The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-01-06

Several months had passed. We were
back again IN London. Immediately ON
his return Jack had resigned his commits
sion. and ] saw nothing Of him for many
weeks until one morning we met bv mert.
accident iu Regent street He was com
ing out of glove shop accompanied by q
lady. but catching ght of me. stopped to
speak
His companion lifted her eyes to mine.
then walked on. in that brief moment
saw she was extraordinarily handsome.
she was tail ana graceful with an oval
ace, dark complexion, and hair almost
jet black
do you know. old fellow" Jack ex-
claimed when we had exchanged greet
nss, II grew so confoundedly dun after
/ left the service that ] felt compelled to
lake UP painting again. Art was always
my hobby, so I've set up a studio al Ken
sington, where 1 daub for my own amuse-
ment. There's news 10 tell at the club,
But, by the way, come over on Sunday
90 epin" 2nl have "a bit of dinner Here's
"A card Can't keep lady waiting. old fell
'ow; bad form. YOU know" and he laugh
ed merrily. and shouting Eau revoir!' re-
joined his companion.
1t struck me as a curious circumstance
that he did not introduce us But he had
altered remarkably, both in demeanor and
personal appearance. There was some
thing indescribably mysterious about him
hat puzzled me
on the evening appointed a servant ush-
cred me into the studio in Warwick Gar
dens, Kensington. The sensuous fra
srance of burning pastilles greeted my
nostrils, and J looked around the dimly-
lit apartment in wonderment
II was charming.
Jack had had It furnished in genuine
Moorish style, with rich brocaded silk
hangings, quaint furniture, Turkish di-
vans. Persian rugs, and hosts of knick-
knacks from the east Nothing was in
congruous-nothing wanting Even the
windows were arched and covered bv
square wooden lattice. You might have
Imagined yourself in a Moorish harem.
Here you are at last, then" exclaimed
Jack, coming toward me and Wringing
my hand before ] had time to fully com
prehend the taste and elegance with
which the place was furnished.
Come let me Introduce you"
There was a frou-frou of silk. a move
ment in the shadow. aud from "A great
saddle-bag chair a female form arose.
1t was the woman | had met with him
in Regent street.
Attired in a very becoming loose cos
tune with a diamond aigrette in her hair.
and heavy golden girdle around her
slim waist she looked absolutely bewitch-
ing.
"zara-my friend Philip Drew" said
Jack.
Her tiny ieweled hand rested in mine
for moment; then she withdrew it,
placed a chair for me, and commenced
chatting in French.
She was bright and vivacious, but It
was evident that she was not French.
for she spoke with a curious accent, and
besides, her complexion was too dark.
Who was she2 | wondered.
We dined and spent a pleasant evening
with music and coffee. Zara-for 1 knew
her by no other name-saug some quaint
serenades IN Arabic, accompanying her
self on the piano, and exhibiting remark
able skill. She did not object TO tobacco
for when we lit our cigars she took a
cigarette, reclining on divan and sip
ping her coffee
Jack, who during the years l had known
him hid few secrets from me, never
preached the subject of his fair ac-
quaintance, although she babe us fare.
well and left a couple of hours before
departed.
At midnight l started to walk back Ia
my chambers very much puzzled. l had
made two discoveries. namely that cara
was the daughter of a Moor, and that
she had lived in Tetuan.