The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1895-09-16

chh 10 AN AhlNl FhOM bOHlONs
fne height OF it, and we were left with
the girl, and with al the talk that fol-
lowed his disappearance.
Until this moment / had looked upon
the whole episode as a handsome turn OF
fortune. There were many weeks after
the strange hoax of the golden egg when
my master never put his nose outside the
Hotel de Lille. In all the years I've
known him can never remember such an
upset as that business was both to his
health and TO his energy. He seemed Just
like one stupified. with no taste for work
and no. taste for play. The little money
he possessed dribbled away pound by
pound-until l had TO find what was want
ed even for his daily living He no long
er earned anything at tho billiard table;
be scarce read the newspapers. There
were days when he never got up from his
bed; days when he did not open his lips
to man or woman. And l do believe that
he was never so low or in such a queer
way, as upon the evening that brought
him face with Dora Grey and gave turn
to his life which he was TO feel for many
years.
She came to the hotel quite sudden-an
auburnvhaired, blue-eyed little thing with
the fairest skin woman ever had, and a
way with her which was wonderful TO see.
The name down in the visitors book
was "Dora Grey, of Boston, and Just
above IL / saw written "Michel Grey, ar
tist.' But didn't mark the man until
the following morning, though Sir Nico-
las, who had gone down into the garden
that night, the first time for many weeks,
was as full of the pair of them as he
could be.
"Hildebrand," says he "there's an
American couple below which is worth
the knowing. She's an artist from Bos-
ton, and shes come to the schools. It's
the Greys, the railway people, they are;
and rolling in the money. Did We hear a
fair-haired girl laughing at the top of
her voice in the garden? Well, that's the
one mean. Faith, it's speaking manners
these Americans have for sure. She'd
told me her history before we'd done the
soup,
is she staying long, sir?'' asked.
Three months, certain, and likely
longer. She's come here to be near the
painting. That was her brother that sat
opposite Jack Ames tonight. A white
laced man. with liver, I'll wager. pn
Ii was extraordinary, / must say, TO
see how a little thing like this drew him
out OF himself. While he'd gone down
10 dinner telling me that / should find
his body in the morgue before the month
was out, he came up TO bed all cheerful
like boy, and next morning he took an
hour to dress himself. 1 saw him sitting
down with the Americans TO deleuner,
and after dinner he was three hours
with the brother over at the billiard-room
at the Cafe Rouge. Then knew that the
business had begun, and that luck had
lifted us out OF the groove again.
They're queer couple altogether, Hill
debrand, y says Sir Nicholas, when / took
him his coffee next morning; "bedadl
the man puzzles me- He's as mean OF
the money as a Scotchman out OF Mont
rose. There was three hours we were play
ing last night and not a sovereign changed
hands"
You won't pay many bills out OF that,
sir, says l.
.'And don't ! know IT, Isn't 1t the
girl I'm thinking of? They're the railway
people I'd be telling vou-the Crews OF
Boston. That was lucky day which sent
them to the Hotel de Lille; and for three
months, too. You can do much with a
woman In three months, Hildebrand.
THAT you can, sir IL she's willing.
"Oh she IL be willing enough by and |
by. There's no sugar for an American
tongue like a title TO roll over IL. / was /
the man OF the party before ia known !
her an hour. She's just the sweetest bit |
OF brogue you ever heard and her /
fathers worth five million dollars. Get |
me my light frock coat, you know |
I'm 20 drive to st. Cloud this very morn. /
ing"
Well, he went of with her sure enough. /
the pair OF them dressed up until You /
might have picked them out OF a thou. \
sand. When he was gone ana the place /
was put DIT straight, strolled over TO /
the Ssie Rouge TO get my lunch and read
ming TO be full again then, for we were
almost through the autumn. and the /
gardens were cold at nights. But vou
could ind the folk you wanted any time
from midday until four, and no sooner
was In the place than I saw Michel
Grey, tns brother OF the little American
woman Sir Nicholas had just driven 10
81. Cloud. He was sitting an n fable
spd there was bottle OF hook before
him.
"Halloa, my man, cried he. as
passed him, and he didn't sneak = hit
would THAT BE ANY business or
YoURs?'
Ike an American, ''I'd half a dozeb