The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-10

of intimacy between her and her neighbore
at table.
They were discussing a man of fve-and-
thirty VINO sat rather near them.
Il think he's English" said Mr.. Kibble
White.
''Impossibler' remarked madame. HE
is too solid, too unintelligent, to belong
to your great nation; he is German"
mo, he can't understand English" said
Mrs. Yates, for 1 am sure he must have
heard our conversation, and his face has
never changed"
II hope he doesn't understand 1t, for
you have been rather rough on him let
US listen to his accent when he speaks to
the waiter" suggested Mr.. Kibble White
mo need" cried Mrs. Yates; Il am
sure he can only say Baa Baa; don't
you see he is not a man, but just great
pink sheep"
The party all laughed, and the stranger
was nicknamed the Pink Sheep from that
moment
AT the table d'hote that evening the
laughter was almost entirely subdued;
Mrs Yates and madame soon adjourned
to the drawing room, whence they were
followed by the kibble Whites and by the
hind a book. You have no doubt noticed
that Mrs. Yates is somewhat depressed"
said madame; land l am not surprised at
that, for she has had her pocket picked
and lost more than f25."
The Kibble Whites expressed their deep
sympathy, and after describing the man
ner in which the loss had occurred, while
she stood watching the arrival of the Eng
lish boat, Mrs. Yates grew communicative
and told of her great disappointment. 1t
was impossible to continue her journey.
She was on her way to Brindisi to meet
her husband, who was coming home from
India seriously ill., Her anxiety to meet
him was the greater, for she had parted
from him in anger caused by jealousy.
She had just learned her suspicion had
been entirely unfounded.
And now she could go no further. for.
acting on madames advice, she had taken
a ticket only as far as Paris, and, being
very badly off, she could not afford to bor-
row the necessary money, even had there
| been time to do so.
"Why didn't you let her take through
| ticket, madame?" asked Mrs. Kibble
| White.
Indeed, 1 wish had, for now she could
| have gone on, but I feared the people In
London would cheat her, and since know
the manager of a tourist agency in Paris
| l felt she was sure to be properly treated
| if she took her tickets from him.
you are over suspicious madame" said
Mrs. Yates. Last night, when we went
to the casino you wanted me to give you
my watch and jewelry to take care of,
and yet, you see, no one attempted to
take them"
And you are, perhaps, too conhding,
| Mrs. Yates. You see, if you had given
me your money to keep for you you would
not have lost it"
"I am not so sure of that" said Mrs
Kibble White, looking hard at the last
speaker.
what do you mean by that remark?'
asked madame, Indignantly.
II mean that 1 do not see why the
money should have been safer in your
keeping than in Mrs. Yates"
There was an uncomfortable silence
Madame rose and went out. AS soon as
she left the room Mrs. Kibble White
asked:
do you know her very well? I don't
like her eyes at all / should not trust
her. Who is she?'
"Oh, think she is all right. She is the
Marquise de Montereau."
Then why has she put her name in the
visitors book as Madame Camboux?"
"She said she liked to travel lncognito
because If people knew her rank they
would charge her more at the hotels.'
''She does not look like an. aristocrat
her dress Is so untidy and have you moi
noticed the high-water mark on hel
neck?"
"Oh, these foreigners have such ode
characters
81 should say, by the look of her, she
had none" said Mrs. Kibble White.
Then Mrs. Yates explained how she had
answered an advertisement in the Morn
ing Post, in which a foreign lady of rank
asked another lady to join her in jour
ney to Naples She told how madame had
promised to give references to two OF
aristocracy, but they we're all out of town
81 think you were lucky not to have
given her your jewelry last night or prob
ably you would have lost that, as well a:
your money" remarked Mrs. Kibblt
White. Then began a discussion as tC
what could be done to discover whether
their suspicious were well founded, but il
seemed impossible to take any steps with
out something more definite to go upon
Meanwhile the Pink Sheep, who had fin
ished his. chapter, took a cigar from his
pocket and was cutting off the end.
II believe that beastly German Sheep is
going to smoke in the drawing room Tel
him we won't stand it, dear" cried Mrs
Kibble White.
defense de fumer," said her husband
excitedly, pointing to a notice on the
wall.
The Pink Sheep smiled, bowed and
left the room. Crossing the passage, hS
upon the thick carpet, and. on reaching
the first landing, he saw a female figure
turn out the electric light. He paused
moment; then, walking cautiously, hi
went to his room. In the doorway he me
a woman, and, selling her by the wrist
forced her back, locking the door after
him. When he had struck light he rec
ognized madame.
81 beg your pardon" she said in French
at is so dark in the passages have mis-
taken my room; 1 must complain that they
are economical of the light"
IF you dislike the darkness, why die
YOU turn out the electric ,ight?"
II turn it out! What ar idea! You are
dreaming"
"And yet my eyes are very wide open
but am glad you have comet 1 want g
few moments conversation with you"
with met You evidently mistake
am the Marquise de Montereau, and L dc
not know you"
"That is possible, but l know you, and
what l want to tell you is that you mus
return to Mrs. Yates the twenty-five
pounds 1 suppose the purse is not now
recoverable"