The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-08-28
CATCHING A TARTAR

oeSs, IlcSVy bWolB ana SW0ll9S 1Or the
links at Hayling island. with bags of
golf sticks. Tho yachting man. strongly
in evidence. sunburnt and putting Gig
arctic vigorously. If he Is now hand
"A Dickey Sam-he wears cloth
peaked cap with the club burgee. we'll
out coat Of serge OF pilot cloth bristling
with bronze buttons. loose flannel con-
tinuations and white shoes No man
was ever SO much q seadog as tho yacht
ing tyro looks.
The older sailing men, those to the
manner born = "swagger squadron
men," who can, fly the white ensign.
are dressed in long, lean. frock coats.
loose trousers turned up. pointed boots,
immaculate collars and glossy hats-the
aim of the man who has lived Is to look
as much like stockbroker rs possible.
OF course, down ut the Castle or OH Ryde
pier they will blossom into q soasonable
crop of buttons and burgess and display
remarkable activity In lodging that ty-
rant of the deep-the sailing master-if
tho water looks bit ohoppy.
Two people attracted u lot Of atten-
ton by their palpable efforts at conceal
ment He, although the day was 80 hot,
was envelopcd in long cloak. with
collar reaching past his ears. and his
cotton white hair and mustaohe showed
up occasionally In strong contrast to the
deep brown of his face as he turned to
watch the porters attacking huge
mound of his belongings
Each box and bag was blazoned with
an imperial ooronet over O monogram,
and then told ono another guardedly and
under promises of profound secrecy
"that was Prince Paul Demtoff, the
owner of the new 100 rater now lying
off southampton I"
She, the lady, was tall and gracefully
girllike. A neat. natty blue serge Red
fern frock; q sunburnt straw nat, with
dark blue ribbon; tiny tanned boots;
white shirt, with rundown collar
and flowing tie completed her costume,
saving thick gossamer veil that COM
pletcly hid her face, and but for tho
wilderness and purity of her neck it
would have seemed she suffered from
somo facial Disagreement. 1t was owl
IDENTIFY desire not to be recognized that
led to tho adoption of the yashmak
She was evidently expecting or avoid
ing some friends. Her head moved with
a birdlike Quicknoss as she scanned each
new arrival on the platform, and her
slender hand, white and jewelless,
twitched nervously round tho handle of
the morocco monogrammed case she car
ried Catching her eye from a distance,
he walked toward her with the easy,
firm self assurance that women like
She saw no was coming to her and wait
ed calmly-pcrhaps she breathed moro
quickly.
He raised his soft hat, and with O
courtly bow said in perfect English,
with the nero scent Of an accent: Par
don me, you are distressed. Have you
missed your maid? Can be of any serv-
ice to you?''
Now his hat was off he appeared a
prcmaturely white haired man of 40 or
90, with a firm face and voice. man
evidently used to command.
Thank you very muoh," camo in a
soft sibilant voice from beneath the
thick gossamer. II have not only lost
my maid, but my portmanteau I am
afraid it is under that pile of luggage,
and" = with a little shrug -"I am
afraid that pile of luggage is yours
THAT is mine, madame. l Will get
your bag at once. May ask where you
arc going? To Southampton, and it is
of the highest Importance you should
not miss this train? Pardon, do not trou-
BILE. I will SEQ that all is arranged"
A few words to the guard, rapid
passage of backsheesh. and the missing
bag with dainty monogram and small
crest was placed carefully on the rack
Of the first class carriage by which the
yelled lady was standing. With the
GOODNESS that seemed part of his nature,
the Russian indicated to porter q
small hamper and had 1t placed in the
same compartment There must have
been some collision and lavish tip,
for, though the train was crowded, the
guard, after tho imperceptible manner
OF his kind, kept that carriage empty
until the train started, and they found
themselves alone, securely locked in
A sudden start ran through her slen-
der frame. She paused and asked quick
ly, DO you know when tho next train
leaves Waterloo for Southampton"
He was desolated. Of course she
missed her maid, but he was afraid not
for some hours
Madame is glad? Madame is afraid
Of being followed?'
Eyes, madame is glad She docs not
wish to BIO taken back and forced into
hateful marriage, blushing prettily.
The old, old story--stern father, cid
erly lover, titled. rich, but horrid No
mother, no sister, no brother. She was
Tying from bondage to her aunt, Lady
A2uregore, in Guernsey
Yes, she was Lady Constance Az
urogOro Had he really mot hor ot tho