The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-10-30

| too late to save." said he, and no de- tective was ever better snadow. | The Atlantic express lett a. iV q. n. | and at l0:l5. in tears and cab, Florence | Morgan's maid reached the Old Colony | Building, wherein was Mir. Edwin Glenn | official desk. He didn't stop. to ques, tion when he saw her race, He & sraJDso iD,o the street and into the first hansom. | (Which depot?" said he. Twelfth Street." said she. and the cab went on way to the lake, and Ned Glenn was | scooting out of the suburbs in swift pursuit. lie had penned three telegrains 1 while that engine was backing down | from the roundhomse. One was ad- | dressed to Mir. William Fleetwood, on | Train No. 10, try Sucha City. Many a | stop or showdown had Ten to make be- | cause of crossings, but an engine running wild, by the grace of the Road. took | chances denied the express, and was at her neels as she rolled in the lee or the sand dunes at that once hopeful sta- | it started again. and caught the rail Tn | flying leap in time to catch the girl Then he had the deep sagacity ty leave | her alone to come, first, to herself ana | then to him. Meantime he subsided be- l hind a paper. with the telegram In his | pocket. Within half an hour she was looking for it, and presently arose, glanced about her, then sought his chair.
 
 II? No" said he, unblushingly. He had risen at her coming. Now he was looking about among the footstoois T only saw one for Mir. Fleetwood. That's the one. Where is itT'
 Hes got it. or the same thing; that is. if he's at Miles or Zallamakoo.
 There was flush to the brows as she answered. but no fire in her eyes. The news that wire gave had quenched
 You read it. I suppose" said she. meaning to be crushing.
 'I wrote it." said he, with shameless calm. ''I wrote two more. She's writ ing, too. by this time.
 MT. Glenn. you don't mean he has
 Miss Morgan, l don't mean he shall have one !" the stories against him were cruel, said | she, sinking into the opposite chair, and | motioning him to be seated. He
 "Crael-yet true," said Glenn. imper-
 Now the pretty face grew pale indeed. | and the shadow of a great dread ana | trouble came over her eyes. . | He was-he is to-meet me at Mlles'
 said ske, trembling.
 He isn't" said Glenn, placidly.
 You kaven't--Well, what have you done? :Cu'Ve no right toto stop me. | said she. for no matter how much he knew of her escapade, it would never do to let him assert control | Neither right nor desire, answered. he with amazing mendacity, and the | same exasperating calm. Tt is he I'm
 And vet barely a month before he had
 sworn he loved her.-had oesought ne,
 to be his wife. and Uncle Newton ana
 auntie So approved of him. and now that
 he should dare to say that he had neither
 well. at least that he dtdnt care to
 Eff Mr. Fleetwood is there I shall gc
 with him." said she. bridling.
 So shall l." said he. Were almost
 there now"
 ticn-and a hearing said she.
 "He certainly is," said he. That
 the whistle for Miles now. Be ready fol
 shock. He won't be there ..., | And he wasn't. With incredulous eyes
 she searched the station and not sigI
 of the bridegroom-e appeared. II
 deepest chagrin, and yet in odd rellei
 she turned to Glenn flor explanation
 Guess he must have heard from tne
 lady" said he. He expects her on this
 train-with the officers of the law Ther'
 goes the train. Now, what shall we dt
 to kill time till the Chicago specla
 q can't go home-and face them all
 and-and-the girls" she walled, Wnei
 they know l = c-came to be ni-
 Unmarried.
 Certainly not" said he with promp
 decision. That's why l came along. II don't understand you" said sn peering up through her tears-a prett. and pathetic sight despite her soboine "Plain as the nose on your-l mea' , mv face said he. They'd guy you t death if you came back-without tn l You don't think-you don't mean r ]. marry your? .z,o., o,, "Mr. Glenn, she cried, stampin,g, l1! he Right again." said he. Be girl {, spirit and insist on the cetemony ,dn Wiin } out delay Permit me" and with lnnn ite gravity he offered her his arm. Where are you going? she asKe amazed .,rd l "To the minister's. He's close at hanc l and it's really scandalous for us to 70 here together. you know. when-wer . not even engaged. ~ ..ao There be men who stem the tide their affairs even at its flood, and such was he. That night the Newton l got marvellous dispatch:
 c Married at Miles to the man or you |. chioce. Florence Morgan Glenn.