OCR Text |
Show ®It> '!Rose ant> Sll1>er "Sure," replied the Doctor, cordially. "Anything." "Will you take a note out to my sister for me? I shan't get back for-some time." "You bet. Where is it?" "I have n't written it yet. Just wait a minute." Romeo tore a leaf from an old memorandum book which he carried, and wrote rapidly: "DEAR jULE : " Isabel and I have gone away to get married. You can have half of everything. I 'II let you know where to send my clothes. "R.C." He was tempted to add an apology for what he had said earlier in the day, but his newly acquired importance made him refrain from anything so compromising. He folded the note into a little cocked hat and addressed it. " Much obliged," he said, laconically. "So long." "So long," returned Doctor Jack, starting the engine. "Good-bye," said the Colonel, lifting his hat. Romeo left Isabel at Madame Bernard's gate. "Hurry up," he said, in a low tone. "I 'II meet you under the big elm down the road." "All right," she whispered. Madame Bernard was asleep, so Isabel " \tears, tt>le \tears" hastily crammed a few things into a suit-case and slipped out of the house, unseen and unheard. As the half-starved minister of the country parish was sorely in need of the gener~ ous fee Romeo pressed upon him in advance, the arrangements were pitifully easy. He was at the trysting place fully ten minutes before she came in sight, staggering under the unaccustomed burden of a heavy suit-case. It might not have occurred to him to relieve Juliet of a cumbrous piece of baggage, but he instinctively took it from Isabel. "Come on," he said. "We've got to hurry if we don't want to miss the four-thirty." "How long does it take to get married?" queried Isabel. "Not long, I guess. See how people fool around over it, and we're getting through w1th it in one afternoon. We're making a record, I guess." It seemed that they were, for when they came to the shabby little brown house, near the b1g white church, the minister, his wife, and a nexHioor neighbour were waiting. In a very short time, the ceremony was over and Mr. ~nd Mrs. Romeo Crosby were on the train, speedmg toward their honeymoon and the lively years that undoubtedly lay ahead of them. Allison had changed his mind about going out that afternoon, but promised to go next 343 malting a 'RtCOtll |