The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-06-25
CHAPTER XIII.
Speed the Parting Guest.

~OUR o'clock in the morning is
Il graceless hour. Graveyards
may yawn at IL, but even they
are content to slumber at 4. !
don't believe there is anything so DIES,
olate in this world as the mental per-
| spective one obtains at 4 o'clock.
Tombstones are bright beacons of
| cheer as compared to the monumental
regret M experiences on getting up
to greet the alleged and vastly over
rated glories of a budding day. The
sunrise is Il pail. 1t is Il deadly, dour
thing. 1t may be pink and red and
| golden and full of all the splenlors of
the east. but it is Il resurrection, II
you can't make anything else out of it.
Staying up till i and then going to
bed gives one an idea OF the sunrise
that is not supported by the facts.
There is but one way to appreciate
the real nature of the hateful thing
called dawn. and that is to get up with
it instead Of taking it to bed with you.
Still, l suppose the sun has to come
up, and perhaps it is just as we'll that
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least likely to suspect it of anything
SO shabby.
Four O'Clock is more than a grace.
less, sOdden hour when it uShers in a
day that you know is to be the un-
happiest in your life; when you know
that you are to say farewell forever to
the hopes begot and nurtured in other
days; when the you love smiles
and goes away to smile again, but not
for you. And that is just what 1
o'clock on the morning of the 14th of
September meant to me
BrittOn and l set forth in the auto
mobile just at the break Of dawn,
crossing the river a few miles below
the castle and running back to Il point
on the right hand bank where we were
to await the arrival of the boat con.
veying the countess and her escort.
Her luggage, carefully disguised as
Grated merchandise. had gone to
Trieste by fast express Il couple OF
days before. sent in my name and con
signed to Il gentleman whose name
do not now recall, but who in reality
served as Il sort of middleman in trans.
ferring the shipment to the custody of
a certain yachts commander.
1t was required of me-and of my
machine, which is more to the point
that the distance of 100 miles through
the foothills of the Austrian Alps
should lie covered and the passengers
delivered at a certain railway station
fifty miles or more south Of Vienna
before 10 o'clock that night. There
they were to catch a train for the lit.
tie seaport on the upper Adriatic, the
name of which l was sworn never to
worth while to be released from that
oath, l I'M Of necessity compelled t.
omit the mention Of it here.
Mr.. Bangs went on to Vienna the
night before Il departure, taking with
him Helene Marie Louise Antoinette, q
rather shocking arrangement, you
would say, unless you had come to
know the British lawyer us we'll as w
knew him. They We're to proceed by
the early morning train to this obscure
seaport. Colingraft Titus elected to
accompany his sister the entire length
Of the journey, with the faithful Blake
and Rosemary.
!. Billy Smith was to meet us a few
, miles outside the town for which W
, were bound, with Il word of warning
, if there was anything sinister in the
wind.
heard afterward from Poopendykt
r that the departure Of the countess aud
| Rosemary from the castle in thS gray