Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1894-11-01
A Well Watchsd Pair.

platform rowded--cheap-tr ippers for
Southsea. heavy swells and bellies
for the links at Hayling Island, with
bags of golf sticks. The yachting
man, strongly in evidence, sunburnt
and putting cigarette vigorously. If
he is new hand-a Dickey Sam-he
wears cloth peaked cap with club
burgee, well-cut coat Of serge or
pilot cloth, bristling with bronze but
tons, loose flannel combinations and
white shoes. No man was ever so
much seadog as the yachting tyro
looks.
The other 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 n stock
broker 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
tyrant OF the deep-the sailing mas
ter-if the water looks bit choppy.
Two people attracted d lot Of at
tention by their palpable effort at
concealment. He, although the day
was so hot, was enveloped in 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 huge mound Of
his belongings.
Each box and bag was emblazoned
with an imperial coronet over mon
ogram, and they told one another
guardedly and under promise of pro-
found secrecy, that was Prince Paul
Demtoff, the owner of the new 100
rater now lying off Southampton"
She, the lady, was tall and grace-
fully girl-like. A neat, natty blue
serge Redfern frock; a sunburnt
straw hat, with dark blue ribbon !;
tiny tanned boots white shirt,
with rundown collar, and flowing
tie completed her costume, saving a
thick gossamer veil that completely
hid her face, and but for the white
ness and purity of her neck it would
have seemed she suffered from some
facial Disagreement. 1t was evil
IDENTIFY n desire not to be recognized
that led to the adoption of the yash-
max.
She was evidently expecting or
avoiding some friends. Her head
moved with bird-like quickness as
she scanned each new arrival on the
platform, and her slender hand,
white and jewelless, twitched ner-
vously round the handle of the
morocco monogramed case she car
red. Catching her eye from dis
lance, he walked toward her with the
easy, firm sclf-assurance that women
like. She saw he was coming to her
and waited 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:
pardon me, you are distressed.
Have you missed your maid! Can /
be of any service to your"
Now his hat was off he appeared a
prematurely white-haired man Of
forty-fve or fifty. with a firm face
and voice-a man evidently used to
command.
"Thank you very much, came in
q soft, sibilant voice from beneath the
thick gossamer. II have MT quite
lost my maid, but my portm anteau.
/ am afraid it is under the pile Of
luggage. and with a little shrug-
81 am afraid that pile OF luggage is
yours"
THAT is mine, madam. I 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? Par
don, do not trouble; / will see that
all is arranged"
A few words to the guard. q rapid
passage Of backsheesh, ard the miss
ing bag with dainty monogram and
small crest, was placed carefully on
| the rack of the first-class carriage
by which the yelled lady was stand
ing. With the GOODNESS that seemed
part of his nature, the Russian indi-
Gated to a porter u small hamper, and
had it placed in the same compart-
ment. There must have been some
collision and lavish tip, for, al
though the train was crowded, the
guard, after the imperceptible man.
ner of his kind, kept that carriage
empty until the train started and
they found themselves alone, secure
ly locked in.
A sudden start ran through her
slender frame. She paused, and
asked quickly: DO you know when
the next train leaves Waterloo for
Southampton"
He was desolated. OF course, she
missed her maid, but hevwas afraid
not for some hours.
Madame Is glad? Madame is afraid
OF being followedY'
Eyes, madame is glad. She does
not wish to be taken back and forced