The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-01-10
A WELL-MATCHED PAIR.
How Prince Demtoff and Lady
 Constance Were Robbed.

The platform was crowded this sun my morning with excursionists and swell yachtsmen and ladies with goli sticks.
 Two people attracted lot of atten' tion by their palpable efforts at con cealment, 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 mus tache showed up occasionally in strong contrast to the deep brown of his face as he turned to watch the porters at- lacking huge mound of his belong. ings.
 Each box and bag was emblazoned with an imperial coronet over mono. gram, and they told one another .guardedly and under promises of pro- found secrecy, that was Prince Paul Demtoff. the owner of the new one hundred rater now lying off South ampton."
 She, the lady, was tall and graceful. ly girl like. A neat hat, blue serge
 
 with a dark blue ribbon; tiny tanned boots, white shirt with turn-down collar, and a flowing white tie com pleted her costume, saving thick gos- samer veil that completely hid her face, and but for the whiteness and purity of her neck it would have seemed she suffered from some facial disagreement. It was evidently de- sire not to be recognized that led to the adoption of the yashmak
 She was evidently expecting or avoiding some friends. Her head moved with bird-lille quiclness as she scanned each new arrival on the platform, and her slender hand, white and jewelless, twitched nervously round the handle of the morocco mono gramed case she carried. Catching her eye from a distance, he walked to- ward her with the easy, firm assur- ance 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 accent: Par don me, you are distressed. Have you missed your maid? Can be of any service to you?"
 C., Now that his hat was off he appeared prematurely white-haired man of forty-five or fifty, with firm face and voice--a man evidently used to com mand.
 Thank you, very much," came in a soft, sibilant voice from beneath the thick gossamer. "I have not qrit lost my maid, but my portmanteau. I am afraid it is under that pile of lug gage, and"-with little shrug-"pm afraid that pile of luggage is yours"
 "That is mine, madame. I will get your bag at once. May l ask where you are going? To Southampton, and it is of the highest importance that you should not miss this train? Par don, do not trouble. I will see that all is arranged"
 A few words to the guard, iapid passage of backsheesh and the missing bag, with dainty monogram and small crest, was placed carefully on the rack of the tirst-class carriage by wLich the yelled lady was standing. With the coolness that seemed part of bis nature, the Russian indicated to a porter 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 inn perceptible manner of his kind, kept that carriage empty until the train started and tE1y found themselves alone, securely 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 Southamp. ton?'
 He was desolated. Of course she missed her maid, but he was afraid n ot for some hours.
 Madame is glad? Madame is afraid of being followedP"
 "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, elderly lover titled, rich, but horrid. No mother, sister no brother. She was flying from bondage to her aunt, Lady Azuregore, in Guernsey.
 Yes, she was Lady Constance Azure gore. Had he really met her at the duchess of Arlingtons dance? She thought she 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 n big cloak? Come, now," anxious 1y, "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 i'm perial court through coquetting witt, the nihiiists. That meant the Alexief' sky Ravelin or the fortress of Peter