The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1908-09-26
CHAPTER I.-continued.

"the Honorable Agatha wyckhoff'
CHAPTER l.-continued.
This proved to be the case. AS l
addressed myself to her the girl rose
with dignity and replied: Il am the
Honorable Agatha Wyckhoff and /
own these grounds. So, you see, you are
trespassing."
Bnt her tone was laughing and her
expression not at all severe, so L
promptly told her who we were. and
we shook hands, the Honorable Agatha
smiling at me somewhat the way she
had smiled at Vincent, though perhaps
a trife more appreciatively.
I'VE didn't mean to-" said Vincent,
land i hope you don't mind. You'll
forgive us, won't your"
The girl laughed. and it was laugh
that / like to hear, not the silly, re-
pressed giggle of London debutante.
She'll very nearly do" l thought.
even II she isn't more than TO-"
Forgive your" she repeated. "Of
course l will. / think it's great fun.
/ haven't seen a new man for six
weeks"
was wondering what she meant
by using the word new" and waiting
for Vincent to reply. when, instead Of
answering her, he suddenly pointed
over my shoulder with look of hor-
ror. THE train" he cried, 'the train"
Sure enough, when / turned / saw
our train had started and. although
moving slowly, was well on it's way
to the little town in the distance.
We were three-quarters of a mile
from the tracks by this time, and of
course pursuit was useless.
Left behind" cried Vincent. dra-
matically, and burst out laughing.
That's just like him-he always
laughs at everything. For my own
part l couldn't see anything funny
about it. Here we were set down in a
little town that probably did not con-
tain an inn, while our luggage travelled
merrily on to Cuppstone, all because
of a foolish within of his. The girl
laughed, too, SO there was no use in
telling him what thought of him then.
well, what are we going to do?" /
asked sharply.
Dor" echoed Vincent. why, with
her permission, we'll play game of
gold with the Honorable Agatha. and
then go on to the station, whatever its
name Is, and take another train for
Cuppstone."
Its name is Wye" said the Honor
able Agatha, the town of Wye, and
that's a very good plan. That's just
what We'll dc"
And it was just what we did do. And
you should have seen that girl play
golf! BY the time we had been around
the 1S-hole course felt little fatigued
one has to keep in training to dc
that sort of thing at minutes notice
but Vincent. and the Honorable
Agatha seemed as fresh as when we
started and proposed race to the
station. / told them to run on ahead
and I'd meet them later, SO away
they dashed. with Rudolph leaping and
barking in front of them, never doubt
ing that the whole thing was planned
for his especial benefit.
When / reached the station at last
instead of seeing about our train OF
telegraphing to Cuppstone about our
late arrival, there was Vincent sitting
on the luggage-truck with that girl
and. am ashamed to say. he was hold.
ing her hand. When they spied me the
girl tried to pull her hand away, but
Vincent held on.
THAT you. Archibald" he called, as
IL 1t could have been anyone else
Come on up here. We've been telling
fortunes, and Miss Agatha's hand is
very interesting"
mo doubt" / answered, dryly; but
what have you done about telegraphins
to Cuppstone, and what train have you
found we can take?'
There isn't any train" said Vim
cent, as cheerfully as if he were tell
ing me bit of good news. "Only two
trains a day run through Wye from
London. and ours was the last. Any
way, your friend, the guard. thought
we ought to get off here and put of al
our luggage"
looked around in CONSERVATION and
there were our boxes, all piled neatly
at the tar end OF the platform.
For goodness sake, Wilfred"-l
call him Wilfred when l am angry
said, turning on Vincent, who was
again busy telling fortunes-"do take
some interest. What are We going tt
do? Isn't there = station master here
who can tell us bout the inns Of this