Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-07-06


$50 I learned from DR.. Kennedy:
Principal"
"You don't help me out a bit"
II was thinking of Margaret
He colored up.
WELL" he said slowly, turning as
suddenly ashen, you'll have time tc
think some more about her. I'm hare
hit. It's the old infatuation stronger
than ever. There can only be one end
to it. And l want you to break it to
Margaret"
I tried to reason with the man. But
he tossed morality to the winds.
He begged me to stand between Mar
garet and a rough world. I warned
him that myself was not stone, and
he only smiled.
"The runaway game is played" ]
reminded him, with a ball that re-
bounds"
But, though he took my meaning, he
left me utterly perplexed.
Eve are off tomorrow night. We
catch the Dover boat, but we go south
ward. You can make up your mind to
that, unless you hear to the contrary -
The odd fish! But one can't reason
with creatures out of their element.
l was glad there was time to sleep
over it. In the morning, that I might
be prepared for emergencies, bought
two tickets for Paris. Then l sat down
and awaited events. The day wore on,
but there was no sign that Eustace had
changed his mind.
l returned from my afternoon saun-
ter to find Margaret herself at my fire.
side. She rose to greet me.
How goes our romance?" asked.
Don't, Cousin Arthur! I've done
with romance
"The scamp leaves town tonight
She shuddered.
"And not alone.''
ooh, Cousin Arthur; stop him, stop
him."
ION the contrary, the best thing
will be to let him CO.,
"You amaze mel"
"You might do worse than follow his
example. Some injured wives would
not hesitate"
She looked up bravely.
IF I bid you leave London with me,
you must not hesitate"
How we'll she took It!
1T won't come to that, you know"
I added. But act as though it might.
Pack a bag or 80, and dine with me at
seven o'clock"
IF I thought"
Thought is dangerous in a crisis"
l rejoined, "and may be fatal to a
game"
So far, so we'll. 1t was a heavy
risk. At any moment during dinner
I could have thrown discretion to the
winds, but Margaret trusted me.
And here we were, without a hitch,
at Charing Cross. Margaret was al
ready ensconced in snug compart-
ment, and friendly guard had locked
her in.
1t was now time to look for the
runaways.
"You are quite safe If I leave you,"
said I.
But she dared not trust herself to
answer.
Her bag I had taken care to leave
with a porter, so that Tor the moment
was quite unencumbered when, as
watched under the gloomy portico of
the station, saw, to my relief, the
familiar face of the man I sought.
The woman was striking, bold; a
radiant devil. What a contrast to
Margaret! could have cursed Eustace
to his face.
But suavity was the right note, and
easily assumed it.
Eustace, of course, frowned as
thrust my attentions upon him.
Thought you'd like some one to
see you off"
every good of you," he said me-
chanically.
Look after your bags and things"
I murmured, selling the lady's dressing
case. My porter was at hand.
handed it to him while her attention
was distracted. Put that in the cloak
room and bring me the ticket" in
structed him. He vanished.
Then I took them both In hand.
There was the usual furry of de-
parture all around us. I invented sew
eral new varieties of J. offlciousness
which delayed them considerably.
insisted on registering the luggage for
them, I got them to study the book
stall while mismanaged that bit of
business, after which, having secured
the ticket for the dressing bag from
my porter, felt equal to any emer-
gency. took Margaret's valise in my
hand and faced them. .
"There!" l said triumphantly. 81
think have saved you some trouble!''
Where's my dressing bag?" she
asked - !
isn't this it?' demanded blankly.
She almost shrieked with dismay.
But Eustace was looking at the ini-
tials; Margaret's initials Il i
I. took advantage OF this bewilder-
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THE contents Of my case are price