The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1909-07-15

She had q brother, who came to Eng.
land during this period and establish
ed himself In a small German cafe In
Soho.
when I and my sister grew up
Greta went to join her brother. When
I accepted the place In the household
Of the duchess the only person knew
in London was my old nurse. She
had married a man named Schmol-
der. The brother was dead. The
cafe was considerably extended, and
was managed by Greta and her hus-
band.
whenever / had a free afternoon
or evening I used to go and see
Greta, in a little street which turns
out OF Wardour street, and have tea
with her. She was always delight
ed, of course, to meet me.
Il remember going one afternoon
and chatting with her. She always
told me everything about her life and
business, and on this occasion I no.
ticed that she seemed a little preoc-
cupied and distract.
Il asked her what was the matter,
and after a little reticence she told
me that her two upper rooms had
been taken by a German gentleman
from Neutrality-suspicious., who was to
arrive on that evening.
THE rooms above the shop were
generally let, so her agitation seemed
somewhat singular.
"Well, Greta,' | said to her, I do
not see why you should be upset be-
cause you have a new tenant for the
sitting room and the bed room!'
at Is not exactly that, %fraulefn,'
she replied, but the gentleman who
is coming Is not the class of person
l am accustomed to have here. In
deed, | cannot understand it. He
should be staying at one of the great
hotels. My aunt, Frau Schneider,
wrote to me and engaged the rooms
on behalf of this gentleman. My aunt,
fraulein, is the wife of one Of the
royal huntsmen at the Court of Woh-
lau-Landskrona. She told me in strict
confidence, that the gentleman who
wished to have my rooms was the
Baron Fritz Won R~avenstein, who is
now the chief of the court of the
Princess Sophia Marie Eleanora.'
We'll, of course, Capt. Marriott,
this did not convey very much to me,
though it seemed odd that such a
very important person should want
to stay in Greta's poky little rooms
in Soho.
II thought nothing of the matter.
"a week or so afterward | again
went to have tea with Greta.
II found that she was out, but had
left a note for me, saying that she
would return in about half an hour
after | had expected to meet her.
"Greta's own room is on the first
floor, in a sort of little entresol, into
which the rooms she lets also open.
Il was sitting in her room, and the
door was open. when | saw-to my
extreme surprise and amazement-
Miss Decies herself walk across the
little hall and open the door of the
opposite room to where | was. AS
she did so a tall, blond young man
who, as far as l could see in that mo-
ment, seemed singularly handsome
came out and embraced her affection
ately.
II still remember something of mt
German, and the few words I heard
meant, Welcome. mother; l hope you
have decided"
Suddenly Marriott remembered
how, when he had gone to the Ouch
ess the day before, Sir Anthony He'll
Ter had mentioned the name of Fritz
% Ravenstein!
do you know who that was?" he
said. That, Miss Hobson, was Miss
Decies son. She was not Miss De-
cies' at all, as I have lately heard.
She was the Baroness Won Raven
stein, The husband had died many
years ago. She had come to England,
and this is her son. A new light is
thrown upon this dreadful business.
Il do not quite understand" Daisy
answered.
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