The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-09-20

said the Hussar. IF you fellows marry
again in the way you come to life sgaiu, 1t
won's be long before she has to bring her
action OF bigamy."
But for all this chaff Mrs. Fleming num-
bers no handsomer souvenir of her wedding
day than tie bangle sent by the Dragon.
Besides the group at the steps OF the altar
| there were a few spectators scattered
among the pews.
Mrs. Tarrant was there with her husband
and brother, taking, we may be sure, the
greatest possible interest I'm the whole affair,
50 much so indeed that Polly's eyes wan
dered in all directions. Nobody in the
church was likely to escape her quick eyes.
In her heart she thought the church by no
means so crowded Gs 1t should be for func-
tion of such Importance. Suddenly she
gave slight start AS she caught sight of
two ladies In prominent place, sitting to
her right. Both we're richly and fashiOpably
dressed The one was a dark-eyed, hand
some girl, whose face wore look Of con-
temptuous scorn as she GaZed upon the two
principals. Her companion was woman
approaching the autumn of life, but still re-
tanning quite sufficient good looks to make
one wish one could only have seen her in
her meridian. Polly craned forward to
get a good view Of this pair. and for a
minute or SO even the scene before the altar
ceased TO rivet her attention.
DtCA. sue NHlSpsESu, bHeI6 SIG Is
again, the lady with the roses Don't you
remember the woman you saw coming out
Of DR.. Lynden's door at Manchester"
mo, is il? are you sureP
Quite certain, Dick"
"WelI. it don't matter much anyway :"
replied Mr.. Tarrant The doctors gone,
whatever his little game was he can't be run
i'll for 1t now, that's certain"
Follow her as soon as she goes out. |
want fnOyV N hare she iiVaR u
What for?'
Never mind. Do az | tell you. l want
TO know VINO she is" and Mr.. Tarrant hay
ing growled a responsive ''All right" Polly
became absorbed again in the marriage ser
vice.
We'll. Marie, said the elder lady, as the
affair concluded, friends crowded round
the newly married pair with their congrat-
ulations, 81 really should like to know what
your particular motive for coming here
this morning was. Yes, know you wished
to see how these things were done in Eng
lind, but it was something more than
that"
MY dear aunt" replied Mademoiselle
Ivanhof, Capt. Fleming is an old friend of
mine"
Nonsense, child 1 don't believe you
ever saw . Yes, now 1 look in your
face, | think you have met before.
Where?"
"In the Crimea," rejoined Mndemoiselle
Ivanhotf, demurely.
impossible. | know he was there, and |
know you were there, but meetp
Yes, my aunt, we took prisoners at
times, you know-I took him.
Marie, you're incorrigible," said the
elder lady as she broke into peal Of laugh
ter.
He escaped me-" said Mademoiselle
Ivanhoff, land | was curious to see what
sort OF woman had captured the rene
gade. Alb, wonder who the next will be.
He was rather nice. my Englishman.
MIR. Tarrant, in compliance with his
wife's desire. followed the ladies home to a
house in Upper Brooke street, and having
ascertained the number. turned into the
nearest booksellers and requested leave to
look at a Blue Book. A reference to this
told him that this was the residence of
MIR. Clifford, with which piece OF informa-
ton he went back to his wife. The name
told nothing TO Polly, and she was none the
wiser for having discovered the identity of
the lady Of the roses, but happening to come
acr )ss Sergt Evans some few months later
in Manchester she told him about IL. He
made no remark but was probably the only
man in England who saw the connection
between DIR. Lynden's flight and the abrupt
dismissal of MIR. Clifford from a senior
clerkship in the foreign Office.
We ara not told that Bsuedick married
Beatrice, but when the curtain falls, as the
| Sootchman said: Things look vary sus-
peecious.n
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