Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-06-25
OUT OF THE MISTS.
CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER I.
 T was q lovely day in June. A big,
 bronzed man, with firm, soldiers tread
 and clean, spruce, soldiers look about
 him, turned out of St. James's and went
 in the direction of the Park.
 He seemed to be very well known and / also to be very well liked, for good many men stopped to shake his hand in the low-are- -you-old-fellow style.
 He did not stop more than a minute or so with any. of them, and it was not until he reached the Apsley House that he pulled up hort and grasped a hand which was held out ,o him with as much show of joy as your ordi- lary Englishman ever permits himself.
 'Why, old chap?" said he.
 '.St. Ormew exclaimed the owner of the land, "when did you come? How jolly What are you going to do? You're staying in own, of cOurSeW
 Yes, for ten days. Got here last night oly glad to find myself bere am. India is a e,lstly hole, and no mistake"
 ''l thought you wouldn't care for it much. :;ut n where E, are you going now2" with me, Philip"
 All right" rejoined Philip Messant. and he two men turned and wentin at the Park gates, Philip Messant holding St. Orme's arm.
 Your on leave, l suppose, Philip2' said St. Vrmc, presently, as they walked slowly down
 "My dear chap" answered Messant, s.I got hree days on the score of my avuncular relative being at at the point of death; am thankful to ,.;ln is shade better this morning"
 St. Orme laughed out aloud. Then sudden iy jerked Messant's arm: say, 'who's that"
 Messant looked up, recognized a friendly face, and raised l, his hat to a young lady sitting on
 Who is she" asked St. Orme impatiently.
 M iss Dallas, of course."
 '.Why, of course?' Who is she?" " Ihe last thing in stage stars, my friend. lady from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, and right good sort at that. Like to know her?
 :.Yes- introduce me-" said St. Orme,
 So Philip Messant went up to the young lady on the chair under the trees, and, after an in- 4uiry as to her health, asked if he might introduce his friend, Lord St. Orme.
 'Oh, yes," said the actress, pleasantly-and then St. Orme was presented to her.
 Ihere was an empty chair beside her-Only one. St. Orme took it, leaving Messant to stand: He also entered into 8 conversation Messant felt he would not be missed by either of them if he went
 ''I think must be going, now, old fellow" he said, rapping St. Orme's foot with his stick.
 'Good-bye," returned St. Orme.
 ''See you at dinner?" asked Messant.
 ''Yes-at the United at seven. You'll dine with me, won't you? We can go to theatre ufter
 What theatre?" asked Miss Dallas.
 Yours, returned St. Orme, promptly. Hiss Dallas"
 Goodbye, Mr. Messant," she returned. "Bye-the-bye, am at home on Sunday"
 Many thanks. I shall be charmed to cOme.''
 Then Messant went his way, leaving his old friend in-paradise.
 But he made good use of his time, and con- trived to find out more about Miss Dallas than wOIl6 in He learned that she lived in flat not a hundred miles from where they were sitting, with her mother and sister. That she was the daughter of a barrister who had left his widow d moderate income of three hundred a year That Miss Dallas had gone on the stage partly b"cause she loved her art and felt herself possessed of a gift that way, and partly because she wished to make her mothers life more easy and more to her liking than life would be on the income which was, for her, 8 limited one.
 You must come and see us,' she said pres eEtly. We have the prettiest little flat in all London"
 Il shall be enchanted to come," he answered. "May come with Messant on Sunday?"
 Yes, come on Sunday" she said, then looked up. .sThe Princess is coming.",
 II must go now" said the actress, as she turned from the railing.
 St. Orme walked beside her to the gate and Saw her into hanson, wishing wildly that he had right to get in after her and drive away with her to her home; but the wish was as useless as it wild.
 ''Good-bye,' she said with smile and lit tie Wave of her hand and then the cab moved off, and St. Orme was left standi ing bareheaded in tile bright June sunshine.
 It WAS more than half-paSt six when he reached his club, and, after telling the waiter who had before taken the order for his din- her that be would have guest and would at the chambers hard by.
 Eut although he brushed his dark, curly crop of hair into the smoothest of satin-like waves, and was as particular as usual about one face iii the oval glass which stood upon his dressing-table- face of the actress, Violet Dallas.
 Anyway, her face haunted St. Orme persist ently he dressed that night, aye and haunted him all the time that he sat at dinner w:th lis old friend and comrade, Messant- i;,tnted him. indeed, till he found himself once more in the stalls of a London theatre, and Violet Dallas was on the boards before him. E E
 He thought her just ten thousand times more ovcly than he had done before! Oh what grace-what charm was hers She was Pretty gsi,' f said Messant, carelessly, in bis ear just as he came to that conclusion.
 St. Crme scowled, but made no reply in words He had never thought that Messant ium both now.
 She's good little girl, too," Messant went en, ;lot heedinG or for the matter of that, no. ;i"'is, his friends silence. "She doesn't want ,o tl"rry q fellow, don't you know?' = should think not, broke out the other fc"'.r:y. .... at laughed and turned his attention upon t box to the left of the stage.
 .'i'"or old chap, how touchy he is since ht 3,,'.., Us. poor old chap" Mn.ntine, St. Orme had taken a VOW whicf !,r meant to keep-it was that sooner or later the sooner the better, Violet Dallas should b' Lady St. Orme.
 CHAPTER IT. THE brilliant London season had come to l close, but St. Orme was still in town and Viole Dallas was still delighting the audiences of tn | Royal with her beauty and her art. Both wer, | however just on the wing; the Dallasses fol Lucerne, and St. Orme, well, for any part o l the world that might hold the Dallases for tn next month to come.
 | True, he was an intimate and frequent gues In the Dallases' pretty flat, he sent costly gift of fruit and flowers there several times week, he lavished tickets for operas, theatre and concerts upon Vfolet's mother and sister I