
be at all the pretty bride We intend to
showw
81 don't think shall ever be q bride,
said her sister, in an exhausted tone,
into her most popular schooi-room
chair. Miles came up to me at the sta
tion, literally stammering with rage. DE
looked as II he could have-have killed
me, with pleasure; and in about three
sentences cast me off, and said good-by
forever. 1 was too much astonished to
speak-to tell him the truth; and in one
second more we were gone.
Great heavens! was all Gussie could
articulate, as she knelt on the hearthrug.
'I have sent him a telegram to his club,
and II he goes back to London he will
get it, telling him who Teddy Is.
I'm surprised you had that much
sense" said Gussie, drawing a breath of
relief. "And to what clubY
The Mars and Jupiter"
..Oh. you stupid, stupid owl! he never
eoes there, not once in a blue moon lou
,houId have sent it to the Jup'"r Red and
Blue" nodding ner mead impressively
well, we'll, well. l cant have you dy
ny on my hands, all the same; drink some
Of this nice. hot soup at once. l saved
IL for you. Come, now, there's good
rirl; starving won't mend matters.
whats the use? It's very good o.
vou. but the very idea Of swaliowinc
makes me feel sick; indeed it does.
THAT'S hunger" retorted Gussie.
"the pangs of gnawing munger
Come, now, you really must. after III!
keeping 1t warm In a dear little saucepan
or the last two hours. And think wnat |
spectacle you will be when Miles comes
,ere tomorrow. arrives up the avenue
penitent, on his bended knees. and prob
lbly with peas in his shoes.
And thus Esme was persuaded to De
,ood girl.
"And poor Ted-what about him!' in
Iuired Gussie, sitting on the rug ana
lursing her knees. You saw him on,
md see how dearly you have paid for 1t,