Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1914-10-16
:TheDuke'S;
!: Daughter
!: How She Met Her Fate
3 BY the
: BARONESS Won HUTTEN :
: Copyright by Frank a. Munsey Co.
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The G'ain had stopped again, and
Wirkhnm, rubbing the moisture Off
The N.hdow with the dlngy curtain,
loci I'd Gut into the night
WicLaam shuddercd and drew back
,n;o The shabby comfort OF his second
claa5 carriage.
Karlsruhe, probably" he thought rs
tho noise of banging doors announced
speedy departure.
II WIS too dark to read. Wrapping
his rug well about his legs, he leaned
back again and closed his eyes. Then
just as the train started the door of
his compartment was opened, tho light
from lantern flashed across him, and
woman, vigorously helped forward.
stumbled into the place opposite him.
and worn bag was dumped by por-
ter directly on his foot. As IL that
were not enough, the owner paid no
attention to his discomfort, but sat i'm
movable I'm her place.
Wickham was annoyed. He dlslll1-
ed being the only other person in a
compartment with woman, and this
one, judging from the shabbiness Of
her wet brown skirt and the cotton
gloves on her Imply folded hands,
tfttnpIu lnnIyfnrr In
charm necessary to reconcile cross
man to the bore of opening and clos
ing windows and arranging another's
hand luggage
Ignoring the small bag at his feet,
he watched the blurred lights of the
city until they were swallowed up in
the darkness. Then, closing his eyes
again, he tried to find his way back to
the comfortable half sleep that had
soothed him since no left Mannheim.
But he could not sleep. Tho pres
ence of his neighbor, still as she sat,
made him nervous.
Lifting the bag, he put 1t on the
seat beside her, but still she did not
move. And then as the train rushed
round sharp curve she fell helplessly
sideways. Her hat, crushed into tho
angle Of the head rest, fell back and
revealed her face in the feeble light.
Good heavensp said Wickham. The
girl-for she was not more than four
or Ave and twenty--lay silent and still.
ii.
Wickham stared at her for a few
seconds. Then, digging his flask out
Of his bag, he sat down by her, bal
anced her limp body rs well as he
could in the wanton jerkiness Of tho
train and poured few drops OF tho
fluid into her mouth.
1t seemed hours before little color
came back into the pale face and the
sunken eyes opened.
"Danke schoen," she said presently,
drawing away from him. Forgive
me-"
Good heavens, have nothing to
forgive" he answered with n vehe-
mence that he vaguely recognized rs
quite uncalled for. "If l hadn't been
a brute I'd have seen at once that
you were ILL.,"
"Oh, wasn't Ill l wonder wheth-
er, as you have been so kind, you
would let me have little more. Most
Of what you gave me went-outside"
why, you are Engllshp Wickham
exclaimed. handing her tho flask.
How strangel You'd better drink out.
Of the flask, the train shakes So"
THANKS. Yes, am English" she
said, while he watched a wave Of bril-
liant color sweep up her thin cheeks.
Then, to his disappointment, she closed
her eyes. and he dared not speak
again.
Her hands, bare now OF tho disng-
uring gloves, lay loosely ms before, and
he saw that, though painfully thin,
they were white and slim.
Then she opened her eyes.
Don't be frightened" she said, try
Ing to smile. "but 1 am dreadfully
afraid am going toto do It again."
"Oh, for heavens sake, my dear
young lady. don'ti Take some moro
brandy"
She waved the flask away. mo, mol
r. Then suddenly she added, speak
ing very fast: "The truth is am not
I'll; am only hungry. If you happen
10 have
Catching the look in her fnce rs she
tasted the meat in the sandwich he
thrust into her hands, he fed TO the far
oDd Of the compartment and stood with
his face TO the wet window, positively
sick with pity.
When she called no found her fold
Ing the paper about tho remaining
sandwiches. II ate two" she said,
with little shamed laugh, "and-
shan't try to thank you. suppose
you never were hungryT
mo, was never hungry" no return
cd, feeling himself an unmitigated
brute. 1T was never hungry in my
life"
Your people are deadT he went ON.
The train was drawing into the Stuff
CART station, and he saw in the electric
light the half defiant expression Of her
face as she answered.
my father is alive" sho said.
Then I'd like TO punch your fathers
head"
"Yes2 My father is the Duke Of
Fnrbolton."
",rhe Duke"-
"I'he Dnke OF Tnrbolton. HnYa Won