The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1892-1907, 1895-08-24
CATCHING A TARTAR

CATCHING A TARTAR
A sunny morning In June The plat
form crowded-cheap trippers for South
sea. heavy swells and swelles for the
links at Hayling island. with bags Of
golf stickA The yachting man. strongly
in evidence. sunburnt and putting q Gig
arctic vigorously. II he is new hand
"A Dickey Sam-he wears a cloth
peaked cap with the club burgee. q we'll
cut coat Of serge or pilot cloth bristling
with bronze buttons. loose flannel con.
limitations and white shoes No man
was ever so much . seadog Is the yacht
ing tyro looks
Tho older sailing men. those to the
manner born - ''swagger squadron
men." who can fly the white ensign.
are dressed in long. lean. frock coats.
loose trousers turned up. pointed boots,
immaculate collars and glossy hats-the
aim Of the man who has lived is to look
- much like q stockhroker as possible
OF course. down at the Castle OF on Ryde
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crop Of buttons and burgess and display
remarkable activity in lodging that ty.
rant Of the deep-the sailing master-if
the water looks bit ehoppy.
Two people attracted lot Of atten-
ton by their palpable efforts at conceal
ment He. although the day was so hot.
was enveloped in . long cloak. with q
collar reaching past his ears and his
cotton white hair and mustache showed
up occasionally in strong contrast to the
deep brown Of his face as no turned to
watch the porters attacking . huge
mound Of his belongings
Each box and bag was blazoned with
an imperial coronet over a monogram.
and then told one another guardedly and
under promises Of profound secrecy
that was Prince Paul Demtoff. the
owner Of the new 100 rater now lying
OF Southampton
She. the lady. was tall and gracefully
girllika A neat, natty blue serge Red
fern frock; . sunburnt straw nat, with
dark blue ribbon; tiny tanned boots; .
white shirt, with . rundown collar.
and flowing tie completed her costume.
saving . thick gossamer veil that COM
pletely hid her face, and but for the
whiteness and purity Of her neck it
would have seemed she suffered from
some facial Disagreement 1t was evil
IDENTIFY desire not to be recognized that
led to the adoption Of the yashmak
She was evidently expecting or avoid
ing some friends Her head moved with
birdlike quickness as she scanned each
new arrival on the platform. and her
slender hand, white and jewelless.
twitched nervously round the handle Of
the morocco monogrammed case she car
ried Catching her eye from a distance.
he walked toward her with the easy,
firm self assurance that women like
She saw he was coming to her and wait
ed calinly-perhaps she Sreathed more
quickly.
He raised his soft hat, and with .
courtly bow said i'll perfect English.
with the mere scent Of an accent: Par
don me. you are distressed Have you
missed your maid? Can be Of any serv-
ice to you?"
Now his hat was of he appeared a
prematurely white haired man Of As or
so, with firm face and voice-a man
evidently used to command.
Thank you very much" came in a
soft sibilant voice from beneath the
thick gossamer. II have not only lost
my maid, but my portmanteau am
afraid it is under that pile Of luggage,
and" - with little shrug ~ am
afraid that pile Of luggage is yours"
That is mine. madame will get
your bag at once May ask where you
are going? To Southampton. and it is
Of the highest importance You should
not miss this train? Pardon. do not trou
BILE will Sec that all is arranged"
A few words to the guard, q rapid
passage Of backsheesh. and the missing
bag with q dainty monogram and small
crest was placed carefully ON tho rack
Of the first class carriage by which the
yelled lady was standing. With the
GOODNESS that seemed part Of his nature.
the Russian indicated to a porter n
small hamper and had it placed in the
same compartment There must have
been some collision and lavish tip,
for. though the train was crowded. the
guard, after the imperceptible manner
of his kind. kept that carriage empty
until the train started, and they found
themselves alone, securely locked in
A sudden start ran through her slen
der frame She paused and asked quick
ly. do you know when the next train
leaves Waterloo for SouthamptonH'
He was desolated OF course she
for some hours
Madame is glad7 Madame Is afraid
Of being followed?"
"Yes, madame Is glad She does not
wish to be taken back and forced into
q hateful marriage, blushing prettily
The old. old story-stern father. ED
erly lover. titled, rich, but horrid No
mother. no sister. no brother. She was
flying from bondage to her aunt, Lady
Azuregore, in Guernsey.
Yes she was Lady Constance AZ
uregoro Had he really met her at the
Duchess Of Arlington's dancer She
thought she knew his face That was
ghy she trusted him 70 implicitly on
the platform. Of coursa But II she was
yelled. why was he 20 shrouded in big
closAk7 Come, now" anxiously. "a
lady7 An elopement1"
No, no, and again mol Nothing &C
joyouA He was Prince Paul DemtofY
and had fallen between two stools
had incurred the enmity Of the imperial
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