The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-05-27
THE FATAL JEWELS.
CONCLUDED


THE FATAL JEWELS.
CONCLUDED
With the British and Russian consuls
at his back, he had little difficulty in
tracing the fugitives. They had gone to
Lyons, and thither he followed them.
Hurrying to the hotel where he had been
told they were staying, he had tho ill
luck to meet Sohuoff in the street. An
ugly word and something worse passed
quick as thought, and the next morning
they faced each other, with the worst
of arguments in their hands. They were
IN country where to confess mistake,
IS to be coward, where tho small sword
and the pistol are the only means of ex-
planation. A blow had been given in
the public street, and only blood could
wash away the stain. So blood was shed,
with this Ito reasoning minds) ludicrous
Observation-Disclosures (by the blow
had to wipe out his own injury with his
own blood. Count. .Schuoff fell, shot at
the first discharge. As his second raised
him from tho ground, he beckoned to
Haywarde, and said, "Look here, Hay
warde, you've been too hasty, and too
proud. / can tell you now what I would
have told you before, if you had not
broken out upon ME like that. I did
leave Constantinople with somebody
whom 1 had no right to take away; but
it was not Susey. Ny God, to think
such thing of her! Why, the last
words she spoke to me were praise and
love for you-for you'll And you-don't
think say 80, because I cannot answer
for my words. Give me some brandy,
and Til stand-I can-Ill stand up
again. 1 1ciN. l say you are a fool, an
idiot-y you are" (his English failed him,
and he hissed out the worst words his
adopted Language gave him)-''you are
,n lache to doubt Su-Su-" But here
excitement sent tho blood, Which had
hitherto only stained his lips, surging ND
into his throat till it choked him; and he
could say no moro for many O weary
day.
When Stewart Haywarde went back to
Pera and renewed his quest, explaining
that Count Schuoff had been wrongfully
suspected, people smiled. They knew
the Count. He was not the man to
swallow camel (by running away with
his friends wife, and strain at gnat
(by hesitatiug to tell lie to screen her.)
Where was the lady? Had Mr. pHay-
warde seen the person who was with the
Count ut Lyons? No. Ali, that was a
pity. He could have wrung their necks
for the contemptuous tone in which this
was said; but lie was too much broken,
too full of miserable doubts. He had no
spirit left. Kinder hearts thought it
quite natural that he should fight against
the public verdict for his boys sake, and
give him comfort by assisting him in his
search. Baser creatures took his money.
and gave him hope. It was not the first
time that beautiful foreign ladies' had
been missed for time. Some pashas
and great men had permitted themselves
to carry off beautiful ladies to their
harems; but, never fear, the lady would
be found, only it would cost money; and
30 Cd.
At the time Whereof write, the great
Eltchie was in the British embassy, and
the Grand Turk himself would no more
have dared to harm all English lady,
than be would dare to breakfast off hog
In Bairam. But our simple squire knew
not this, and the harpies feasted on his
purse, which ho could refill, and on his
heart, which was wasting away. At last,
The place became 80 hateful to him, and
his health 30 shattered, that he was
obliged to leave. He sailed away for the
Turkish Archipelago, and Iistlessly visit.
ed its beautiful islands, returning fre.
quently to Constantnople. to hear from
his agents the old story. The lady Lad
not been found, but abe would be. Tie
money he left .was spent; they must have
more, &C., &c. The poor baby had
ceased to call for mamma, and shrunk
from the gloomy man who clasped him
50 t'assi6nately to his breast, or gazed at
him so darkly.
Twelve months passed; carnival time
came, and perhaps some rags of tho old
scandal we're dragged about the ball
rooms, and some sneers indulgod in at
the poor Englishman who would not be
satisfied; when the sharp ring OF the
watchman's stavos against the pavement
was heard, and "Yengesn ua, Galata dn!"
was shouted. There was n fire in Ga.
lata. Only in Galata. It did not mat
ter, then; and so they went on dancing.
The alarm gun doomed ont from tho fire.
tower; breathless scouts ran along
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