The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1894-10-06
CATCHING A TARTAR

"A sunny uUTuluS III d ulic. AuS pldt-
form crowded-cheap trippers for South
sea, heavy swells and swelles for the
links at Hayling island, with bags OF
golf sticks. The yachting man, strongly
in evidence, sunburnt and putting acig-
arctic vigorously. Il he is a new hand
"a Dickey Sam-he wears a cloth
peaked cap with the club burgee, a well
cut coat of serge CT pilot cloth bristling.
with bronze buttons, loose flannel IA
limitations and white shoes. No mail
was ever SO much a seadog as the yacht
ing tyro looks.
The older sailing men, those to the
manner born "swagger squadron
are dressed in long, lean, frock coats,
loose trousers turned up, pointed boots,
immaculate collars and GLOSSY hats-the
aim Of the ma who has lived is to look
as much like a stockbrol1er as possible.
Of course, down at the Castle or on Ryde
pier they will blossom into q seasonable
crop Of buttons and burgess and display
remarkable activity i'll lodging that ty-
rant of the Geep-the sailing master-if
the water looks a BIT ohopry.
Two people attracted a lot Of at:en-
ton by their palpable efforts at conceal
ment. Ie, although the Gay was so hot,
was env''oped N n long cloak, with a
collar J hing past his ears, and his
cotton vi e hair and lnustache showed
up occasi, lily i'll strong contrast to the
deep brow Of his face as he turned to
watch TIE rHrters attacking a huge
mound Of h belongings.
Each box and bag was blaZoEed with
an imperial coro1et owe a monogram,
and then told one another guardedly and
under promises of profound secrecy
t'that was Prince Paul Demtofl, the
owner of tie new 100 rater now lying
off Southampton"
She, the lady, was tall and gracefully
girllike. A neat, natty blue serge Red
fern frock; a sunburEt straw nat, with
a dark blue ribbon; tiny tanned boots; a
white shirt, with a rundown collar,
and flowing tie completed her costume,
saving a thick gossamer veil that COM
pletely hid her face, and but for tho
wilderness and purity of her neck it
would have seemed she suffered from
some facial Disagreement. 1t was EVIL
IDENTIFY a desire not to be recognized that
led to the adoption of the yashmak.
She was evidently expecting or avoid
ing some friends. Her head moved with
a birdlike quickness as she scanned each
new arrival on the platform, and her
slender hand, white and jewelless,
twitched %nervously round the 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 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 i'll 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 you%'
Now his hat was off he appeared a
prematurely white haired man of AS OF
so, with a 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. II have not only lost
my maid, but my portmanteau. l am
afraid it is under that pile of luggage,
and"- with a little shrug II an
afraid that pile Of luggage is yours"
THAT is mine, madame. l will get
your bag at once. May I 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. l will see that all is arranged"
A few words to the guard, a rapid
passage of backsheesh, 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
yelled lady was standing. With the
GOODNESS that seemed part of his nature,
the Russian indicated to a porter .
small hamper and had it placed in the
same compartment. There must have
been some collision and a 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 foCnt
themselves alone, securely locked i'll.
A sudden start ran through her slen,
der frame. She paused and asked quick.
". "Do you know when the next train
leaves Waterloo for Southampton"
He was desolated. OF course SIX
missed her maid, but he was afraid not
for some hours.
Madame is glad? Madame is afraii
of being followed?"
Eyes, madame is glad. She does no.
wish to be taken back and forced into