Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1907-08-09
CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER II.
As Audrey found herself alone in the
cab, driving out of the high, iron gates
of the asylum, she felt she must be In
some extraordinary dream. She had ney-
er driven in any sort Of yehicle before.
and the curious sensation OF being car
hed over the road at quick pace added
20 the yagueness that seemed to enVelsp
heF; but the keen east wind as 1t rush
ed in at the window awoke her, and with
a sigh, she knew it was no dream, but a
reality full of excitement, confusion and
unspeakable pain. The tears she had re-
pressed rolled down her checks as she
thought of Jean left alone n that mis-
cradle life. Then her youag spirit rose
above her grief. She was free, and be-
fore very long Jean should be free, too,
and they would go away together, as they
had dreamed and whispered so often in
the night hours. Mr.. Thorpgate was
waiting at the station and spoke kindly
to the girl.
There is your ticket, Maxse," he said,
land when you reach Mountberry YOU
must get out and wait on the platform
till a lady speaks to you. She is my
wife, and will look after you. should
have taken you down myself but cannot
leave Broadborough for another week.
Now, you must be good, diligent worker,
and-never forget your duty to your en-
ployers and to heaven"
Audrey thanked the kind-hearted cler
gyman and accepted his advice gracefully.
The train carriage was quite empty. and
they were proceeding at a quick, even
pace that had the effect Of soothing the
girl. The rumble of the WHEELS buzzed
sort Of lullaby in her ears. She was
very weary and was soon lost to every
thing in deep, dreamless slumber.
She was awakened by sudden OPEN
ing Of the door, by several voices shout
ing, and by some person jumping into
the carriage and sinking on to the seat
breathless, evidently with having run
very fast. 1t was a young man. Audrey
gazed at him in startled amazement
through her veil. He was splashed with
mud from head to foot, but his clothes
were perfect In make and fit. He wore
rough riding breaches and boots, and had
a hunting crop in his right hand. He
laughed and brushed some Of the mud off
his sleeve with his crop. He pulled out
his watch and consulted it.
Just twelve" Audrey heard him NUT
ter and she was bewilderpd to think
she must have slept for something like
two hours. She drew back a little nsr-
vously into her corner, for the young
man had folded his arms aud was gazing
intently at her slender, black-robed figure
out of pair Of very handsome gray eyes.
AS a matter of fact, Lord John Glen
durwood was not even aware Of what
was opposite to him. He was busy max
ing a rapid mental calculation.
'Ten minutes to the stables, and then
a good hours hard ride back, and then
It will be just a toss-up OF no whether
they win not be miles away before / even
am halfway there. Well, it's worth hav-
ing a shot at anyhow. l must ret a
somewhere. Sheila will have
a fit If turn up like this, don't know
how l came such cropper; making such
a jelly fool of myself, too, before every-
body. hope poor Hector isn't badly
famed, poor old chap! Can't take him
out again this week, that's very certain.
Here we are at Glaston, another Eve
and then Beignton, and then
the stables just as fast as l know how
to rum"
The train drew up at a little station,
and the guard came running down to the
carriage. He touched his cap with great
respect.
"'ope you didn't 'urt yerself, my lord
but you know It is dangerous a jumping
in like that when she's on the move. |
Won't you change carriages, my lord? |
This amt At for the likes CT your lord |
ship What did you say, ma'amT
"Am-am near MountSerry Station, |
pleasep faltered Audrey, breaking In on |
the brief conversation.
"Mountberry? Why, we've passed It |
a quarter of. an hour ago. Right, Bill
yes" giving a shrill whistle. Fright she |
Is. Now, then, there I"
The train moved on. Audrey looked
about her uncertainty; she was fright
aned and bewildered What should she
dof Lord John, usually called Jack,
glanced at the figure before him with
some interest.
Looks like a widow. Can't be, though,
she's 50 small and young. Poor creature
She's very poor, at any rate. She's evil
IDENTIFY upset at passing her ste ton"
He leaned forward and addressed Au-
irey In his kind-heartsd way.
You can get another trsia back imme-
diately from BeiUtOh. You viii reach