The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-09-03

me my light frOck coat, Will you know
I'm to drive to st. Cloud this very
morning"
Well. he went Off with her sure
enough. the pair of them dressed up un-
til you might have picked them out OF
a thousand. When he was gone. and
the place was put bit straight, l
strolled over to the Cafe Rouge to get
my lunch and read the English papers.
Paris was beginning to be full again
then. for we We're almost through the
autumn. and the gardens We're cold at
nights. But you could find the folks
you wanted any time from midday un-
til 4. and no sooner was In the place
than l saw Michel Grey. the brother
of the little American woman St Nico-
las had just driven to St. Cloud. He
was sitting at table. and there was u
bottle of hook before him.
"Halloa. my man." cried he. as
passed him. and he didn't speak a bit
like an American. "Pd half-a-d dozen
words with you If you don't mind"
with the greatest pleasure in life.
SIR" | replied. thinking, at the same
time. what a peculiar-looking gentle-
man he was.
'Is II long since you left Dublin?"
asks he. quite calm like. and pretend
ing to see nothing of the start l gave.
Would that be any business of
yours? ! asked, sharp and short, and
looking at him in way he couldn't
mistake.
Certainly 1t would be-" says he, "a
cousin of mine knew Sir Nicolas
Steele in Dublin three years ago, and
l was wondering If II was the same"
Then you should have asked my
guvnor" says !, while my heart began
to jump SO that / could hardly hold my
hand still.
"Oh. no offense." cries he. and with
that he slipped five-franc piece into
my hand.
You've been in Paris long?" he asks
"A month or more" says l, thinking
where l could have him.
Are You going back to England
soon?"
we are going back at the end Of
November. Sir Nicolas has engage
ments in London that month";"
on. then you are going back"
Why. what would we be doing all
the winter here In Paris?"
He seemed TO think a while over this
taking drink of the hook and rolling
ms oieary eyes as though he was
looking for some one in the garden.
Presently he said.
in?" ~"
oh" said I. "it's much the same as
other situations. Here today and gone
tomorrow"
Then you travel good deal?"
"a, Inats so--but travel or no travel
MS all the same to me-"
iour master seems a pleasant sort
of gentleman" '''
II should call him that"
he?" '''"s' ISL
Exactly: he's Sir Nicolas Steele of
castle Rath, County Kerry"
a generous man. | should say"
looked at him straight, for I'd read
him up by this time.
ITS a cold morning for taking In
the open air. SIR" says I, and with that
l turned on my heel and left him.
Now. though I had taken It coolly
enough, a duller head than mine could
nave seen through the mans talk.
WHAT'S In the wind Is this" said
to myself. when I got back to the
motel. you've heard some gossip. nv
hne gentleman. and you want to get to
the bottom Of 1t. II it's true that q
cousin OF yours knew Sir Nicolas Steele
In Dublin three years ago, then you'll
write to him. and what you'll learn
won't keep your sister at the Hotel de
Lille. Maybe that cousin Is in Europe;
more probably he's in America, which
gives us a month. Anyway, it's you
that we've got to play. annd the SOON
er we begin the better"
This was my thought, and vet simple
as 1t seemed. there was something hap
pened later In the day which gave anew
turn altogether to it. I'd been bother
ing my head with the matter all after
noon, making nothing new of 1t out
side the fact that the danger signal
had been rung, SO to speak, when what