The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 193: what you’re looking at

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186 That Deceptive Telegram. “This is really too much to bear,” Mr. Brown replied. “T wanted to help the poor girl, but if she cannot respect her friends I must give her over to the police.” Accordingly, after taking the young ladies to their uncle, the Bishop, he called the detective and gave him instructions to watch closely and arrest any woman who followed or annoyed him or his companions. Soon after the detective whispered in one of the nieces’ ears. “Beg pardon, miss, but I am a detective. Is that woman yonder the one who annoyed you?” “Ves, it 1s.” “All right. Hope you'll excuse me,’ and the detective went over and led the woman to the police station. The Rev. Alfred Brown passed a pleasant afternoon after that and enjoyed himself at the Bishop’s dinner, which was good and served in true Episcopal manner. After dinner there were speeches and a social, and it was not until nearly midnight that the convocation adjourned. When the Rev. Alfred Brown reached the club-room he found a telegraphic message: “Come at once. Am in trouble. “'TTTERESA BROWN.” “Holy Chasuble! Something awful must have hap- pened! I wonder if thieves have broken in.” The good father never stopped to look at the date, which was at the North Side police station, but prepared to go down to Quincy. CEORMIE OOO <Saeve)