The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-06-27

Nicholas Ivanovitch stepped forth again
from the clump OF palms.
When Bob Armstrong and Nicholas mot I,
Bob turned pale as death" He went
away alone to the smoking room and there
took from his pocket a small photograph.
Can it be possible?" he asked himself as
he studied the picture. His height, the
build, the bearing. all are the same, and
yet it can't possibly be. for saw him my
self at Sing Sing, convict under life
sentence. Nevertheless, l won't rest until
l get at the bottom of this marvellous re-
semblance" And Bob Armstrong, 'the
mental giant" became detective from
that hour.
Armstrong loved Miss Fanny Chase.
Fanny was the only daughter Of a Million
aire horse owner and racing magnate.
She was about 20 years OF age, with a
healthy, well-developed figure. fine CONF
plexion, an attractive face and big head
full of hair" -Oh, Bob" said Fanny. as
her lover was going away from the Penny
baker party, "as you go down ask tie but
Ter to have my auto-know-better al the
door in about fifteen minutes. will you,
pleased great-hearted girl. Fanny,
as well as girl with felicitous habit OF
speech. She was a true friend to the Coun-
tess, and gave twenty-doar tips to the
Countess's maid. She could drink high
balls, smoke, and swear when she was
in temper. -She is a noble girl" Arm
strong declared. with qualities that few
mortals possess.
The excellent Countess and the evil Mich
olas inhabited magnificent apartment of
twelve rooms In Central Park West. There
Is an intimate description Of the Countess
in her boudoir dressing to receive Lord
Oliver. THE bed the draperies. yea, even
the walls of this luxurious little boudoir,
seemed to e1hale that fragrant perfume that
renders the atmosphere about a beautiful
woman 80 voluptuously Intoxicating
It IL Just o'clock. At 0 O'Clock Lord
Brighton will call. The Countess is In her
boudoir, in her maids hands, dressing.
She is about to face the most important
moment in woman's life-the moment upon
which will depend the happiness or woe
OF her entire future. What will her answer
be-? What are her thoughts. her hopes, her
fears1 She alone knows.
at the present moment the little boudoir
presents mere chaos, as does the boudoir
OF every beautiful woman when she is dress
ing The curtains are tightly drawn, every
globe in the chandelier sends forth a diff
ferent colored light. The radiator per-
meates the boudoir with genial warmth.
Upon the divan the chairs and the bed rich
gowns of silk and lace are spread in graceful
profusion A number OF satin slippers OF
different hues. and apparently too small to
At any human foot, are lying about The
dresser is crowded with the thousand and
one requisites 30 indispensable to the woman
OF fashion. In the centre of the room, in an
easy chair placed directly between two large
French mirrors. reclines Ravenna in the
deepest Of deep neglige.
May we describe it2 Why not? Well!
She is dressed in naught but a richly en-
broidered lace ohemise, that seemingly
mocks all efforts to cover her charms of
breast and neck; her little feet are bare;
her long blond hair is in the hands Of
her French maid. who Is about to trans
form the silky strands into a charming
couture. Countess Ivanovitch enjoys that
great pleasure Of the true daughter Of Eve