Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1901-01-05


held the pistol, jerked it upward and.
with dexterous push, tumbled the man
backward into the boat, his legs hanging
feebly over the gunwale. Before he could
rise George himself with Il mighty eff
fort had sent his tancee and her abduc-
tor out onto the sea. Willing hands
make light work.
We stood on the beach in silence
watching the man get out n pair of SOULS
and pull toward large yawl that lay
motionless little way from the shore
They had almost reached it before
George spoke.
She's gone of her own free will-seew
he cried, pointing to the retreating boat
Il would have kept my word, but--well,
this settles the matter. Hetherbridge,
old chap, l feel like a man who has just
escaped hanging"
And certainly on our way home George
behaved like one. He seemed to forget
everything, even 1.-THE mater in the
thought of his release. We prescribed
whisky for ourselves on arriving and
then went to bed and dreamed mad
dreams. At least did. Assisting at
an elopement, especially after supper,
and when there is any running to be
done. does not suit my constitution.
Next morning we were both up be-
times and walked to the scene Of the ad-
We'll" said I. as we stood at the
mouth of the tunnel, breathing the fresh
salt breeze, what are you going to do?"
Work" said George
We come back to the point from
which we started, then?"
Thank heaven, yes" replied George,
fervently. II am going up to London
this morning to find something to do.
I've got several good friends there who
will help me-"
made no further effort to combat this
resolution, and at noon we set out for the
station.
It's goodby to all this kind of thing"
sald George, as we walked down the ave
nue. to the lodge gates, 'old wine. old
houses, old trees, the grandeur Of the inn
mortal elms-the grace of life-all gone.
Now for the stuffy little house, surround
ed by squalling children, washing and the
smell of neighboring dinners. Poor old
mater"
George sighed deeply, and we walked on
in silence
Suddenly felt Georges hand close on
my arm and he stopped. If there had
been lion in the path he could not have
appeared more Disconnected. As it han
pened, however, it was only my sister
Isabel, who was standing by the great
gray gate. dainty figure in her clinging
white dress.
You'll excuse me, Hetherbridge. I
don't want to be rude, but if we could get
out another way"
Rubbish | said firmly, and led him
down 20 the gate.
Presently Isabel saw us, and from her
movements | fancied she would have run
away, too, if there had been an oppor-
tunlty, but it was fated otherwise.
Il was afraid | should miss YOU" said
she, when we met: II thought you were
leaving by, the early train But where is
Miss Hepburn"
has gone already" said George.
Gone" exclaimed Isabel.
said l.
But my train" said George.
There will be plenty more. You can't
so today now l replied, and walked
away.
did not consider my presence was de-
sired
They stood together in silence, looking
after me.
Returning a couple of hours later, l
met Isabel.
George is not going until tomorrow, !"
she said.
OH l remarked.
Il have proposed 70 him, Jack" said
she, looking ON the ground.
l whistled.
And he has accepted" she continued.
~ most improper proceeding" l re.
marked severely
1t was the only way"
Isabel looked up at me. Was it the
roses coming back, or only a transitory
blush?
so YOU are about to contract a mes
alliance" | said
Yes, please" replied Isabel, dropping
4 courtesy.