Smyrna times., 1901-12-04
A HighWayman's
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A Celebrated Authors
Weird Fancy.
By ARTHUR t. 0UILLER-COUCH.



The house in question was what
Peter the Scholar (whO corrects my
proof sheets) calls one of the rusinurby
sort-the front facing a street and the
back looking over a turfed garden,
with a lime tree or two, a laburnum,
and a lawn tennis court marked out,
its white lines plain to see in the star
light. At the end of the garden a door,
painted dark green, led into a narrow
lane between high walls, where, if two
persons met, one had to turn sideways
to let the other pass. The entrance to
this lane was cut in two by a wooden
post about the height of your hip, and
just beyond this, in the highroad,
George was waiting for us with the
dogcart.
We had picked the usual time-the
dinner hour. 1t had just turned dark,
and the church clock, two streets away,
was Ginning the quarter after 8 when
Peter and l let ourselves in by the
green door l spoke of and felt along
the wall for the gardeners ladder that
we knew was hanging there. A simpler
job there never was. The bedroom
window on the first floor stood right
open to the night air, and inside was
faint candlelight flickering, just as
careless maid will leave it after her
mistress has gone down to dinner. To
be sure, there was a chance of her COM
ing back to put it out, but we could
hear her voice going in the servants
hall as we lifted the ladder and rested
it against the sill.
She's good for half an hour yet"
Peter whispered, holding the ladder
while began to climb; "but if 1 hear
her voice stop I'll give the signal to be
cautious"
l went up softly, pushed my head
gently above the level of the sill and
looked in.
1t was a roomy place, with a great
half tester bed, hung with curtains,
standing out from the wall on my
right. The curtains were of chintz,
dark background. with flaming red
poppies sprawling over it, and the
farther curtain hid the dressing table
and the candles upon it and the Jewel
case that l confidently hoped to stand
upon it also. A bright Brussels carpet
covered the floor, and the wall paper,
emember-though, for the life of me,
can not tell why-was a pale gray
ground. worked up to initiate watered
silk, with springs of gilt honeysuckle
upon it.
l looked around and listened for half
minute. The house was still as death
up here-nOt sound in the room or in
the passages beyond. With a nod to
Peter to hold the ladder firm 1 lifted
one leg over the sill, then the other,
dropped my feet carefully upon the
thick carpet and went quickly around
the bed to the dressing table.
But at the corner, and as soon as
ever l saw around the chintz curtain,
my knees gave way, and put out a
hand toward the bedpost.
Before the dressing table, and in
front of the big glass in which she
could see my white face, wa an old
lady seated.
She Wore blaze of jewels and a low
gown, out of which rose the scraggiest
neck and shoulders 1 have ever looked
on. Her hair was thick with black dye
and fastened with a diamond star. Be
tween the two candles the powder
showed on her cheek bones like flour
on millers coat. Chin on hand, she
was gazing steadily into the mirror be-
fore her, and, even in my fright. 1 had
time to note that glass of sherry and
plate of rice and curry stood at her
elbow among the rouge pots and
powder puffs.
While | stood stock, still and pretty
well scared out of my wits she rose.
still staring at my image in the glass.
folded her hands modestly over her
bosom and spoke in a deep, tragical
voice:
''The prince!'
Then, facing sharply around, she
held out her thin arms.
| You have come-at last?'
| There was not much to say to this
except that l had. So / confessed it
Even with the candles behind her ]
could see her eyes glowing like dogs
and an uglier poor creature this world
could scarcely show.
''Is the ladder set against the win.
dow?'
'Since you seem to know, ma'am,'
said |, lit is.'
"Ah, Romeo! Your cheeks are ruddy
your poppies are too red"
"Then I'm glad my color's come back
for. to tell the truth. you did give me 6
turn just at first You were lookins
out for me. no Doubt
MY prince! She stretched out hel
arms again, and, being pretty we'll a
my wits end, let her embrace me. 81
has been so long," she said-"oh, tn,
weary while! And they i'll treat me
Where have you been all this tediou.
timer
! was not going to answer that, yol
may be sure. BY this time had recov
cred myself sufficiently to guess wha