The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-09-06

object.
The latter began his search in the most
methodical way, and with the hrmest
resolve to keep a check upon his temper,
which, before the first day was over, was
sorely taxed. The Lyndens had been gone
some time, and folks seemed to have forgot
ten them for the most part, and when they
did remembar them it seemed some what to
their disadvantage, for there seemed to be a
hezy impression that they had gone away
owing a lot Of money. Still, he at last
found respectable tradesman who could
tell him something. Yes, he remembered
them quite well thsy dealt with him almost
ever since they came to live there. AS for
their owing a lot of money, he didn't be-
ieve it; they had always paid him regular
ly enough. Pity he hadn't come a bit
sooner; there were servants in the house
for months. after they left who could no
doubt have told him what he wanted to
know. The parlor maid married police
man, he had heard, and that, be supposed,
broke the thing up. What had become of
the parlor maid he couldn't say. No, he
didn't know what her name W as now; Miss
Phybbs she had been when he knew her.
Good gracious what fool he had been
or course the sister of that boy in his old
company. Ali he wondered where that
boy was now; the last time he had seen him
was on the ground inside the Redan; he
recollected rushing to the defense OF Nells
protege. All, we'll, it wasn't much good
1t wasn't likely be came out of the business
alive. He would certainly. write to the
regiment and make inquiries, but there was
little likelihood that Peter Phybbs was on
its roll now. Married to a policeman
he reflected, as, having thanked his inform,
ant, he walked away. u dare say they
could find out his name for me at their
headquarters, there's no need for telling
them my reasons for inquirlng. l certainly
don't want TO invoke the aid of the police.
The most respectable people would get in
dignant at finding the police laid on their
track because they had forgotten to leave
their address. No, l must confine my in-
quiries strictly as to the whereabouts of
Miss Phybbs."
On making his desire known at the head
quarters Of the police, Hugh was
at once asked to take chair by the inspec-
tor on duty.
"We can tell you what you want, sir, 1
daresay, in few minutes. Mary or Polly
Phybbs you say A young woman living
here, and married some time this SPRING"
And the officer turned to confer with one
or two of his sobordinetes, and then con-
suited sundry ledgers.
'fAh," he said, at last, "this would be it,
no doubt. Richard Tarrant, married to
Mary Phybbs. spinster, April, So. Leave
granted to act as caretaker at Denton
Lodge. the residence of DR.. Lynden."
That's it." cried Hugh. "And now,
where are the Tarrants livingl"
IF they are not still at that adj
dress, l don't know that we can
help you. You see Richard Tarrant has
left US"
"when and why9 asked Hugh lacon-
ically.
About a month ago. As for why
unless you are finding him a situation it's
not worth while going into particulars"
And you've no idea where he is at pres
entl Is his wife with him"
II can tell you nothing more about him,
sir, than | have done already. 1t is pos
sible some of our people may know what's
become of him, but rather doubt it. He
was a bumptious, rather queer tempered
man, and not popular in the force How-
ever, if you'll leave me your address, If I
can learn anything will let you know"
Hugh thanked the inspector and took his
leave. He fingered for two OF three days
at the Queens hotel, in hopes of discover
ing the address of MIR. and Mrs. Tarrant,
but, further than that Polly Phybbs had
married Richard TRrrant, and spent her
honeymoon IN DIR. Lynden's old house. he
could learn nothing He was by this time
fairly convinced that the discovery of his
love lay through Mrs. Tarrant, and chung
10 Tile luod Win dAl tuo poTslSGouCJ VI ulS
disposition-but be was just too late. Had
he but sought her month ago, he would
have found her without trouble. Tricked
he had been in the Crimea it was true, but
he was fain to acknowledge to himself that
had his senses not been lulled by Mile. Ivan
hoff's destinations he would have made
much more stir in that matter of his release,
YEARLY he Travelled back to town murmur-
ing after the manner of most of us when
,-cir, hoc found Nc OtNt sfTOn lataI Vco
late!n We are never SO clear-sighted as to
our wrong doing as when experiencing the
unpleasant consequences that have come of
it.
Tom Byng, on the other hand, had re-
turned to town triumphant. He had gone
on board the convict hulk the next morn
ing, found Private Peter Phybbs. and had
what Tom deemed fairly satisfactory TO-
terview with him. No, his sister was not
with Miss Lynden; whether his sister knew
whether she was, he couldn't say, but he
thought it very likely she did. Since he
had last heard from her she had got mar
ried: married q policeman and a cousin OF
theirs. He was afraid she hadn't done a
very good thing for herself, for it sec med
her husband had left the police, and he
thought things must be going bit wrong
with them. He never had thought much of
that Dick Tarrant. When Byng asked him
why he took such an uufavorabie view of
his sisters prospects, he admitted with
some hesitation that she had written very
gloomily to him a few days ago. and said
that now d. ok had left the police, she didn't
know how they would get along; that she
hoped to see him soon, and in the mean time
could he lend her some money.
THAT amt like Polly. sir. She's good
girl and a careful girl; but that Dick, he's
Just one Of that loafing sort who'll let a
woman slave herself to death, and never do
hands breadth of work himself. / used
to be always at Polly about it. That Dick
was always cadging for money out of her
savings
"Wel 1 suppose you'll go down to see
your sisterat onceP
Eyes, sir, want furlough as soon as
ever l can get one, but you know they say
that we belong to the Irish command, and
must get our furloughs from the general
over there We didn't think that the day
in the Redan we'd be put in q convict hulk
when we got home. did we. sirl Have you
seen anything of Capt. Fleming in Lon
don!"
"Yes, Phybbs. 1 dined with him the
night before last. He's very we'll"
'Ah, if it hadn't been for him, l shouldn't
be here now. Not that it's much of place
to be in,n continu ed Phybbs, throwing a
most disparaging eye round the old hulk,
but it's better to be here than nowhere,
amt it, sirF'
Phybbs theological ideas were somewhat
primitive.
YOU'D do anything to help Capt. Flem-
ing, chg said Tom.
"Td do anything in the world for the
captain, said Phybbs, earnestly. ~ amt
forgot that eighth of September, not likely
| ever will. "