Litchfield enquirer., 1881-02-24

morrow She's an odd one. can tell you quite mystery here"
 Indeed l"fI said, growing tired Of my friends loquacity, which was not to be readily suppressed now. +.t4 sstf7p a,f4elxg
 You're in the, wine trade, ain't you!" lie said suddenly; haven't met you p '
 1T am not in: the wine trade, or in any trades. ..,;5,saa asft ,si 47se s sao7
 aOh see. 2 regular gent, taking it easy. Well, there's nothing like it, if the coin will hold daout.' French, of course ?'' t' -9lF. ''i.N ei sYes, lam asFrenchman. 1astfg GtaaoJ . ,,d Going across to- morrow LOT going to make 8 stay here? I go across tomorrow" he added, by way of an extra inducement for me to continue my journey. sa That last remark de. cided my course of action.o4 a i,3 antes 70 !
 Fl shall remain here 3 few days" replied
 If you make it few week, 1 shall be back Eagain. My name's Saunders. "'f'" '9ah! ~
 I did not reciprocate his confidence; I was tired of the mans obtrusi yeness, and anxious to got away from him. l did not think that he would trouble me presently aud be one oi the links of chain that was being forged al. ready for me. 1 only knew that here was s specimen of the English bagman highly de veloped, and that every word he said jared upon me unpleasantly. Igotup to withdraw; | 1-Sh finger aver bad wine and an indifferent des sert.gaHF s4afi sug*o ,Gs.W sid7 hf9iion {! bae ssPl give, you, one tip before you go," he said, touching my arm and grinning at me ''dont try it on with the lady in gray. She don't care to speak to anybody, and she can shut, you up with half look, By George, it :. a scorcher of a look, pretty as she is 'shan't forget her in hurry T wouldn't have sat here if had known she was coming this evening. Ifyou're going to hays cigar any where. Bill Saunders is your man, you know Pr eaIiof .s 8p@l -s' to L -.. i@ -
 ar Thank youTA shall belengaged this even4 s5 7'oh! no offense-just as you ike-rm never hard up for pain -sa,> ts "ou HT" n, thought this was the end Of Mir. Saunders, and that he was not likely to cross my path again. had not met a nan before whom had so quickly disliked as he. This was the Englishman of the farce-more like the beings my conntrymen depicted than any I had en- countered yet. +-, '''2i@ '' 'i-'
 I went out to the high road, and the parade upon the sea, walking past the few holiday folk left, and the band that was praying for their amusement, walking on as far as Sand gate-and descending the cliffs to the lower road, where found that there was return route nearer to the sea. Tue evenings were drawing in at that period. It was the middle of October, when the night falls early and the breeze from the sea is keen and cold after sund own walked back toward my hotel at a rapid rate j. half way toward Folkestone l came upon the lady in gray walking as rapidly in the opposite direction. 1 was sure it was she; there was 8 grace and manner distinctive enough to betray her even in the darkness. .a 'e To my surprise, she advanced toward me, onA T,attR opf3r ood h,& ok recognizes me, 1t seemed. H tf5*E@ ~tt ''ata
 ''Can you tell me how far it is to Hythe. Sir; by this road ?" she inquired in haste,
 "No, madam, am stranger here" ss,.t "Ithink 1t is near Sandgate, but I am not sure.a Thank you, "she said; then she passed me and went on swiftly again into the shad iows, where she was lost. .als ha4 t5e# knH
 was bewildered-the lady in gray had a mission to fulfil, and there was mystery in it and her isolated life It was not my business to interfere with it, and it was wholly unlike me to become impressed 80 quickly by other peoples movements. but 1 was interested in her-aye, aud drawn toward her
 saw DO more of her the following day she was not at the table d'hote in the evening, as had expected. .-,.. ....
 Old patrons of this hotel, men and women who were forever in it's precincts, spoke of her to my surprise at the dinner-table with free. dom which I-perfect stranger to her though 1 was felt disposed to answer.
 Miss Grey is on the. wing again" red faced, white-moustached man said, with a short laugh. s azl..l g....s .u-a1 ,,:l. :le
 Quite romance, this, fittlng,' answered the lady to whom bespoke; T should be glad to know her history '' -''7 .it'You may depend upon it you never will, !" answered the first speaker. .,,a s 2.a.~d
 ''She is very young, and so very quiet too, or should have thought" and then the lady stopped not knowing what she thought, or not caliug ts confess t.seG f Sf ni <
 T declare would not come here at all, or bring my innocent daughters here. if Monsieur De Lorme" (thls was the proprietor of the hotel) ''had not assured me that she came to him with the highest credentials from abroad" "a. faa,,ils .~sis sJ..,u wei <, 'iAh! these Frenchmen will say anything. " HF"I'cant help thinking she's an actress. :"
 dissOr au 'adventuress' said another voice.. another lady's voice too, ''or worse. nI have DO confidence in, ladies with a mystery the mystery is always worthless and discredit- able. na ,a'as% y'na7s& 7i3F"d |" 4+@ 75' 'F' nit'Not always, but very often certainly" said one more charitably disposed. aibu5 6s sfli1 Y
 She was al the hotel the following day, and I scented waiting for her. 1knew that she had arfivedalate last night: a chance inquiry Of an inauisitive visitor at the breakfast table'ilad given me the news, saw. her in the morling reading on the beach, sitting apart from the few visitors who were there. and deeply inter esteda in her book, lido not believe she looked up from her volume once, even to regard the sea, foaming and lashing against the shingle furiously that day. I sat at distance watch ing this mysterious lady, and hardly cbnscious was watching her.goGi oi i"l 1st' gar | l'aa ... At the dinner-table WE were together once more. Strangely enough, I had chosen the seat1next her .again. As she came down the room I felt my heart beating faster than it's wont, lest she thould pass the chair vacant on the left For moment she. paused, and even hesitated, then took the seat and looked for an instant at me. ssiy flahuAaf8Ins i3ifllnU3 iD9fsi Before 1 could remer,ber the commercial travellers story of her austere reserve, or think even of my own, by an impulse for which could hardly account, save that it was natural to be courteous to one whose face had grown familiar as guests, bowed low and mur- mured a good evening
 ! She returned my salutation proflptly and with faint smile. There was no vexafion at being. addressed, as had almost anticipated and feared from the travellers legend of two nights ago.
 ! G7'Good evening"" she replied. } i't'bns aeee ! She seemed less thoughtful and more 1obi seryant-numbers had thinned at the hotel; i; the old gentleman with the white mustache had gone to London; Saunders, of the firm of |Toats & Twirl had not returned from Paris |; one or two new faces, pale with the voyage across, were at the dinner-table; several of the old were missing. 0Tf- .gI
 l was wondering if l. dared speak, to her again, when she addressed me so suddenly that I started and coIoredH sl'i a9 Wssl 3a'7s
 Do you intend a long stay here ?" ishct in- quired. ....,>1 .-..'.. ... 4..,4. All ,;
 sT-I hardly know, Madame, 1 am not pressed for timen -4'1sii Stas 3ie.tifii'
 s.iIt is not place where much amusement is to he found at this tune of the ---the nights are long and the air is cold
 slam traveling fefny heaRIi, unforfnnate- y-Tnot for amusemeat.". goii7f,I slflfa seIi
 "lndeed!" she said, with some, interest ia her tone of voice T should not have thought you were an invaiid.n n 'o " H9fs'f"' ~s.2
 Il dispute the assertion myself at hone- but there, are friends in France who will not take my word"
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