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

the best part of month: my masters 5
game with his sister Dora Grey, was
known to all the town about; there
wasn't servant in the hotel that
didn't understand where the hate be-
tween the two men came from. Ana, 10
cap all. the man went away at the
height of it, and we were left with the
girl, and with all the talk that followed
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 l can never re-
member such an upset as that business
was both TO his health and to his energy.
He seemed just like on stupetied, with
no taste for work and no taste for play
The little money that he possessed drib-
bled away pound by pound until I had
TO find what was wanted even for his
daily living. He no longer earned any
thing at the billiard table: he scarce
read the newspapers. There We're days
when he never got up from his bed;
days when he did not open his lips to
man or woman. And / do believe that
ne was never So low. or in such 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 auburn-haired, blue-eyed little thing
with the fairest skin woman ever had,
and a way with her which was wonder
full to see. The name down in the WIS.,
itor's book was Dora Grey, of Bos-
tom and just above ii l saw written
michel Grey. artist But l didn't
mark the man until the following morn
ing. though Sir Nicholas. 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 she's come to the schools. It's
the Greys. the railway people. they are;
and rolling in money. Did ye hear
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
rs 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-faced man, with a liver, I'll
wager. I'll know him better this time
tomorrow"
see how a little thing like this drew him
out Of himself While he'd gone down
to dinner telling me that 1 should find
his body in the morgue before the
month was out, he came up to bed all
cheerful like a boy, and next morning
he took an hour to dress himself. saw
him sitting down with the Americans
to dejeuner. 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 be-
gun, and that luck had lifted US out of
the groove again.
They're a queer couple altogether.
Hildebrand," says Sir Nicolas. when
took him his coffee next morning; "be-
dad! the man puzzles me. He's as
mean Of the money as a ScOtchman out
of MOntrose. There was three hours
We were playing last night and not q
sovereign changed hands,
You won't pay many bills out Of
that. SIR" says /.
And don't ] know 1t. Isn't 1t the
girl I'm thinking Of? They're the
railway people I'd be telling you-the
Greys 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, II she's willing"
"Oh. she'll be willing enough by and
by. There's no sugar for an American
tongue like q title to roll over 1t. was
the man Of the party before I'd known
her an hour. She's Just the sweetest
bit OF brogue you ever heard and her
fathers worth five million dollars. Get