Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-01-04
CHAPTER TT.


cab, driving out of the high, iron gates
OF the asylum, she felt she must be in
some extraordinary dream. She had new
er driven IN any sort of yehicle before,
and the curious sensation of being car
rled over the road at quick pace added
to the vagueness that seemed to envelop
her; but the keen east wind as it rush
ed In at the window awoke her, and with
a sigh, she knew it was no dream, but
reality full of excitement, confusion and
unspeakable pain. The tears she had re-
pressed rolled down her cheeks as she
thought of Jean left alone n that mis-
cradle life. Then her young 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 Mountnerry you
must get out and wait on the platform
till a lady speaks to you. She is my
wife, and will look after you. l should
have taken you down myself, but I cannot
leave Broadborough for another week.
Now, you must be a good, diligent worker,
and never forget your duty 20 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
a sort of lullaby in her ears. She was
very weary and was soon lost to every
thing in a deep, dreamless slumber.
She was awakened by a 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,
GREATNESS, evidently with having run
very fast. 1t was young man. Audrey
pazed 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 breeches and boots, and had
hunting crop in his right hand. He
laughed and brushed some of the mud off
his sleeve with his crop. lie pulled out
his watch and consulted it.
''Just twelve" Audrey heard him NUT
fer. and she was bewildered to think
she must have slept for something like
two hours. She drew back a little ner-
vouslv into her corner, for the young
man had folded his arms and was gazing
intentIy at her slender, black-robed figure
out of a pair of very handsome gray eyes.
AS a matter of fact, Lord John Glen
durwood was not even aware OF what
was onposite to him. He vas busy max
ing a rapid mental calculation.
'"Ten minutes to the stables, and then
good hours hard ride back, and then
il will be just a toss-up or no whether
thew will not be miles away before l even
am halfway there. Well, it's worth hav-
ing a shot at anyhow. | must get
brush-dovn somewhere. Sheila will have
q fit if I turn up like this. | don't know
how I came such a cropper; making such
a iolly fool of myself, too, before every
hodv. I hope poor Hector isn't badly
famed. poor old chap! Can't take him
o,,+ AGAIN this week. that's very certain.
Here we are at Glaston, another five
minutes. and then Beignton, and then
the stables just as fast as l know how
to run" ,..., 4;
Tho train drew up at a little station,
o,d the Guard came running down to the
carriage. He touched his cap with great
respect. -
"'Ope YOU didn't 'urt yerself, my lord
but Won know it is dangerous Jumping
in like that, when she's on the move,
Won't YOU change carriages, my lord
This amt fit for the likes CT your ! 10,
shin What did you say, ma'am
.Am-am 1 near Mount5erry Station
n,ease?" faltered Audrey, breaking IN on
the brief conversation.
..Mountberry? Why, we've passeo ,I !.
a quarter of an hour ago. hight, blll
yes" giving a shrill whistle. Right she
is. Now, then, there! y
The train moved on. Audrey .ookeo
about her uncertainty; she was Irignt-
ened and bewildered. What should sne
do? Lord John, usually caiieo Jazz :at
glanced at the figure before him with
some interest. 4h.b
"I,ooks like widow. Can't De- tnousn'
sba,s so small and young. Poor creature
She's very poor, at any rate. she,s eFi-
IDENTITY upset at passing her station.
He leaned forward and addressed Au-
drov IN his kind-hearted way.
s:yon can get another train back lmme-
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