Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-05-14

I dentially, to his especial friend and crony
Frank Bulstrode, as the two were smoking
| surreptitious pipe in the stables.
| Nonsense, my dear fellow" returned Bul
| strode. 81 really think you allow your
| prejudice to carry you too far. don't like
| the fellow, l confess but how could he do it!
| Besides, the women run after him to such an
| extent that he is hardly ever alone"
81 tell you that these rogues have secret
| means of carrying on their little games
! which we are not up to" answered Tom,
\ knocking the ashes out of his pipe, and pre-
| pairing to re-enter the house, as the gong
gave notice that it was time to dress for din
| ner.
"He rather cut YOU out with Nell Fol
| thorpe did he notP" asked Frank, with that
| brutal sincerity that an intimate friend
always considers himself privileged to
adopt.
angrily. "Nell and have had all that out.
| The fact is that had been making too much
running with the little American girl, and
Nell pretended to encourage the fellow in
order to bring me to my bearings again."
80, that was it, was it?" returned Bull
strobe, a little doubtfully, then you don't
| mind the Marquis coming here bft-vou
know he arrives here tomorrow, 1 sup
poser"
81 owe him one" remarked Tom, "and If
get the chance I'll pay him, you may bet on
that, and l wish that Won would join me in
keeping an eye on him. l have askep Sir
Matthew to put him in a room on the same
corridor as mine, and l tell you I'll watch
MN cat does mouse.
"All right, old man." answered Bulstrode.
And then the two young men parted In or
der to prepare for their appearance at the
dinner table.
The Marquis arrived the next day as had
been arranged, and was received with gush-
ing alteration by many of the ladies' and
with the usual cold civility which the men
display towards one of their own sex whom
they dislike.
The Marquis, however, seemed to care
very little indeed for this reception, and
bowed and smiled around him with his usual
grace and suavity, and in the evening was
as usual the center of an admiring group of
ladies, who hung upon his lips, as he bub
bied forth his little chansonettes in various
foreign tongues
Nell Folthorpe, however, did not form one
of the satellites which centered round this
popular planet, and sitting in distant cor
ner of the room with Tom, she felt that she
was really SOLDERING down, and going into
proper training for the matrimonial stakes.
, Nell" said Tom, suddenly, "has your
mother brought her diamonds with her?''
'Why, of course she has," answered the
girl, "the country ball comes fin four days
and strong detachment are going to it
from here"
"Well, tell her to put them under her pill
low at night said Tom lowering his voice.
cor else that thieving scoundrel of Mar.
quis Will get them as sure as we are sitting
here
Nell started and look of surprise stole
over her face. "Do you really think that the
"snre of it," broke in Tom, 'but what
makes you look 50 surprised at this little
expression of opinion on my part?"
why, when L come to think of it," an
swered the girl. 1.-THE Marquis always pro-
fesses an almost passionate alteration for
precious stones and is continually speaking
10 one lady about the magnificent jewels |
worn by another: rather bad taste, is it not?" |
"a capital dodge" returned Tom, "for by |
that means he gets good deal of informa- |
tion about value, etc. Depend on it. Nell, |
he is a thief, but Bulstrode and 1 will collar |
him yet"
The Marquis did not entirely absent him |
self from the sports of the field, and as the |
men said, did fairly well 1or d foreigner, but |
he generally found some pretext for return
ing home after lunch, pleading as an excuse |
he was notaccustomed to these long prone
nades of feet" which formed the delight of
the 'sportsmans Britannique," and would
spend most of his time in his own room, or
N rambling about the grounds when he
could free himself from the society of the
Idies.
On the third morning after his arrival
here was great sensation and excitement
or the Countess of Bottletow's almost price