Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1890-11-08
CHAPTER XVI.
xuE TIoREss IN HER DEN.

Presently u hanson cab came rafting
down the street and pulled up at the door,
snow for it,n said Mr.. Quest to himself,
al he metaphorically shook himself together.
Next minute ne heard a voice. which he
knew only too well--a loud high yoice-say
from the cab, well, open the door, stupid,
can't your
Certainly, my lady fair replied another
voice-a coarse, somewhat husky male voice
--''adored Edith, in one moment"
psS sRs a sSS fsss 2s s aaa II me asd Sq
other moment, large man In evening
clothes, a horrible, vulgar, carnal looking
man, with red cheeks and hanging under
lip. emerged into the lamp light and turned
70 hand the lady out AS no did SO the
woman Ellen advanced from the doorway,
and, going 10 tho cab door, whispered some
thing TO it's occupant
"Halloo, Johnnie said that lady, as she
descended from the cab, 30 loudly that Mr..
Quest ON the balcony could hear every word,
"you must be of; Mr.. d'Aubigno has turned
up. and perhaps he won't think three good
company, 80 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.r growled the flashy man, with
an oath; .'what do care about DAuhignei
AuN4ucet ~ Auulkhts anu ais well. i GU
n~sdn't be jealous OF me, I'm married man.
ann
snow stop that noise and be of He's q
lawyer and he might not freeze on TO you.
Don't yen understandr
"Well, I'm a lawyer, too, and a pretty
sharp one-arcades ambo. said Johnnie, with
q coarse laugh; "and tell you what it is,
Edith, IL amt good enough to cart fellow
down into this bowling wilderness and then
send him away without even a drink; lend
US another flver, at any rate IL amt good
enough, say
"Good enough or not, you'll have 10 go
and you don't get any flyers out Of me to
night Now, pack sharp, or I'll know the
reason why," and she pointed toward tho cat
In a fashion that seemed to COW her compan-
ion, for without another word he turned and
got into IL
"Where TO, sirF' asked the cabman-
"Oh. to hell or the Haymarket, it's all
one" be growled, ainging himself back into
the corner. In another moment the cab had
turned, and be was gone. muttering curSss
as be went
The woman, who was none other than Mrs.
dAnbigne, 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
the stairs He stepped back into the dark.
ness OF the balcony and waited She opened
the door, entered and closed it behind her,
and than, a little dazzled by the light, stood
for some seconds looking about her for her
visitor. She was q thin, tall woman, who
might have been any eye between forty and
fifty, with tie wreck Of a very fine agile
looking figure Her ace. which was plenti
fully bedaubed with paint and powder, wa.
sharp. fierce and handsome, and crowned
with . name Of false yellow hair. Her eye.
were cold and blue, her lips thin and rather
drawn, - rs 10 show a double line OF iargs
and cleaning teeth. She was dressed in q
rich and hideous tight fitting gown Of yellow
satin. harred with black. and on her arm
sers long bright yellow gloves She nlovec
lightly and silently, and looked round hai
with a long searching gaza like that OF cat
and her general appearance conveyed an ides
Of hunger and wicked ferocity. Such was tn,
outward appearance 81 the Tiger, and Of
srnta Il justified her nams. "Why, wher,
tho dickens has he got tor she said aloud; q
sondee II he has given me the slipF'
'.tIsse | am. Edlth.s said Mr.. Quest
quietly, a. he Stopped from tbs balcony int
tha room
o.. there Jon are. are your she said
@hiziag away ia thu dark--iusl like you