Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-03

cause and OF the romantic relations oi
Mivins and his little public.
Equal surprise came upon the latter per
son when mirror in front of him revealed
the features of the detective. Presently
they met.
mot word as to my identity, was about
the hushed and whispered salutation oi
each.
Identity indeed" quoth the body SER
want. 81 have lost mine. The conversation
!! of the hostess and of nearly all the people
here seems that of Queer street. But as you
ask why 1 am here, how is it you are?''
II am only professionally known to Mrs.
Merton. 1 attend many receptions and
weddings, and my face becomes known to
many guests without their guessing my
vocation. Know that not only ground
swells, and not few of the swell mob OBJ
tain forced entrance to these entertainments;
whereat it is a wise host who knows all his
guests but the bona fde guests that am
employed to watch.'
ITO watch?"
''There are light fingers in the fashiona-
BILE, as in the adventure world. Many a
wedding present disappears. Many an
ornament falls lowell, let me say-the
floor, and is never found BY its owner.
Beside, am advised to watch this evening
one particular chap"
"Who is he?"
"Never you mind yet; but I'll tell YOU
before long. But what has been done to
you that you are losing your ident1ty?"
Before Mivins could speak the question
was practically answered by another group
settling around him, led by the ubiquitous
Mrs. Leo Hunter.
"Was your lordship-I beg pardon
ing for undue eagerness-"were you wearied
of listening to compliments" she said.
"Here are several who wish introduetions
to you and who have heard of your prowess
in the park"
Introductions followed and she confiden-
tally whispered to the detective: $50 you,
too, are on the scent" And she rolled her
eyes Significantly in the direction of Miv-
ins.
The former, not understanding, or rather
Misunderstanding her reference, whispered
in response, ST feel sure he is not what he
represents himself to be-" But the detect
i've was referring to the Baronet, on whom
the suspicious of Mulberry street officials
had already fallen. Her eyes twinkled
with triumph as she answered in one of her
mysterious whispers, ''Of course he is not,
but what can his rank be?"
mo rank at all, I fear. He may be an
impostor."
''Impostor? ImpossibleI" and her face
heightened.
"But 1 must attend to him now as the
supper crush is beginning" and Golden
Tim made his way toward the frantic.
hungry crowd in the adjoining room, fol-
lowed bv the bewildered Mrs Leo Hunter.
Presently three persons emerged from the
supper room-two of whom, a man and a
woman, were evidently in state of excite
ment. The other was detective, cool as an
icicle on Chamouni.
"What means this impertinence. said the
man.
"This is nv accepted husband" added
the lady to the detective. "What do you
mean by this BEHAVIOR
She was an imperIous and well-preserved
matron-a widow of family and fortune.
ga short time ago you were wearing in
your hair, madam, an ornament composed
of an opal surrounded by diamonds
She put her hand to her coifure. It was
gone.
The man turned pale.
"Did You pick it up? have dropped it. /"
The detective with quick yet quiet move
mentran his hand into the man. breast pocket
and pulled out the ornament, while the false
Baronet aimed an Intellectual blow at his as
sailant.
''See what they are doing to Sir Frederick
Murray" cried lady coming toward them.
At this some groups rushed toward where
the three were standing. The detective, in
low voice, said, as he slightly touched the
wig: "Bob Sutten, you are dead to rights;
come out quietly and avoid scene"
But the lady had diverted attention by
fainting.
She was at least saved froma wretched ex-
istence on the other side OF the water such
as several American heiresses have known
who blundered into wedlock.
Mrs. Merton instantly became Niobe, 80
fer a. tears, idle tsaEl.", were concerned.