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

and snort stories. whose path o. Ection Ted
him mostly into the tangled alleys AM
amid the deadly-nightshade bowers Of the
sensa uonai romance.
He was fairly successful in his work-he
had hopes Of greater success-he enjoyed
his craft. and he liked life generally, and
he looked on the social world as vast ana
inexhaustible reservoir Of materials for
short story. study of character and eX-
citing incident. and for the more proIong-
cd emotion Of the three-voluue novel. But
he had as yet had no experience Of his
own in anything romantic: he had Only
once been really IN love. and this love al
fair was of the most unpr5mlsing nature
possible even for a romancist. The girl he
loved was a young Russian woman Of
great rank whom he had met during a sea-
sons visit to St Petersburg and Moscow.
Ii was the first and only visit he had
paid TO Russia, and he had gone there IN
quest Of materials Tor novel about Nj
bilists and dynamite, and all that sort OF
thing. After he had got there and studied
St. Petersburg and Moscow, he did not
seem to see his way 10 any story Of the
kind. No dynamite crashed anywhere
along his quiet road. He enjoyed himself
much. however: he had good letters Of in
PRODUCTION. and was well received IN So
ciety. and there he met the daughter Of
Prince Vasslu and straightway fell in
love with her.
The father of the princess was great
"a. 4r-4r--
ed views in politics, and was therefore
looked upon with little disfavor in court
but whose rank. wealth and social posi-
ton made him a brilliant figure in the life
of St. Petersburg, and perhaps even more
in the life of Moscow. He had two daugh-
tiers. both beautiful. graceful. and clever
and it was with the elder Of the two that
Emlay fell in love.
But Emlay never told her of his love
never had a chance Of making such an
avowal and would not have made it even
if he had had the chance. What could a
struggling London novelist have TO do with
the elder daughter of the great Prince
VassiIi? The princess smiled on him, was
KIND to him, and seemed 10 like him, but
ATlGulOH EIuldE Kept Ali1 4Cft ~ +-Ait4-'-'ls
and he finished his holiday, and came back
10 London. and made studies Of the Prln-
cess Marie under various forms OF ncuon,
principally in short story, and was sadly
convinced that they were very poor at
tempts indeed at portraiture, although he
got much praise from many papers for his
charming and delightful heroines Inc
princess was becoming only shadow 10
him, but yet she was a shadow which STOOD
81, sFra OF 2 seg heart ana.
as ghosts have often done, prevented any
other form from passing in.
Suddenly there came news 70 London
which interested the public slightly, but
which absorbed the attention Of Crichion
Emlay. The Prince Nassih mad fallen N
10 terrible disgrace. He had been said 10
be connected with some revolutionary plot
He was travelling abroad with his wife and
Two daughters when the plot-n there was
a plot-was discovered. He had not ven
tured 10 return to Russia and stand his
trial and nobody, it appeared, now knew
where ne was. He had been heard Of last
in New Orleans, and an application was
actually made by Russia to the United
States for his extradition.
But there were two difficulties In the
way-first, the Russian government were
not able to say where he was 70 be found,
and next, the government Of the United
States would never entertain the idea Of
giving him up unless 1t could be proved
that mis- plot, whatever il might be, in
Volved murder as Wen as politics. So the
demand was dropped, and the whole sub
Ject soon faded out Of public memory, so
lar, at least, as England and the United
States We're concerned. 1t was remem-
bered very keenly still in Russia.
CrichtOn Emlay was living in a pictur-
esqUe and somewhat aesthetic suburb of
London, on the farther verge of Chelsea.
The houses We're all Of the intense Queen
Anne order, and the red brick and the
white-edged windows gave the place de-
cided stamp Of self-cOnsciOus superiority.
A good many artists and authors lived
there. They were rising men as yet; they
We're not risen men. Risen men would
have taken themselves off to some more
distinctly fashionable quarter. There were
some rising doctors there too, and some
rich city men, who liked TO be regarded as
persons with taste for the picturesque
and the artistic
Crichton lived in a little fiat in Tennyson
terrace, and just opposite TO him were the
Robert Browning gardens. In the Robert
browning gardens had stood for a long
time an unoccupied house with a sort Of
huge breasiplate on it, and an inscription
thereon in letters of white paint on back
GROUND OF black, proeaiming that the
mouse was to be let or solo, concluding
with a reference to certain agents who
We're willing 10 take charge of the letting
or the sale. Every morning as he was
dressing ana glanced across the road En-
lay observed the announcement, and be-
gan wondering who had lived there and
why they had gone away and who would
III ther vacant places and whether 1t
would ever be any concern of his If the
mouse We're soon again occupied or remain
ca as a hoWling wilderness for ever. And
oehoid. one morning he arose and looked
OUT OF ms WINDOW and the entablature was
gone ana 1t was borne In upon his mind
that a new conner was arriving at last
NIicnJon felt a sort of languid interest
IN the movement. He found himself ask
ing OF MS own soul the question. "Wiu il
turn out TO be a matter Of any personal
concern 70 me?' And the answer came
promptly back, mo. of course not-not
the slightest personal concern. VVbv
should It? How could il? What can II
matter to me who comes or who goes in
the houses around me? ! don't know at
thls particular moment who is NV next
door neighbor, and ! don't want to. know
In iact' think l would very much rather
not know"
But this time, somehow, he felt strange
~ curious inquisitive and interested
Other things, however, called off his atten
tlon and he forget all about the expected
occupants of the house over the wav
some DAYS passed, and he had not seen or
heard 9UVtHinu "a b