The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1912-07-04

murmured consoIingiy. Now, don'SDG
afraid. miss; no one amt gwine to hurl
you" the conductor produced a tele-
graph form from which he read rapidly
In low tone.
Wentworth made no attempt to con-
ceal the fact that he was listening.
"You see," said the conductor, hand.
ing her the paper. ''these instructions
are from police headquarters, so there
Is nothing for me to do but give you
into custody at New Haven"
Rubbish CALCULATED Wentworth be,
fore the girl could speak. ''If you do
any such fool thing as that you'll find
yourself In about the worst scrape you
ever tackled. This young lady isn't
charged with any crime, is she?"
The conductor shook his head doubt
fully.
"Of course not. Well, you know quite
as well as | do that you can't serve a
subpoena out of the state. It's up to
her to say whether she'll go back and
be a witness in that beastly trial or not
That wire didn't come from police
headquarters any more than you did.
Let me see it."
Impressed by the decision of his man.
ner, the conductor almost mechanical
ly complied with his demand.
Gust as l thought" pursued Miss
Blain's self constituted protector-"a
pure fake. Haven't even got her name
right. Spelled 1t with an r."
"How should it be spelledT' asked
the porter.
why, with an H. naturally" said
Wentworth, with whitening scorn.
do you know this gentleman ask
ed the conductor, turning to the girl
I-that is,"- she began helplessly.
"KnOw me? Why, I'm one of her
best friends" interposed Wentworth
hastily, managing to give her elbow a
surreptitious pressure 81 came on this
train purposely to look after her, al
though she didn't know of my inten-
ton"
There was a moments silence, dur
ing which the girl kept her face avert
ed, the porter shuffied uneasily and
Wentworth looked defantly at the con-
ductOr, who shrugged his shoulders.
WELL" remarked that official at
length, "Pm no lawyer or detective
either, and l don't know whether that
wires straight or not, but don't like
to make things unpleasant for a lady.
can't interfere with the proper au-
thorities If they come on at New Ha-
ven, but don't know as it's my busi-
ness to give 'em any help. Perhaps
you can fix some plan between you"
And, motiOning to the porter to pre-
cede him, he passed on through the
car.
The girl turned quickly to Went
worth.
what did you mean," she asked,
'by talking about my testifying in a
case? Who do you think / ana?
II don't think anything about it,"
said Wentworth. II know you're An
nette Blain, and you're leaving New
York so you won't be obliged to appear
at the Brent trial" And he glanced
significantly at her luggage, on which
the letters "a. B." appeared conspic-
uously in several places.
"Oh, no, I'm not. I'm Antoinette
Blair, and l never heard of the Brent
case. I'm simply running away from
home to escape marrying man l de-
test, and my guardian has found it
out and sent that horrid wire. They'll
keep me at New Haven until he gets
there. l know they will"
Wentworth gave low whistle.
"How old are you" he asked alb
ruptly.
Nineteen"
Wentworth considered for a moment.
"See here" he said "Wtll you trust
yourself to me" .,..
Miss Blair smiled a little tremulous-
".
"It seems about the only thing for
me to do" she said.
tThen listen. There's flag station
this side Of New Haven. I'll fix the
porter to stop the train there, and
we'll slip off and take the next train
back to some station where we can
hire a trap to drive over and connect
with the Central. have an aunt liv-
ing in Albany who'll be delighted to
keep you for few days until you can
arrange your plans"
"How good you are!" murmured the
girl fervently. How can ever repay
you"
Wentworth flashed an eloquent
glance at her, whereat she blushed
deeply and busted herself with her lug
gage.
The city editor of the Evening Star
received two kilograms from Went
worth before he returned from his va
cation.
The first was dated "POrtchester"
and read:
No trace OF woman on express.
The second came from Albany a
week later, and Collins grOaned as he
read:
Was married today in this city Going
Niagara Back Path. WENTWORTH.
Another good man spoiled" sighed
Collins.
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