The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1899-06-23


hidden beneath rulllcd folds of chiffon,
and the red hair that had streamCd IN
the wind was now twisted and curled
in glossy masses. and the right hand
that had welded the roling-pin with
such signal effect was now holding 4
pair of many y-huttoncd ynnts de Suedc;
| but | was able to trace 'Mclia Ann
Miggs beneath the panoply of fashion.
She was unatltctedly delighted that
the name of the East-End street had
supplied me with a clue to her identity.
"Popa," she said, turning to the elder
man, this is the gentleman who helped
me that day whcn-
Mr.. c. Miges's face was study in
the art of inference by expressions; the
suggestion in his eyes was diabolical,
and 'Mclia Ann stopped abruptly in
undisguised terror Her father held
out his hand, which | took reluctantly
I'm very pleased to meet you. Let
me present you to my daughters
fiancey, Count Tchcrtskctf." The other
man, who had been languidly indifler-
ent to the little >rrnr. bowed stiflly;
and, Mr.. Miggs, with an etlusion that
he vain!y tried to give an appearance
of hcartincss, pressed liqueurs and
coffee upon me- | declined and, as /
saw that he was ncrvously anxious lest
| should bridge the gulf that lies be-
tween Arcadia street and the Savoy,
made my escape as soon as possible,
with the usual commonplace that |
hoped We should meet again. A GER
tain CLINT beneath Mr.. Miggs's puffy
eyelids showed me that he, at any rate,
did not echo the hope, and it prcsaged
an unpleasant five minutes for his
daughter; her recognition had been in
discreet.
Such an ascent from Arcadia street
to the Savoy Hotel excited my curios-
ity, and, on consulting the visitors
list, | found that not only had the
former occupants of the grocers Shop
"rarnd the Garner gloriied their out.
ward appearance, but they had also
glorified their patronymics. Mr.. Cyrus
J. Miggs and Miss Amelie Miggs oc-
cupied suite of rooms that must have
represented gratifyingly large weekly |
checks to the management.
Again some years elapsed. was in
Rome, and, calling upon an old Italian
friend soon after my arrival, | found
her eagerly following the chief occu-
patton of the Roman ladies. She was
giving a tea-party. "You like Ameri-
cans,' she said; II must introduce you
to the latest star, Countess Tclcrts-
kotf,," and the next moment | was bow
ing to 'Melia Ann.
"Sakes! You're around everywhere,' |
was her greeting. remarked that she |
seemed equally ubiquitous, regretting
the words direccly they were spoken.
You won't let on about Arcadia |
street here!' she pleaded "Popa was
fair riled because | spoke to you in
London, He's done it all, an he
doesn't Ike people to think that all the
dollars didn't come from America.
We went back after you saw MS in
Arcadia street, and Popa struck lie in
wheat"
"Of course, not 4 syllable" | an
swered, and received the same glance
of gratitude that she had given me in
Arcadia street. "And so, Mr.. Miggs
having made his pile, you are travell-
ing?"
II guess not. We're fixtures, us
and st. Peters an the Pope. Ladis-
laws position fixes us tight"
"Position' was not word that
would naturally occur in the erstwhile
Melia Ann vocabulary; she repeated
it with the air of having learned it. l
imagined that her father was the in
structor.
"The count is Il councillor to the
Turkish legation" she added; the les
son was perfectly learned, but the pupil
seemed to take little pride in its rcpeti-
ton.
But the name is Polish"
"Ladislaws father was chuck
eNiled. My husband is in the service
of the sultan"
| learned afterwards that the counts
appointment had taken place after his
marriage, and that it was limited that
American gold had directed the selec-
tion of Iildiz Kiosk. Mr.. Cyrus j.
Miggs was certainly astute. His
daughter was not easy material upon
which to work towards social advance
ment; but he had made the best of the
means at his disposal--a renegade Pole.
The countess was about to add
further details Of the delights of her
husbands position, when an Italian
lady with whom | was slightly ac-
qualnted came up and greeted her
etfusively.
Poor little 'Mclia Ann was very shy
and confused; there was Il subtle mock
cry in the other woman manner that
made me suddenly conscious that the
daughter of Mr.. Cyrus j. Miggs was
sadly over-dresscd. Rivers of lace ran
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