The herald., 1894-09-23
CATCHING A TARTAR

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links at Hayling island, with bags of
golf sticks. The yachting man, strongly
in evidence, sunburnt and putting Gig
arctic vigorously If he is new hand
"a Dickey Sam--he wears a cloth
peaked cap with the club burgee, a we'll
cut coat of serge or pilot cloth bristling
with bronze buttons, loose flannel con-
tinuations and white shoes No man
was ever so much a seadog as the yacht
ing tyro looks.
The older sailing mon, 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, poilEted boots,
immaculate collars and glossy hats-the
aim of the man who has lived is to look
as much like stockbroker as possible.
OF course, down at the Castle or on Ryde
pier they Will blossom into a seasonable
crop of buttons and burgess and display
remarkable activity in lodging that ty-
rant of the deep--the sailing master-f
the water looks bit choppy.
Two people attracted a lot Of atten-
tion by their palpable efforts at conceal
ment He, although the day was SO hot,
was enveloped in a long cloak, with a
collar reaching past his ears, and his
cotton white hair and mustache showed
up occasionally in strong contrast to the
deep brown of his face as he turned to
watch the porters attacking a huge
mound Of his belongings.
Each box and bag was blazoned with
an imperial coronet over a monogram,
and then told one another guardedly and
under promises of profound secrecy
''that was Prince Paul Dem6off, the
/ owner of tho new 100 Tater now lying
off Southampton. - q
She, the lady, was tall and gracefully
Yggirllike. A neat, natty blue serge Red
/ fem. fSecar; a suIiburnt straw nat, with
s'af#A,t tt4e gibbdn; tiny tanned boots; a
whitS S9&fSSyith a rundown collar,
and fowfns Gomplesed her: costume,
saving thidhssstssamef veil that COM
pletely hid her face, and but for the
whiteness and, purity of her neck it
would have seemed she suffered from
some facial Disagreement. 1t was evil
IDENTIFY a desire NOT TO oberecognized that
led to thasadoption of the yashpak.
She was evidently expecting or avoid
ing some friends. Her head moved with
birdlil1e quic1ness as she scanned each
new arrival on the platform, and her
slender hand, white and jewelless,
twitched neryously round the handle Of
the morocco monogrammed case she car
ried. Catching her eye from distance,
he walked toward her with the easy,
firm self assurance that women like
She saw he was coming to her and wait
ed calmly-perhaps she breathed more
quickly.
He raised his soft hat, and with a
courtly bow said in perfect English,
with the mere scent of an accent: Par
don me, you are distressed. Have you
missed your maid? Can be of any serv-
ice to your
Now his hat was off he appeared a
prematurely white haired man of 45 or
80, with firm face and voice-a man
evidently used to command.
'"Thank you very much, came in a
soft sibilant voice from beneath the
thick gossamer 81 have not only lost
my maid, but my portmanteau. l am
afraid it is under that pile of luggage,
and" - with little shrug -'I am
afraid that pile of luggage is yours.
That is mine, madame / will get
your bag at once. May ask where you
are going? To Southampton, and it is
Of the highest Importance you should
not miss this train? Pardon, do not trou-
BILE. will sec that all is arranged.
A few words to the guard, rapid
passage ef baczsheesh. and the missing
bag with a dainty monogram and small
crest was placed carefully on the rack
of the first class carriage by which the
veiled lady was standing. With the
GOODNESS that seemed part of his nature
the Russian indicated to porter a
small hamper and had it placed in the
same compartment. There must have
been some collusion and lavish tip
for, though the train was crowded, the
guard, after the 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 yon know when the next train
leaves Waterloo for Southampton"
He was desolated OF course she
missed her maid, bat he was afraid not
for some hours.
MADAME is glad? Madame is afraid
of being followed?"
"Yes, madame is glad She does not
wish to De taken back and forced into
hateful marriage, blushing prettily.
The old, old story-stern father, eld-
erly lover, titled, rich, but horrid. No
mother, NO sister, no brother. She was
flying from bondage to her aunt. Lady
Azuregore, in Guernsey.
Yes, she was Lady Constance Az
uregore. Had he really met her at the
Dachess of Arlington's dance? She
Thought che knew his face. That was
why she trusted him SO implicitly on
the platform, of course. But if she was
yelled, why was he SO shrouded in zig
cloaIzY Come, iioW, anxiously, "a
lady? An elopemcnt?"
No, no, and again no! Nothing Sc
3oyous. He was Prince Paul Dentoh
and had fallen between two stools
had incurred the ennity of tho imperial
court through coquatting with the nj
hilists. That meant the Aloxiefslzy Ra-
veliu or the fortress of Peter and Paul