The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-01-16

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 we'll as do that you can't serve a
subpoena out of the state. It's mp 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.
"Just as thought" pursued Miss
Blain's self constituted protector-"a
pure fake. Haven't even got her name
right Spelled it with an r."
How should 1t be- spelled?" asked
the porter.
"Why. with an m 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 giTl kept her face avert
ed, the porter shufiled uneasily and
Wentworth looked defiantly at the con
ductor, who shrugged his shoulders.
Well" remarked that official at
length, I'm no lawyer or detective
either. and don't know whether that
wires straight or not, but l don't like
to make things unpleasant for 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 bust
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
case? Who do you think am?'
II don't think anything about it"
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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. r." appeared conspic-
uously in several places.
"Oh, no, I'm not I'm Antoinette
Blair, and | never heard of the Brent
case I'm simply running away from
home to escape marrying a man l de-
test, and my guardian has found 1t
out and sent that horrid wire. They'll
keep me at New Haven until he gets
there. 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. will you trust
yourself to meT
Miss Blair smiled little tremulous-
ly.
at seems about the only thing for
me to do" she said.
"Then listen. There's a 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. l 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
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.