Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-02-27

and they were waiting for her to be-
gin. So they settled themselves, a
happy trio, in the twilight, and Frank
began.
You want to hear how I have made
my way home at last. You got my
letter, | hear?"
yes" said Phyllida; 'but it was
more than month old, and in it you
said in three weeks you would be here
or dead, and SO we began to fear ?
ut was foolish boast on my part,
said Frank 81 never thought it would
give you SO much pain, but when I
wrote it our deliverance seemed close
at hand. The time that came after
that was, think, the worst part of all
were negotiating with took fright, and
refused to embark us, and the gems
d'armes got wind of our hiding-place
and came to search the house. We
had only just time, thanks to a faith
full dog, to escape them, and take
a shelter for ourselves in a hole lined
with branches and covered with an
old horse-cloth.
There we had to remain for more
than month, nearly frozen to death
with the intense cold and almost
starved, for our good woman could
only convey provisions to us by
stealth at long intervals, for fear of
discovering our retreat. At last the
exposure and suspense grew unbear-
able, and [ resolved to risk anything
and go in disguise to Bruges, where
our friend had connections, who she
thought might aid us in our escape.
Even you, Phyllida, would not have
recognized me dressed as a carpenter,
as I walked into the town under the
very noses of the sentries at the
gates, making calculations on my rule
with chalk as I passed by them with
impunity.
81 found the house to which I had
been directed, and in it a Spanish
family, whose goodness and devotion
l can never forget. They concealed
me in garnet, which was palace
to me after the hole in the woods,
whilst they made inquiries for an es-
cOrt for us to England, and at last one
of the daughters accompanied me Ct
was disguised this time as her broth.
err, to make the final arrangements
with the worthy skipper, who put us
ashore at Deal this morning. Luckily,
we had plenty of money to bride him
with, for Marston had been we'll sup,
piled from home before we left Valen
ciennes.
81 wish you could know that Span
ish girl, Phyllida, for you would love
her. I told her all about you, and
why | was so anxious to get home
without further delays, and she sent
that sounded twice as pretty in her
Spanish tongue as / can make it
how pearls mean tears, and they were
all she had to give me, but she hoped
they would be for you only tears of
joy"
"How very kind of her!" cried Phyl-
Ida. ''She must have been very fond
of you, Frank. I will write to her as
soon as you like. But go on; do go
on"
We'll, the skipper wanted me to
sail with him at once, but of course
1 had to go back for the others, and
that was tedious, difficult journey.
1t was only just in time, for little
Marston was so i'll in that horrible
hole, though We were grateful enough
to it for Sheltering us as far as it did,
that I thought we should never get
reached the coast, after SO many mar
row escapes of detection that I can
not understand now how we man
aged II; ana when we saw the sea
again after nearly two years inland,
you would have thought us mad fell
lows in our joy. We rushed down to
it, and plunged our hands in it, and
even drank it! | do not think even
the first sight of the white cliffs on
this side the Channel made us feel
more wildly happy.
"Once we were fairly out at sea
ydIl went well, ILL we Idu luCO DSdl DIT
daybreak this morning. | drove off
as fast as a post-chaise could bring
me to the Red House, where [ saw
Mrs. Makey, and then on here, and
the others are gone by mail to Lon
don, where l must follow them by
coach tomorrow to report myself"
Tomorrow" cried Phyllida, in
dismay. mo. no, Frank, you must not
go away so soon"
Tt is only to come back the sooner,
dear heart" he replied, '.and then our
next journey shall be together. We
must talk to Mrs. Allen about that. l
have waited too long for you already.
Let us settle our wedding-day for next
week. l have promised Marston he
shall be my best man."
And as Phyllida murmured some
thing about her gown, he went on:
HAS she not kept that white gown,
Mrs. Allen, l saw her in first under
the hawthorn? I am sure she must
have it, and [ have set my heart on
that for her wedding-dress. Luckhurst
will iron it out for YOU if that is what