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950 from which vantage-point he issued orders after the fashion of an Admiral from the bridge of his flag-ship. — Two hundred yards from the railroad track Mr. Connors gave the word to halt. Having disembarked, he marshalled his cavalcade in what he deemed the most advisable formation. “Let de lady go foist,” he suggested. “Dat’s de perlite system.” As they took the indicated order of precedence Mr. Con- nors added, “‘An’ den if yer makes a break, I won’t haf ter shoot t’rough de lady ter git Ver, seer While they were picking their way through a bit of woods the Honorable Alexander Hamilton Burrow was moved to speech. ‘You see, Miss Asheton—Mary—I may call you Mary, mayn’t IP Life is full of chances. You need a protector. You had better reconsider and give me the right to act always . But Miss Asheton interrupted him with a clear peal of laughter. Despite the guard at the rear, she halted in her tracks. “Certainly you may call me Mary,” she said, “‘and you may protect me, too. Pro- tect me now. ‘Take the gun away from this person.” The halting of Miss Asheton forced the Honorable Alexander to halt, and the halt- ing of the Honorable Alexander brought the cold muzzle of the revolver against the back of his neck. ‘““Move on dere!” ordered Mr. Connors. “Cut out de chin-music an’ keep hikin’!”’ The march was resumed. ‘“Of course,”’ said Mr. Burrow, in a less jaunty voice, “‘there are times when we are at a disadvantage. ‘The protection I al- luded to . “Cut it out!’ suggested Mr. Connors. “‘Less of dat comedy! Less of it!”’ Mr. Burrow fell silent. To have one’s tenderest declarations pronounced comedy by a critic one is not at liberty to contra- dict, is disconcerting. _Then they came to the embankment and were instructed to climb up. On the rail- road-track they saw three men. One was an elderly gentleman in rusty clerical garb. One was a tall man of a younger generation, but the salient feature of the situation was that between them they supported a third person. Despite mud-smeared clothes and demoralized personal appearance, this third person was clearly recognizable to bride- Adventure elect and best man as Mr. Lewis Copewell. Mr. Lewis Copewell raised his head and saw standing at the edge of the embankment a rare and radiant maiden whom mortals called Mary Asheton. For an hour Mr. Lewis Copewell had been demanding of the smoldering logs whether he should ever again clasp this rare and radiant maiden. It was upon this reverie that the Minister and his son, the Justice of the Peace, had arrived. And now—miracle of miracles!— there seemed to stand the lady in the flesh! He tore himself from the supporting arms of the minister and the justice of the peace with an inarticulate roar. Then he proceeded to hop on one foot across the track, to find out whether this were a true vision or merely a brain mirage. Miss Mary Asheton took a swift inven- tory of his injuries and went to meet him. Miss Mary Asheton did not have to hop, and a man can stand quite well on one foot when he has both arms around the only girl in the world. If you don’t believe it, try it. It dawned quite suddenly on the Honor- able Alexander Hamilton Burrow that the party was quite complete. Bride, groom, best man, minister. witness and—how should he classify Mr. Connors? Heswepta comprehensive glance about—but there was no Mr. Connors. Mr. Connors had vanished into the night as suddenly as he had arisen out of the night. He had played his part and passed. In point of fact, Mr. Connors was looking on from the shadow of a not-too-distant sycamore. Sitting at the foot of this syca- more he drew from one pocket the gold time- piece that had formerly reposed in the pocket of Mr. Lewis Copewell. Then he abstracted from another pocket the watch that had been, until a short time ago, worn by the Honorable Alexander Hamilton Bur- row. Then he affectionately patted the rolls of greenbacks in his breast pocket. ‘“‘Oh, dat ain’t so bad!”’ he optimistically told himself. For a moment there was silence on the railroad-track. Then Mr. Copewell, feeling quite assured that the vision was genuine, managed to say, “ Maryt”’ Miss Asheton said, ‘‘ Lewzs!”’ The Honorable Alexander Hamilton Bur- row, thinking of nothing witty or timely to say, touched the minister on the arm and began feeling in his pockets for the marriage- license. C© MICLOOKS (©