The Democratic advocate., 1908-06-12

Jones yacht, and they came back re
the same old round of teas and dinners
and dances. There was no romance ir
that
The man shook his head.
but Harriet, one of our parloI
maids, married miner way out west
She met him by answering an adyer
t1sement in matrimonial paper. He
came east after her, and she wrote
Marie that they were awfully happy
Tie 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 l must be at Stoneywold fol-
lunch"
eve 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, l 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, dearest?'
Her eyes stopped dancing and turned
wondrous tender.
"Oh, hoped you'd understand. but l
did not dream
"Will you. dearestT 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 want to tell
you the truth, Lester. I never loved
you till just this minute. And I 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 amt
no Gretna Green, an'-well, l don't
mind telIin' you that the girl looks un-
der age"
"But 1 am not" protested the girl.
II 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 a smile
frightened her face.
"Isn't that proof enough that my
family are willing"
She held the paper toward the JUS
tice with the face Of a 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 hemlochs, you're Banker
Claflin's girl, and he-he's''-
"Yes,'' said the girl, her eyes dane
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 in
it's disreputable motoring apparel.
"You wait a 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-piffie, don't you know.
Please let us get away quietly. Don't
telephone, 1 beg of YOU
Telephone nothin'," exclaimed the
justice heartily. 'I'm just goin' to put
on my Sunday suit. Never expect to
marry millionaire's girl and a lord
again in my time"