Penny Dreadfuls, 1897 · page 15 of 240
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THEIR WEDDING MORNING. 11 gravely, ‘‘I would assure you that you need have no anxiety on my account during your honeymoon, or after- ward; but I see clearly that now, as heretofore, you will place no reliance whatever upon my words, and that you discredit my motives. ”’ “You speak truly,’’ said Ivan; ‘but we will not discuss the reasons for my distrust. You know them even better than Ido. You may spare yourself any words. I shall not be disturbed by anxiety.”’ *‘On another occasion, then, I may hope for a somewhat extended conversation. Good-morning. My good wishes would doubtless be repugnant to you.”’ Ivan bowed silently and Poubalov withdrew. “Strange that I should be pursued after all this lapse of time, and to this far country,’’ thought Ivan; ‘‘but I have done right. I have nothing to fear from Poubalov or the government whose paid spy he is ”’ He looked at his watch, and, resuming his place at the table, hastily swallowed a cup of coffee. Mrs. White’s eggs remained unbroken. A carriage was waiting for him at the door and it was time that he should go, for the wedding was to take place at Rev. Dr. Merrill’s little church in Roxbury, four miles away. With moderate driving and no accident he would be there in time to meet the bridal party at the door. A happy farewell to his landlady and her daughter, and he was off. He did not notice that as his coupe evened into Somer- set Street from Ashburton Place, a closed carriage left its position not far from Mrs. White’s door and followed. If he had observed it he would have thought nothing of it, for in Boston other persons besides bridegrooms employ public conveyances, and it is not always that a cabman is employed to drive a fare to a wedding. Ivan’s coupe rolled gently down Park Street, and lose as if reached the corner of Tremont, one of the forward wheels came off. The passenger was precipitated forward, and the driver with difficulty kept his seat. He climbed connie ooolks (C(O)