Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-03-22

one of our Berkshire lanes. There was only
one lighted spot In the street aud that looked
like an hotel or restaurant
1t was restaurant. As got nearer on the
opposite side OF the street saw the name
RESTAURANT DU PAVILION.
was walking slowly, meaning to ask the first
policeman met to put me in the right way to
Grosvenor SQUARE, and not caring even if went
out of my way. for the cool air and the move
ment were helping me to get calmer. when
three men came pouring out of the lighted
doorway, talking and laughing in boisterous
kind OF way that made me think they we're
tpsy. One OF them saw me and called out
something to his friends in French to which the
others replied in the same language. but could
not understand a word they said. hurried my
steps and tried to get out of their reach. but
the man who had spoken first came across the
road and began to talk to me. in English this
time, asking me where was going and whether
would go to music hall with him and his
friends.
cannot record the horrid tone and manner
OF the man. L hate to remember his vulgar in
science. hate to think that there are such
men IN the world, and that poor hard working
girls such as was supposed to be, are exposed
to the lnsolence of such creatures, and have
such hateful words forced upon their ears as
they go quietly home from their work. The
| wretch caught hold Of my arm and urged me
to go with him to some place which he called
THE Oxford" while his friends. who spoke
| only in French, laughed and talked OF nv af
fected prudery.
was furious shook myself free from the
| wretchs touch and looked up and down the
street In despair for some one who would help
me.
How dare you speak to me or touch me,
You most odious creature?" | cried and then
he took off his hat, in mocking ackno wledg-
ment Of an imaginary compliment. l saw in
| the light Of the lamp close above us that he
had swarthy complexion, like an Italians,
and black eyes, and l remembered with a
| shudder the woman's description half an hour
| before
There must be thousands of such men among
| the exies who come to London for refuge
| yet l shall never see such a face without re-
| calling that unknown image of my fathers
murderer.
He pretended to think that nv anger was
| only assumed and went on with his hateful
compliments and offers of supper and cham
payne at the Oxford, and l saw in my despair
| that there was not a mortal in sight to whom
could appeal for protection.
The door of the restaurant stood omen, and
could see lights and servants moving about in
side. l had half a mind to rush across the
street and go in at the open door, where. no
doubt. some one would have taken my part
against these horrid men. But my courage
| failed me in the next instant. 1t would have
| been such wild thing to do, and how could
have faced half dozen astonished walters in
| the glare of that gas-lit vestibule?
looked down the street again. and this time
| there was promise OF rescue in the shape of a
hanson cab coming along rapidly. with two
| great flaming lamps, like dragon with fiery
eyes, the good dragon that comes to rescue
forlorn damsels and not to eat them.
l ran into the road and hailed the driver
without stopping to see if the cab were empty.
While | waved my hand in frantic appeal-how
ashamed of myself feel today when have to
write about it in this cold-blooded journal
| somebody inside the cab dashed his stick up
| through the little trap door in the roof just as
| frantically. The driver pulled up sharp and a
big middle-aged man got out of the cab and
| came to me.
How thankful felt that he was SO big and SC
! middle-aged. felt the utmost confidence IL
him, almost as if he had been my uncle.