Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-06-09

And now they're bored to death with each other They had honey moon at Monte Carlo, where they had been the year before on the Borden Jones yacht, and they came back to the same old round of teas and dinners and dances. There was no romance in that"
 The man shook his head.
 "But Harriet, one of our parloI maids, married a m.~rr way out west She met him by answering an adver tisement in matrimonial paper. He came east after her, and she wrote Marie that they were awfully happy. He had never beaten her once"
 The man flung back his head and laughed. and the girl laughed with him. Then suddenly she clutched his sleeve.
 You've passed the Dalton turnpike, and I must be at Stoneywold for lunch"
 I've are not going to Dalton,' said the man calmly. i've been out this way before. Just two miles beyond we will cross the state line"
 "But why? Oh. must go on to Stoneywold."
 The man ignored the remark.
 And across the state line, I under stand, there is no need of license"
 "Oh!" said the girl very softly, and the great car stopped beneath the arch of freshly leaved trees.
 He flung aside his heavy driving gloves and took the delicate, sensitive face of the girl between his two hands.
 "Will you, dearestY'
 Her eyes stopped dancing and turned wondrous tender.
 "Oh, hoped you'd understand, but I did not dream"-
 will you, dearest?' persisted the man.
 She lowered her long lashes over the eyes into which he tried so hard to gaze. Later she murmured from the shelter of his arms: But I want to tell you the truth, Lester. I never loved you till just this minute And had made up my mind that if you did not understand I would just"-
 He threw on the power.
 "Let us get across the line quick be- fore you change your mind again."
 Hiram Manning. justice of the peace in the -th district, plucked at his beard and regarded the couple doubt fully.
 "I'd like t oblige you, but this ain't no Gretna Green. an'-weil, I don't mind tellin' you that the girl looks un- der age" s-.
 But am not" protested the girl. T am twenty"
 Not castin' no reflections, ma'am. but I'd like some proof''-
 The girl and the man looked at each other; then the girls troubled glance travelled to the table, and smile frightened her face.
 'Isn't that proof enough that my family are wilingT
 She held the paper toward the jus tice with the face of girl peering straight from the printed page.
 The justice looked from the picture to the girl, and his face alternately flushed and paled.
 Gosh all hemlocks, you're Banker Clafiin's girl, and he-he's'-
 'Yes," said the girl. her eyes danc- ing. He is Lord Gramaton. But, in- deed, he's very nice in spite of the fact" she added as Justice of the Peace Manning continued to stare in- credulously at the mans slim figure fin its dlsreputable motoring apparel.
 You wait bit. I'll be right back" said the justice, with sudden accession of spirit, and he started for the door.
 The girl and man sprang after him.
 "You are not going to telephone-to town-to those wretched reporters. Please, please, let us be married quite alone, with just some of your family for witnesses" cried the girl.
 "Yes," added the man nervously. "We've just run away from all that sort of thing -pifie, don't you know. Please let us get away quietly. Don't telephone. beg of you"
 "Telephone nothin'," exclaimed the justice heartily. I'm just goin' to put on my Sunday suit. Never expect to marry a millionaire's girl and a lord again in my time."