The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-06-25
vasion was distasteful to her, and pev.

vasion was distasteful to her, and Bev-
ans heart rejoiced.
Celia was fdgety-very fdgety. Her
brother-in-law, concealing great nerv-
BUSINESS under an assumption Of indif.
ference. had to allow that she could
not have played the part better had
she belonged to their dramatic society.
Her eyes roved restlessly up and down
the platform. At last she rose and ad-
dressed Ella Plympton, who was sit
ting exactly opposite.
I'm so nervous about the luggage.
I'm almost sure they haven't put it In.
Would you. mind holding baby a mo-
ment whilst go out and look!"
Miss Plympton had no opportunity
OF refusing, for Celia planted the
sleeping baby on her lap and flew.
Not In search Of luggage, however; to
compartment at the other end of the
train, In which she hastily hid her.
self.
Il hope I've done right" said Celia.
doubtfully, to herself. But, oh, If that
blessed dear should wake up and want
me before we get to Rugby"
In the carriage she had left Suf-
fragette sat with crimson face. What
a ridiculous position to have been put
Inland before man one knows, too!
An inanimate parcel would not have
been so bad, but this morsel of slum-
bering humanity.
Bevan sat beside her with the face
of sphinx.
Il wish you would say something"
observed Ella Plympton, irritably.
II really can't think of anything
that exactly hits off the situation
i've nursed babies before, If you
mean that. 1 say, what was it,"
1T sounded like the guard whis-
! Ting"
But that woman isn't back, and
I've her. Mr.. Bevan, do something
quick. The train mustn't start Why,
we're moving. Hi, stop, stop! For
heavens sake, do something!"
great satisfaction, the train had quick
ly gathered impetus, and there was
nothing to be done. Nothing-except
to shake his fist in the face of a gap
ing porter. He did this for appearance
sake.
Ella jumped to her feet, hauled him
back from the window and leant out
herself-the child in her arms.
That was an awful moment for Bev-
an-awful, because full of unexpected
danger. The lengths to which Suffra-
gists may go have not been as yet de-
| fined. Suppose this maddened girl de-
liberately threw his nephew out! Sup
pose she was really as cruel and bad
and vindictive as her platform
| speeches led one to believe! And he
had made himself personally respon-
| sible to Celia for the baby's security
Stand back" he shouted, with
white face, grasping both her shout
ders.
| Gently, please. Mr.. Bevan! Cou're
not qualifying for House of Com
mons policeman, are you? There's nc
sign of that woman on the platform
She has deliberately foisted this child
upon me-"
| "It-er-looks like 1t.
"She has. Oh, why didn't you see
through the trick and stop herr"
II? Well, really, it's my first expe-
| - -
| There, there's no good crying over
| split milk. What's the first stop?"
"Rugby-an hour and half's rum"
He tried to disguise the glee In his
voice.
II shall have to pull the communi-
| cation cord, then"
"Oh, but that would mean i've
pounds fine"
would it,"
"Yes-'without a sufficient cause
you see."
well, that's no good then. You and
1 must just sit the thing out"
Probably that woulo be the best
way, Miss Plympton. And, after all,
it may not wake. Perhaps it might
assist matters If were to give it a
little nip out of my flask"
"Oh, Mr. Bevan, how can you talk
like that? The sweet darling! He re-
ally has a pretty face, hasn't he?"
Hes not bad baby"
What nice nose it's got! It's not
unlike your own in shape
This was true. Uncle and nephew
had that one classic feature In COM
mon, and he had remarked it previ-
ously to Celia.
"A button of nose like that-ugh!"
he exclaimed, with lofty contempt, un-
| folding a newspaper.
I'm really curious about the color
of his eyes," said Ella.
wake 1t and see!"
perhaps 1 may, when we get with
in five minutes of Rugby. ! hope the
station people will be kind to 1t. What
are you laughing at, Mr.. Bevan!
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