The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-07-17
CHAPTER TX.


Little Groy-cloak5 young lover went
straight from the station TO bis fathers
chambers, only to find him out. Still think.
ing of littl, Gray-cloak. be then started off
i'll the dusk of the dreary day to see where
she lived.
His explorations dismayed him
AS he reached the dirty neighborhood
his romance began to fade. He knew
enough of the world to be certain that the
inhabitants were not such as be deemed this
little girl 10 be.
1t was as If some one had thrown bucket
of cold water down his spine.
At length, in his a strsction, he ran
against poorly dressed man, with bundle
under his arm.
'Ibeg your pardon. said the young mau,
civiIly.
The man made no reply, for in the coils
ion he had slipped on the wet pavement,
and the bundle had fallen and revealed some
clothes of far better material than those be
wore.
The young fellow thought be was tailor.
"Can you tell me which is Marrow laner
he asked.
Marrow Ianeq" repeated the man with
the bundle, eyeing his questioner closely
"what do you want there's"
Mere curiosity to see the place" was the
careless reply.
Then stop away It's the worst hole in
the man with the buudle vanished.
IA nest of thieves And little Gray-cloak
had gone therem
The lad was about to crush bis little
romance, when suddenly he remembered the
words OF the inspector, ITS not her home,
she's only going there to see some one."
He remembered the valuable crucifix
which the girl had been charged to bring 10
England. What if she had been lured into
fYnfr Nn he ha4
perhaps murdered
On first realizing the danger which he be-
lieved threatened. the lad's thoughts nat
urally flew TO his father
But he was afraid of being laughed at.
Now There is nothing on earth that a
young man dislikes so much as being
laughed at in an affair Of the heart.
Dismissing the idea then OF applying to
his father, his next thought was to seek the
aid of the police
But for her rescue to be due to them
would involve the girl in possibly unpleas-
ant explanations.
~ know what the police are when
once they get finger in any pie. And if
this happens to be an unSavory one, as
fear it is. what an horrible thing if they
make her an Instrument OF justice Good
neavensl To have her name dragged
through the mud, her pure soul tainted by
knowle ige of shameful things, her sweet
little face exposed to the unfeeling gaze OF
a crowded court No, IL shall not be- II /
can prevent itW
His resolution was taken.
He would accomplish the rescue alone.
Looking at his watch he was Mortified to
find how late it had grown. and without
staying to think further set off straight for
Narrow lane.
The fog which had seemed to Ifs slowly
and grudgngly, now turned into drizzling
sleet, which threatened to develop ere long
into regular snow storm.
This was soon in full swing. Great
flakes came tumbling down from the
darkened sky on the dirty pavements.
Mother Carey seemed to have a whole
farmyard Of chickens to pluck. and soon
even the ugliness and CRIME OF the worst
dens we're hidden between winters shining
coveriet
The young man strobe on through a
maze OF noisome alleys and filthy courts,
until at length he reached the gaol Of his
wanderings.
Narrow lane. Yes; but what now should
he do nextl
His eyes fell upon the door of the house
opposite. On its battered panels he could
just descry the number, IA.
Whether IL was merely his disordered
fancy he never knew, but there seemed to
come from within low wailing sound, like
the cry of g woman In distress.
1t struck his ear like a last entreaty from
the girl, as If she had knelt there in the
snow before him. holding up to him her lit
tie white hands In pitiful duplication.
Deeply moved, he drew his cloak round
him, shook off the snow which lay in heavy
fakes on his shoulders aud was advancing
to the miserable dwelling, when he caught
sight Of a small figure curled up in the next
doorway.
Street arabs are not sound sleepers.
At sight Of the gentleman this one sat up
and scratched his head.
II say, youngster,n said the young man,
''have you seen lady go into No. 14P'
"What sort OF young ladyp' asked the
boy, cautiously. Zone with gray cIoakP
Has she gone iD4"
yes, that she hasln
show long agop
"Well, that l can't say, )" replied the lad.
MAY be 'tis an hour, may be five minutes
Yer see, I've been ter sleep, so there amt no
tellin' szackly."
Thank you, my lad, I'm much Obliged
to you" said the young fellow, and step
ping once more to the doorstep Of No IA,
be lifted the knocker to demand admittanoe.
But ere he could do SO, the door had opened
OF its own accord from within.
fro BE CoHTmukDI