The Press., 1907-01-02

are from police neaQQuarterS, sO IAeIo Is nothing for me to do but give you into custody at New Haven"
 "Rubblshg' calculated Wentworth before the girl could speak. eff you do any such fool thing as that you'll find yourself in about the worst scrape you ever tackled. This young lady isn't charged with any crime, is shef"
 The conductor shook his head doubt fully.
 "Of course not. Well, you know quite as we'll as I do that you can't serve a subpoena out of the state It's up to her to say whether she'll go back | and be a witness in that beastly tTial or not That wire didn't come from police headquarters any more than you did. Let me see It."
 Impressed by the decision of his man. ner, the conductor almost mechanical iy complied with his demand.
 "Just as I thought" pursued Miss Blain's self constituted protector-"a pure fake. Haven't even got her name right Spelled 1t with an IT."
 "How should 1t be spelled" asked the porter.
 "Why, with an 'n.' naturally" said Wentworth, with whitening scorn.
 Do you know this gentlemanT' ask ! ed the conductor, turning to the girl.
 "I-that is"- she began helplessly.
 "Know me? Why, Pm one of her best friends" interposed Wentworth hastily, managing to give her elbow a surreptitious pressure. T came on this train purposely to look after her, al though she didn't know of my inten- tion."
 There was a moments silence, during which the girl kept her face averted, the porter shufied uneasilE and Went worth looked defiantly at the con- ductor, who shrugged bis shoulders.
 "Well," remarked that official at length, I'm no lawyer or detective either, and I don't know whether that wires straight or not, but I don't like to make things unpleasant for lady. I can't interfere with the proper au- thorities If they come on at New Ha- ven, but don't know as it's my busi- ness to give 'em any help. Perhaps you can fix some plan between you" And, motioning to the porter to pre- cede him, he passed on through the car.
 The girl turned quickly to Went worth.
 ''What did you mean," she asked, "by talking about my testifying in case? Who do you think I amp
 "I don't think anything about it," said Wentworth, TT know you're An nette Blain, and you're leaving New York so you won't be obliged to appear at the Brent trial" And he glanced significantly at her luggage, on which the letters "A. B." appeared conspic uously in several places.
 "Oh, no, Pm not. I'm Antoinette Blair, and never heard of the Brent case. I'm simply running away from home to escape marrying man de- test, and my guardian has found 1t out and sent that horrid wire. They'll keep me at New Haven until he gets there. I know they will"
 Wentworth gave low whistle.
 How old are youT he asked ab- ruptly.
 Nineteen" ..-.-......
 Wentworth considered for a moment.
 "See here," he said. "Will you trust yourself to meY
 Miss Blair smiled little tremulous- ly.
 "'It seems about the only thing for me to do,' she said.
 '"Then listen. There's a flag station this side of New Haven. I'll fix the porter to stop the train there, and we'll slip of and take the next train back to some station where we can hire a trap to drive over and connect with the Central. I have an aunt liv- Ing In Albany who'll be delighted to keep you for few days until you can arrange your plans"
 "How good you arey' murmured the girl fervently. How can ever repay youY'
 Wentworth flashed an eloquent glance at her, whereat she blushed deeply and busied herself with her luggage.
 The city editor of the Evening Star received two telegrams from Went worth before he returned from his va cation.
 The first was dated "Portchester" and read:
 No trace of woman on express.
 The second came from Albany a week later, and Collins groaned as he read:
 Was married today in this city Going Niagara. Back 24th. WENTWORTH. Another good man spoiled" sighed Collins.