Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1906-05-30

CHAPTER XIV.
Continued.

night train, and on his way he tried
to arrive at some conclusion respect
ing the amount Of wisdom he dis
played in thus taking the advice of an
anonymous correspondent
Il wish, he thought that the un-
seen bearer of this mysterious mis-
sive had seen fit TO deliver it earlier
in the evening. l might then have told
Leola, his face softened as he spoke
her name-"that | was about to start
on this wild chase. Or if there had
been time to send her word | should
have been better pleased than | am
now. What viii she think when she
finds that | do not come to her tomor-
row."
It was not an agreeable thought,
and Cyril pulled up in his steady trot
and half decided to turn back, but he
did not like broken resolutions, and
having resolved to go to London, did
not care to turn back.
NO he muttered, III see this to
the end l can write tomorrow to
my darling. There will be a delight
In that My first-her first-love
letter.
This helped him to bear the almost
intolerable impatience Of the situation
and he ran up the steps and asked
for a frst-class ticket to London.
The regular ticket agent had gone
home for the night, and the porter
who had been left to issue the tickets
was both slow and sleerv.
He knew Cyril, however, and
touched his cap respectfully
Going up late tonight, sir, he
said
Yes" assented Cyril, absently.
Not many passengers by this train,
suppose?"
Not generally" said the porter,
but tonight" he broke of sud
denly. Here she comes, sir-smok-
ing carr"
Yes, said Cyril, following the por-
ter on to the platform.
Then, as he got in and the man
shut the door, he remembered that,
though he thrust his pipe into his
pocket at starting, he had forgotten
his tobacco.
He let down the window and leaned
out.
Have you any tobacco?" he said
81 have forgotten mine"
''Yes-a little. sir; here-where is
it? An, here you are, sir"
Half will do" said Cyril. You
will want a pipe yourself before morn
ing" he added, in his considerase
way.
The man laughed
"All right, sir Goodnight and
pleasant holiday
Holiday" thought Cyril, and he
pulled up the window.
AS he did so he saw woman,
closely wrapped in a shawl and with
a veil down. get into a car lower
down the platform.
rs it her handwriting, or is it not?''
he asked himself 1T is not imp0s-
sibIe. 1t is even probable 1t ia
just the thing a shy. reserved girl
would do on the impulse nj the mo-
ment She may have discovered
something, and, while anxious to tell
me- yet dreaded having her name
mivxed up in 1t. Hers is a timid
shrinking nature; yet, I believe it to
be hers Who else could have sent
it? know no one who could have
written this letter but she. The very
ground of suspicion is so limited.
There is Leola-hut fancy my darling
writing me an anonymous letter five
minutes after parting from me, and
fiinging it, or getting it flung, through
the window" and he laughed
Then there is Mrs. Wetherell-
absurd. There is Lady VauX-a per
son whom l scarcely know, and who
is not very likely to feel aHy great
anxiety to assist me in am WY! No,
this was written by Cicely StanhOpe
She has learned something, by chance,
of course, and has chosen this way of
communicating it to me- Well, the
first thing to do is to respect her re
serve and confidence l tear the let
ter up, OF course"
The sudden stopping of the train,
and the shouting of porters, aroused
him. and looking out he found that
they had arrived in the Lonon Ter
minus
ANY baggage. sir?' asked a porter.
opening the door.
NO" said Cyril, and the question
caused him TO put another to himself.
Where was nc TO go-what should
he do first?"
NO 10, Suffolk street, KingsIand,
he said to the cabman, and away
went the horse over the hard stones,
Cyril watched the wOrhmen going
to their work; the man of pleasure
hardest worked man of all--stagger-
ing home; the milkmen Gathering
their cans,
Swiftly The hanson made its way
through the well-known centers OF the
town to the suburbs. It was a long
drive. and Cyril wondered what con
nection the mysterious house. right
out Of the world at Kingsland, could
have with Lorme Abbey.
What number in Suffolk street? ?"
asked the ca5man, through the door
in the roof
"No. 10. No. stop at the corner Of
the street" said cyril.
we'll ha-r zQ-7 sra then +" said the