Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1886-03-28

emerging from the furxs-bushss. "rvs
seen her here twice before in early
morning."
"No. sir: I don't think she lives
beresbouts, and don't fancy she's q
lady, Meditatively. /" She hasn't got
no locket, no feather"
My opinion was the reverse.
!. Keen lookout near the pool, then,
nv man you understand" said /,
slipping half-a-crown into his hand.
"Thank you, sir, I'll keep my
weather.eye open. A mods as good as
n wink to blind horse"
For days after this adventure that
girls pathetic voice rang in my ears
her beautiful dark eyes seemed ever be-
fore me. When slept / dreamed she
had thrown herself into the pool and l
was powerless to save her life.
II CHANGED at this time that had to
call at my surgical-instrument makers
in the Strand. A block Of vehicles
having occurred in that crowded thor
oughfare, l waited at a crossing, and
CHANGING to glance into cab immedi-
ately in front OF me, what did see but
the brown bonnet, and through its
gauze veil the exquisite profile longed
again to behold? A gentleman was
seated beside her. CHANGING at him, a
feeling possessed me that he was not
unfamiliar to me; but it was not until
the cab began to move that | identified
him. 1t was my nocturnal visitor OF
Rue Ste. Marguerite He, Of all men
in the world, to be that poor girls COM
panion Without moments hesitation
/ determined to follow them. A craw-
ling hanson was passing (never again
shall they be mathematical by mel. l
sprapg into it, telling the driver to
follow the four wheeler in advance
OF him. Its destination proved to be
Fenchurch-Strset station. Avoiding
observation, | watched my Partisan ac-
ouaintance take tickets for Ongar. |
then took one also. Following them to
the platform, / noted that the young
lady assembled the stairs YEARLY, look
ing neither right nor left. The man,
on the contrary, seemed all activity (;
he was well dressed now, and had
shaved off his untidy light beard, wear
ing a black moustache instead-dyed,
Of course.
They entered carriage, | its neigh
Dor. and the train started. Beyond
Stratford Essex begins to get pretty,
and at Ongar it is quite rural. A fly
was waiting at the door Of the quiet lit
tie station. With his left hand the
man carried small portmanteau his
right arm was thrust in the breast OF
his coat. He hurried his companion
to enter the vehicle, which drove away
down long country road.
"Whose trap is that? l asked the
porter.
"Mr. wilkinson's, sir, ofthe Crown
Inn.'"
sis it going far' should like to
hire it,"
cit won't be back for hours, sir.
It's going to the mad doctors at Danes
bridge-a long drag for one hanimal."
This was unexpected intelligence.
"What is his name ?"
CDR. Gryce, sir. / don't think he
makes much OF a do Of it, for he doesn't
keep no trap, no 'orse, no nothing
and his house is ramshackled old
place, good enough for a madhouse,
suppose" -,
TO fill up the time I strolled through
the clean little town until the de-
parture Of the next train, wondering
how to gain some intelligence Of the
hapless girl, whom it panied me to see
in company with a person | had SET
down as q maurdis sWet. Was he
taking her to a lunatic asylum?
wondered. Was there anything amis;
with her mind? No, no impossible
She had been wild with despair thai
lovely June morning-nothing more.
remembered her evident struggle fol
composure, her replies to my questions
These were not indications Of insanity
NV previous interest in her deepened
but | returned to town without having
formed q course of action, unwilling
that fate was working for me.