, 1899-06-02
%bf6er. MORAY, has b'

1y 4hther, cnmes Moray, has been
dead for a long time, but my mother lives
here"
eOh, your mother lives here, does she r
Certainly. We have been residents IN
Rruges for many years past"
..Eyactly. / understand all about 1t.
Now look you here, Mr.. Angus Moray, !
happen to have known your father, and l
should like to speak with you again. l
can't stay now, with my wife in this con-
dition, as you may suppose; but l am
stopping at the Hotel Belgique, and If you
ike to come and see me there tomorrow
afternoon, you can-if not, leave it alone.
Good-day to you!' and entering the We
hicle. the portly Englishman closes the
door and drives off, leaving the two young
peonle standing in the middle of the Place
staring after him.
what a curious ADVENTURE says An
gus at last. II wonder what the man can
possibly want to see me for?"
TT is unaccountable," acquiesces Ga
brielle. "And he has forgotten to leave
his name, too! ITEMS! but that is droll'
For whom will you ask?'
''There will be no difficulty in finding
him. Gabrielle. There cannot be two
such Englishmen staying at the Hotel
Belgique."
'sSuppose he should turn out to be g
millionaire, and wish to make you his
HERR suggests the girl. you would for
get all that you have just said to me, then
Angus"
"Never. my darling! But suppose your
papa saves the lady's life, and, in graft
tude for his services, the millionaire be
slows all his fortune upon him. One event
is quite as likely to occur as the other
What would Madamoiselle Gabrielle do
Blois nave to say to her railway surveyor
then, chr
1.-The lady is not ill enough for that
replies Gabrielle, eyasiyely. "She hal
only tainted from the heat and fatigue
and how the visitors here can go through
the exertions they do, standing abou.
churches and picture galleries all day, IL
the height of summer, always puzzles me
See. Angus, there is another English
woman in that facre. All, how droll sht
Sal What a comical figure! Will sh'
strike the poor driver in the face will
that huge umbrella =
They seem destined to encounter sur
nrises to-day, for as they look toward thu
nerson Gabrielle has mentioned, the,
plainly see the umbrella fourished in thel
direction with the evident design of at
tracing their notice.
Another millionaire! Now we shal
have one apiece! exclaims Gabrielle
laughing, as the vehicle halts and the.
walk up to it; but this time it is in yer.
&olerable French that the stranger ask
81 they can help her to find the address
for which she is bound.
st have just come over by the Ostep
boat TO visit an old friend in Bruges, an
though l nave been corresponding wit
her for years past, l have never been re
auired to put the number of the street
which she resides upon my letters; an
this idiot on the coach box doesn't appea
10 know the lady's name nor anythin
about her!"
Pardon, madamev' says Angus, a
with all the courtesy of his adopted Lane
he stands ~bareheaded before her. Pc
haps he is a stranger to Bruges. Wi
you favor me with the name of the lad
you desire to findT'
''Its not a private house. It's a lodi
ing house in the Rue Allemande, kept b
n Mademoiselle Steivenart."
"Ah, madame, l am fortunate! 1 ca
direct you without further trouble. HI