The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1909-08-27

The thrilling story
of . mothers love
and a woman's hate.


first watch-I am used to it-and you
go to by-bye."
Right you are" Grant answered.
Il feel as II I could sleep for a week."
I'll take jolly good care you don't
do anything Of the Sort" Basil replied,
with q grin. And in two minutes the
athlete was asleep.
The sailor made himself comfort
able In his corner, assured himself
that the Webley was easy to his
hand, and sat waiting. The carriage
was like all first-class carriages of the
great through trains to Germany, ex-
tremely luxurious in all it's appoint
ments. The great weight of the cars
on this route always prevents oscilla-
ton, though the rate of speed is as
high as any of the long Continental
runs, save, perhaps, only the first
rush out OF the train de luxe from
Paris on it's way to Riviera.
Captain Marriott was essentially a
man of action. His life had been
passed in action. He had never been
a dreamer. But now, since the new
thing that had come into his life
the new and wonderful thing which
had changed everything for him-he
found himself more inclined to specu-
lation and surmise, to think of the
future, as we'll as live in the present.
In two years more, II he wished to
do so, he could retire from the Navy
with a sufficient pension. This would
supplement his private income
and make him comfortably of, though
by no means rich. He was an only
son. and when Sir Hercules died and
Basil succeeded to the title 1t would
be no barren honour, for the Admiral
was well found in this worlds goods.
Il should think we had better be
married." said this rapid lover to him.
self, as the train gathered speed and
momentum and rushed through the
plains Of Belgium like a shell. Il
should think we had better be mar
ried directly we have finished this
business we are now on and have
found the little Duke. l don't know
what the governor will say, of course,
but I don't sees what he can say. He
has an eye for a neat figure and a
pretty face still, and he never both
cred me about society much. The
governors great ambition for me has
always been that I should get on in
the Service. He Is not a person that
cares about anything else very much.
He likes a man to make his W posi-
ton for himself, not to let his wife
make 1t for him; and, of course, Daisy
Is so charming, and SO in every way
a lady, that l am sure the governor
will fall in love with her at once.
The worst of 1t Is If I keep on in the
Service l shall have to be away from
her a good deal! OF course, lots of
other fellows are away from their
~mem-sahibs, and they don't seem to
mind it. SO I suppose I shall get used
to it in time. Besides, l might get
a billet at Malta. or somewhere that
l could be ashore a good deal. am
pretty high up on the list for promo
ton, as 1t is, and they are Ire to
give me something. No. l don't think
l will retire. At any rate, one thing
I will do, and that Is, I will marry
Daisy directly We get back to Eng
land"
So ran the sailors simple cogita-
lions. sweeter. as he found with some
surprise, than perhaps any reverie he
had known before. Yes, there was
something very wonderful in being in
love! What was Daisy doing now3
Oh. Of course, she would be asleep;
they were In the wagon-lit. "Was
she dreaming Of him?" he wondered,
and, - he thought Of her. he breathed
q wordless prayer that she might be
protected from all the perils and dan
gers Of the night.
He began to get . little sleepy ut
length, and looked at his watch. It
was characteristic Of him that he
wore no watch-chain. and his time
piece was q little affair of gun-metal
which had only cost him los. Cd.
When he saw the time he started.
Good Lord" he said. II have let
that rufian. Grant, sleep for three
hours!"
He went up to his friend and shook
him vigorously. do you know" he
said, that you have had three hours,
and you were only to have an hour
and a halS?"
Grant awoke.
WELL" he said, as oon as the
situation became clear to him, that
is your lookout, isn't it? But still
l am quite ready to keep awake for
three hours In my turn! Halloa! the
train Is stopping!"
There was a knock at the door.
Williamson entered.
1--WE have come to Herbesthal, SIR"
he said, 1.-The frontier. and l must take
the hand baggage out to be examined.
| Will you come, too, or shall / take
the keys?"
"Oh, we might as well stretch our
legs" Grant replied, and the valet,
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