Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-04-27

her danger. "Oh, goodby, Geofreyp sh,
| nurmured, for second allowing her hear
to 90 forth toward him. Then realizing
what she had done, she dropped her veil
and went swiftly. The gentleman called
"Tom"-she never learned his name-stooG
for moment dumfounded, and at that in
stanr Geofrey staggered, as though he had
been struck by shot, turned quite white
| and halted.
! that lady again; we must have passed quite
] close to her. She was looking after US,
/ saw her face in the gaslight-and I neve,
| want to see such another"
| Geoffrey seized him by the arm. "Where
is she?" he asked, "and what was she like?"
"She was there q second ago." he said,
pointing to the pillar, "but I've lost her
| now-I fancy she went toward the railroad
station, but could not see. Stop, is that
herr" and he pointed to tall person walk
ing toward the abbey.
Quickly they moved to intercept her, but
the result was not satisfactory, and they re-
treated hastily from the object of their at
| tentiOns.
Meanwhile Beatrice found herself op-
posite the entrance to the Westminster
bridge station. A hanson was standing
there; she got into it and told the man to
drive to Paddington.
Before the pair had retraced their steps
she was gone. ''She has vanished again, Z"
said 'Tom," and went on to give descrip-
tion of her to Geoffrey. OF her dress he had
unfortunately taken no particular note. 1t
might be one OF Beatrice's, or it might not.
1t seemed almost inconceivable to Geoffrey
that she should be masquerading about Lon
don under the name OF Mrs. Everston. And
yet-and yet-he could have sworn-but it
was follyl
Suddenly he bade his friend good night
and took hanson. "The mystery
thickens." said the astonished ''Tom," as he
watched him drive away. 81 would give
e1OO to find out what it all means. Oh!
that woman's FACET haunts me. 1t looked
like the face of an angel bidding farewell to
heaven"
But he never did find out any more about
it, though the last despairing look of
Beatrice, as she bade her mute farewell, still
sometimes haunts his sleep.
Geofrey reflected rapidly. The whole
thing was ridiculous, and yet it was posi-
BILE. Beyond that brief line in answer to his
letter he had heard nothing from Beatrice.
Indeed. he was waiting to hear from her
before taking any further step. But
even supposing she were in London.
WueTc WAS ue 10 look Tor herI
He knew that she had no money,
she could not stay there long. 1t
occurred to him there was train leaving
Euston for Wales about 4 in the morning.
1t was just possible that she might be in
town, and returning by this train. He told
the cabman to drive to Euston station, and
on arrival closely questioned a sleepy por-
ter, but without satisfactory results
Then he searched the station. tbera vvora
no traces of Beatrice. He did more: he sat
down, weary as he was, and waited for an
hour and half, till it was time for the train
to start. There were but three passengers,
and none of them in the least resembled
Beatrice.
1T is very strange" Geofrey said to him
self as he walked away. IT could have
sworn that felt her presence just for one
second. 1t must have been nonsense. This
IS what comes of occult influences, and that
Kind OF thing. The occult is a nuisance"
Ii he had only gone to Paddingtonl
(Io be continued neat Sunday.)