DESERTED
XXXVII. AUX ARMES!
XXXVIII. NEWS FROM THE CAPE
XXXIX. A GLEAM OF LIGHT
XL. THE BOLT FALLS
XLI. WHAT JUDGE?
XLII. UNEXPECTED EVIDENCE
XLIII. SIR GILBERT'S TEMPTATION
XLIV. AT BAY
XLV. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
CHAPTER I.
ELMA'S STRANGER.
It was late when Elma reached the station. Her pony had jibbed on
the way downhill, and the train was just on the point of moving
off as she hurried upon the platform. Old Matthews, the stout and
chubby-cheeked station-master, seized her most unceremoniously by
the left arm, and bundled her into a carriage. He had known her
from a child, so he could venture upon such liberties.
"Second class, miss? Yes, miss. Here y'are. Look sharp, please.
Any more goin' on? All right, Tom! Go ahead there!" And lifting his
left hand, he whistled a shrill signal to the guard to start her.
As for Elma, somewhat hot in the face with the wild rush for her
ticket, and grasping her uncounted change, pence and all, in her
little gloved hand, she found herself thrust, hap-hazard, at the
very last moment, into the last compartment of the last carriage
--alone--with an artist.
Now, you and I, to be sure, most proverbially courteous and
intelligent reader, might never have guessed at first sight, from
the young man's outer aspect, the nature of his occupation.
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