The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1904-10-02


place you mean-very good cooking for
such an out-Of-the-way show. I'll be
ready in a moment.
Sir John stamped his letters. brushed
his hat and carefully gave his mus
tache an upward curl before the look
ing glass.
Il really do not believe" he an
nounced with satisfaction. that any
one would recognize me. What do you
think, Annabel?"
81 don't think they would" she adj
mitted. You seem to have Guilt
waited quite a jaunty appearance,
Il don't think they would, she ad-
mitted.
You seem to have cultivated quite a
dainty appearance and you certainly
look years younger. One would think
that you enjoyed crawling away out or
your world into hiding, with very
foolish wicked wife,
Upon my word" he declared, you
are right. 1 really am enjoying it. 1t
Is like a second honeymoon. If 1t
wasn't for the fear that after all-but
we won't think of that 1 don't believe
any one could have traced us here. You
see. we Travelled second class and we
are in the least known quarter of Paris.
Tonight we leave for Marseilles. On
Thursday we embark for South Amer
lea
a
declared, as they passed into the street.
You see, 1 will take your arm 1t
looks so French to be affectionate."
There are some French customs,
he declared, (which are admirable. l
presume that 1 may not kiss you in the
street,"
Certainly not. sir she replied,
laughing. IF you attempted such
thing it would be in order that L should
smack you hard with the palm Of my
hand upon the cheek"
THAT is another French custom" he
remarked, which is not so agreeable.
Here we are. Shall we sit outside and
drink a petit verre of something TO give
us an appetite while dinner is being
prepared"
Certainly not" she answered. Il am
already so hungry that 1 shall begin
on the petits pains. l have an appetite
which 1 dare not increase"
They entered the place, a pleasant
little cafe of the sort to- be met with in
the outlying parts of Paris. Most of the
tables were for those who smoked only
and drank wine, but there were few
spread with tablecloths and laid for
dinner. Sir John and Annabel seated
themselves at one of them and the pro-
prietor himself, a small dark-visaged
man, radiant with smiles. came hurry
ing up, followed by a. waiter.
Monsieur would dine! 1t was very
good And madame. of course?" with
a low bow. THE carte de jour was be-
fore Monsieur. He had but to give his
fore monsieur. He had but to give his
special attention and for the cooking
we'll, he had his customers, who came
rom their homes to him year after
year. And always they were we'll sat
SIZED. He waited the pleasure of mon
sieur.''
cir Tob,, cave his order deliberately
stumbling now and then over word
and anglicizing others. When he had
finished he took I'D the wine list and
ordered a bottle of dry champagne.
Il am afraid" he. said to Annabel
afterward, that it was mistake to
order the champagne sec. They will
guess that 1 am English"
,Annabel leaned back in her chair and
laughed till the tears stood in her eyes.
Did you-did you really think that
they would take you for a French
MANI" she exclaimed
Il don't see why not" he answered.
"These clothes are French and I'm
sure this fiOppy bow would make a
Frenchman of me anyhow. Perhaps
ought to have let you order the dinner,
but l think 1 got through it pretty
we'll"
You did" Annabel exclaimed.
THANK heaven, they are. bringing the
hors doeuvres. John, 1 shall eat that
whole tin of sardines-4 Do take them
away from me after have had four"
After ALL Sir John remarked COM
placently, lit is astonishing how easy
II is for people with brains and little
knowledge of the world to completely
hide themselves. I am absolutely GER
tain that up to the present we nave
escaped all notice. and L do not believe
that any casual observer would take us
for English people"
A man who had been sitting with. MS
hat tilted over his eyes at an adjacent
table had risen to his feet and stood
suddenly before them.
Permit me to offer YOU the English
paper which has lust arrived, Sir
John" he said, holding out Daily
Telegraph. You may find in it para
graph of some interest to you.
Sir John was speeches. 1t was An
mabel who caught at the paper.
"You-appear to know my name.
sir" Sir John said.
"Oh, yes" the stranger remarked
good humoredly. Il know you very
ness to know most people. We were
fellow passengers from Charing Cross,
and we have been fellow dodgers in the
Rue d'Entrepot. / trust you will not
accuse me of discourtesy. if L express
my pleasure that hencefOrth our ways
VIII lie apart
A little sobbing cry from Annabel ar
rested Sir Johns attention. The stran-
ger with a bow returned to his table.
Read this, John"
THE BUCKNALLS MANSION MYS-
Terry.
Montague HILL, the man who was
found lying wounded in Bucknall Man
sions late on Wednesday night in the
rooms of a well-known artistic, has re-
covered sufficiently to make a state
ment to the police. 1t appears that he
was an unsuccessful admirer of the
lady in question, upon whom, 1T will be
remembered, he committed an assault
recently in the Universal Music Hall.
He admits that, under the influence of
drink, he broke into her rooms, and
there made a determined attempt AT
suicide. He further gave the name and
address of the firm from whom he pur-
chased the revolver and cartridges, a
member Of which firm has since cor
roborated his statement.
"HilpS confession will finally refute a
number of absurd stories which have
been in circulation during the last few