Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1906-10-02
By
w. A.
COPYRIGHT By S. s.
MCCLURE co.

and poor Jack won't be able to SEM
me up to Darjeeling next hot weather.
And you'll be going for month again
next season, Sir Lemuel. won't you?'
Now, as 1t happened, the captain had
had row with the acting port officer
coming up the river, SO 1t was Just IN
his mitt, as he expressed 1t. "pll ar
range 1t for Jack tomorrow, he said.
"Never fear, little woman Gle spoke
of you as jack" she told Leyburn later
on, "and It's all right, love. Lucky the
Ironclad was away.'l
A lady approaching from the ball
room heard little rustic among the
plants, pushed eagerly forward and
stood before them. Another mission
airy had entered the field. II beg par
don, Sir Lemuel." and she disappeared.
Perfectly scandalous!' she said rs
she met Lushton. Some one ought to
advise dear Lady Jones Of that design
ing creatures behavior"
"For Cupid's sake, don't" calculated
Lushton fervently. LET the old boy
have his fling. He doesn't get out Of
ten"
1--WE no intention Of doing so my
SELF" said his companion with as
perity.
But all the same telegram went
that night to Lady Jones at Prone,
which bore good fruit next day ard
much Of it.
When they emerged from the crotons
Mrs. Leyburn was triumphant. The
captain was also more or less pleased
with things as they We're. Jack will
probably crack LENS head when he
doesn't get his appointment" he
,, thought
The captain slipped away early from
the ball. 1t seemed somehow as though
| the fun had gone out of the thing. He
began to have misgivings as to the
likelihood Of the chief engineer keep
ing his brother shut up much longer.
"I'I get out Of this in the morning"
he said as he turned into bed. i've
had enough Of it. I'll scuttle the ship
| and clear out"
This virtuous intention would have
been easy Of accomplishment. COM
paratively, II he had not slept until 10
! o'clock. When he arose the secretary
| came to him with troubled face.
ssThere's telegram from Lady Jones.
| Sir Lemuel, asking for the carriage to
meet her at the station, and I've sent
1t. She's chartered special train, and
we expect her any moment"
Great Scott, I'm lost!' moaned the
captain II must get out Of this. Help
me dress. quickly, that's good fellow"
| An official accosted him as he came
out of his room. II want to see you,
| Sir Lemuel."
as that your tomtom at the door?"
answered the captain quite irrele-
vanity.
Eyes, Sir Lemuel."
"Well, just wait here for few mini
utes. I've got to meet Lady Jones,
! and I'm late"
Jumping into the cart he drove of
| at furious clip. Fate, In the shape
of the Ironclad, swooped down upon
him at the very gate. He met Lady
4 Jones face to face.
"Stop!" she cried excitedly. where
are you going, Sir Lemuel?"
.sI'm not Sir Lemuel!" roared back
| the disappointed captain.
| mice exhibition you're making OF
yourself-chief commissioner Of Bur-
ma"
"I'm not the commissioner of Burma.
| I'm not your Sir Lemuel," he answered,
| anxious to get away at any cost.
1.-THE man is mad. The next thing
| you'll deny that I'm your wife"
"Neither are your roared the en-
ragged captain, and away he sped.
Lady Jones followed. 1t was pro
cession, the red spokes of the tomtom
| twinkling in and out the bright patches
! of sunlight as it whirled along be-
tween the big banyan trees, and behind
the carriage Lady Jones sitting bolt
| upright with set lips. The captain
| reached the wharf first He was down
| the steps and into sampan like shot.
| 1t was the only sampan there. The
carriage dashed up at that instant.
| There was no other boat. There was
| nothing for it but to wait.
"Come. Lem: Get into these buds and