The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1889-05-23
CHAPTER XVI.
fHE TIoREss IN HER DEN.

THE TI0REss IN HEB DEN.
Presently O hanson cab came rattllnn
down the street and pulled up at the door.
snow for It," said Sir. Quest to himself
as be metaphorically Slook himself together
Next minute be heard a voice, which be
know only too well-a loud high voice-say
from the cab, swell, open the door, stupid
can't your
Certainly, my lady fair" replied another
VOICE. coarse, somewhat husky male voice
-"adored Edith, In one moment"
"Come, stow that rot, and let me out, 70
piled the adored Edith, sharply; and, in an
other moment, q large man In evening
slothes, q horrible, vulgar, carnal looking
man, with red cheeks aud hanging under
lip, emerged into the lamp light and turned
10 hand the lady out As he did 90 tho
woman Ellen advanced from tho doorway,
and, going to the cab door, whispered some
thing to its occupant
"Halloo, Johnnie" said that lady, rs she
descended from the cab, 80 loudly that Mr..
Quest on the balcony could hear every word,
"you must DO OF; Mr. d'Aubignc has turned
up, and perhaps no wont think three good
company, 50 you had Just best take this cab
back again, my son, and that will save me
the trouble Of paying it. Come. cut"
"D'Aubigne." growled the dashy man, with
an oath, "what do care about D'Aubignel
Advance, D'Aubigne, and all's well. You
needn't DO Jealous OF me, I'm a married man.
am
"NoW stop that noise and be OF. He's q
lawyer and be might not freeze on TO you.
Don't you understand
"Well, I'm . lawyer, too, and . pretty
sharp oue-arcades ambo, /" said Johnnie, with
= coarse laugh, land tell you what il is
Edith, IL amt good enough to cart q fellow
down into this bowling wilderness and then
send him away without even Q drink; lend
US another hver. at any rate. Il amt good
enough, say"
''GOod enough or not, you'il have to 20,
and you don't get any flvers out Of me to
night Now, pack sharp, or RI know tho
reason why" and she pointed toward the cab
In fashion that seemed TO COW her compan.
lon, for without another word he turned and
got into It.
"WherO to, sIrF" asked the cabman.
"Oh, 10 hell or tho Hnymarket, It's all
one" hO growled. ainglng himself back into
tho corner. 10 another moment the cab lad
turned, and hO was gone. muttering cures
o. be went
The woman, who was none other than Mira.
dAubigne, alias Edith Jones, alias the Tiger,
turned and entered the house. accompanied
BY her servant, Ellen, and presently Mr.
Quest heard the rustic Of her satin dress upon
tho StairA He stepped back into the dark.
ness Of the balcony and waited She opened
the door, entered and closed 10 behind her,
and then, a little dazzled BY the Light, stood
for some seconds looking about her for her
visitor. She was o thin, tall woman, who
might have been any age between forty and
fifty, with the wreck Of q very hne agile
looking figure Her face, which was plenti
fully bedaubed with paint and powder, was
sharp, fierce and handsome, and crowned
with name Of false yellow hair. Her eyes
were cold and blue, her lips thin and rather
drawn, 90 q 70 show . double line Of large
and cleaning teeth. She was dressed In q
rich and hideous tight fitting gown Of yellow
satin, barred with black, and on her arms
were long bright yellow gloves She moved
lightly and silently, and looked round her
with Q long searching gaze like that Of cat,
and her general appearance conveyed an idea
Of hunger and wicked ferocity. Such was the
outward appearance Of tho Tiger, and Of a
truth 10 justified her name. "Why, where
the dickens has he got tor she said aloud; u
wonder n be has given me the slipP
"HorO I am, Edith" said Mr.. Quest,
quietly, - ho stepped from the balcony into
he room.
"Oh, there you are, are your she said.
"hidlng away In the dark-just like your