The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 192: what you’re looking at

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That Deceptive Telegram. 185 dollar and was turning away, but she clung to him with a persistency which was annoying, if not compromising. “You ought to hand her over to the police,” said the rector’s bachelor friend. “The girl went to the bad long ago. J have seen her here, and know what she is. If she troubles you again forget that you are a clergyman and hand her over to an officer.”’ The Rev. Alfred agreed, and his friend engaged a Pink- erton detective to follow and protect him. The next day the Bishop had decided that the afternoon should be passed in the different parks, and that at six o'clock the clergy should assemble at his home on On- tario street for dinner. Mr. Brown’s bachelor friend accompanied him, and, together with the Bishop’s nieces, they went to Lincoln Park, visited the hothouses, viewed the gardens, rowed on the lake, and looked at the bears. ; Expecting some disturbance, Mr. Brown had told his fair friends about his trouble and what might be ex- pected. Mrs. Brown was on his track. For a few moments he left his company to look at the deer in a separate pen nearer the lake, and when he re- turned found the Bishop’s nieces in a peculiar frame of mind. “You may take us both to the Bishop,” they said. “What's the matter?” the clergyman asked. “Nothing,” one of them replied, “only the girl you told us about came up and denounced you as her husband.” Conniclooolk (CO)