Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 143: what you’re looking at

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THE FLIGHT OF THE EAST-BOUND EXPRESS. 135 course, I could not make it out, but from their sus- picious actions, when they saw me enter, I am ready to swear it had some connection with the registry book at Richmond.”’ ‘‘Just as like as not!’’ exclaims Bob, uneasily. ‘‘T hope they haven’t been ahead of us,’’ says his wife, ‘‘for much as I have already from another source, I would hate to see the old Gordon place pass into the hands of such a man as Colonel Cornelius. ”’ ‘“After all, we may be borrowing trouble—cross- ing bridges before we come to them.’ ‘‘And as we are on our wedding journey, we can’t afford to let such things worry us. We’ll make up our minds that all is well, and leave the rest to a higher power.’’ ‘Ah! we move—now it is on to Cincinnati, then over the Blue Ridge to Richmond.”’’ So the city on the muddy Missouri is left far be- hind and they start to meet the sun in his daily journey, plunge along all day, and reach Cincinnati about dark. Another night and day and they will be in Rich- mond, with everything favoring them—then the result of their telegraphing will be made manifest. Bob it is this time who makes inquiries, and pres- ently meets an official who hands him a sealed en- velope. A minute later Pemberton enters the car, and holds a message aloft. ‘‘Good news, I prophesy,’’ cries Gypsy. ‘No one could mistake that broad grin on Bob’s face, From your friend at Richmond ?”’ CONNIE OOKS.E@ im