The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-10-05
CATCHING A TARTAR


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 a Gig
arctic vigorously II he is a new hand
IA Dickey Sam--he wears 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 n 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-tho
aim Of tho man who has lived is to look
as much like a stockbroker as possible.
OF course, down at the Castle or on Rydo
pier they will blossom into 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 n bit choppy.
Two people attracted lot of atten-
ton by their palpable efforts at conceal
mcnt 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 blazoned with
an imperial coronet over a monogram,
and then told one another gunrdedly and
under promises Of profound secrecy
that was Prince Paul Domtoff, 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 frocl; a sunburnt straw nat, with
dark blue ribbon; tiny tanned boots; a
white shirt, with rundown collar,
and flowing tie completed her costume,
saving a thick gossamer veil that com
pletoly hid her face, and but for tho
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
birdlil5e quicl1ness as she scanned each
new arrival ON the platform, and her
slender hand, white and jewellers,
twitched nervously round the handle of
the morocco monogrammed case she car
ried Catching her eye from n 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 20 your"
prcmaturely white haired man of 40 OF
90, 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 am
afraid it is under that pile of luggage,
and" - with n little shrug II am
afraid that pile Of luggage is yours. F."
That is mine, madame. | will get
your bag at once. May l ask where you
arc going? To Southampton, and it is
Of tho 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 baclSsheesh. and the missing
bag with a dainty monogram and small
crest was placed carefully ON tho rack
of tho 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 collision and lavish tip,
for. though the train was crowded. tn,
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 sh,
missed her maid. but he was afraid mo-
for some hours
Madame is glad2 Madame is afraiC
Of being followed?"
Eyes. madame is glad. She does no
wish to be taken back and forced int,
hateful marriage" blushing prettily
The old. old story-stern father, cid
erly lover titled, rich, but horrid. N,
mother. no sister. no brother. She wa
flying from bondage to her aunt. Lad,
Azuregore. in Guernsey
: Yes she was Lady Constance Az
. uregore Had he really met her at tn
Duchess of Arlington's dancer Sh
thought she knew his face That wa
why she trusted him SO implicitly OF
the platform. of course. But if she wa
yelled. why was he so shrouded in bil
cloak Come, now. anxiously. -
ladyY An elopement?"
No, no, and again mol Nothing $
joyous He was Prince Paul Demtoi
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