The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1895-08-22
CATCHING A TARTAR

golf sticks The yachting man, strongly
in evidence, sunburnt and putting a Gig
arctic vigorously. If he is new hand
"a Dickey Sam-he wears a cloth
peaked cap with the club burgee, a well
cut coat of serge or pilot cloth bristling
with bronze buttons, loose flannel con-
tinuations and white shoes. No man
was ever so much q seadog as the yacht
ing tyro looks.
Tho 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 a 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-if
the water looks bit ohoppy.
Two people attracted lot Of atten-
ton by their palpable efforts at conceal
ment. He, although the day was SO hot.
was enveloped in a long cloak, with q
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 blazoned with
an imperial coronet over a monogram,
and then told one another guardedly and
under promises of profound secrecy
''that was Prince Paul Demtoff, the
owner of the new 100 rater now lying
off Southampton.
She, the lady, was tall and gracefully
girllike. A neat, natty blue serge Red
fern frock; sunburnt straw nat, with
dark blue ribbon; tiny tanned boots; a
white shirt, with rundown collar,
and flowing tie completed her costume,
saving thick gossamer 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 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
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 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 you?'
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. 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 -'1 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 see that all is arranged"
A few words to the guard, 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 porter a
small hamper and had it placed in the
same compartment There must have
been some collusion 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 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 the 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?"
"Yes, madame is glad. She does not
wish to be taken back and forced into
a 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
Duchess of Arlington's dance! She
thought she knew his face. That was
yhy. she trusted him SO implicitly on
the platform, of course. But if she was
yelled, why was he SO shrouded in big
cloak? 'Come, now," anxiously, "a
lady? An elopement?"
No, no, and again mol Nothing sc
joyous He was Prince Paul Demtof
and had fallen between two stools
had incurred the enmity of the imperial
court through coquetting with the nj