The Marshall republican., 1910-03-25

ments he stood with the napkin In his
hands gazing out over the wonderful
bay that lay before the hotel.
HE is not like those cousin Of his in
Petersburg and Moscowa," he said at
last, with a touch of awe in his tones.
And yet, though monseigneur Is so
good and generoso, will not the an
archist strike against the name Of even
royalty himself? You have not that
fearf"
The secretary shivered in the soft
warm dir and seized his companion by
the wrist.
II have!" he said quickly. "He has
not. I take what precautions l can
secretly from him. But Of what user
You have few %patrons?"
A smile crossed Mariano's face, and
he shrugged his shoulders expressive
iy.
at is yet so early in the season.
"Those poor musician"-he pointed off
beyond the gates-"they wait always
at every gate to play when they shall
see any one coming, but Of late they
are disappoint. Within, with us in the
hotel, are but seek people, all of one
partyr'
An expression Of relief crossed the
Frenchman's face, and he opened his
notebook quickly.
"Good!' he murmured. "Who are
theyT
Mariana scratched his head with one
ruminative finger and bent his brows
upon the table in thought.
'"There is milor', al English excel
l%ency-the Earl Of Hawcastle; there Is
also his son, the excellency honorable
Almeric st. Aubyn; there is Miladi
Creeshe. In English miladi. who is
sister-in-law to Milor' Hawcastle."
Quickly Ribiere jotted down the
names in his book and then looked up.
''Three English" he said. Good so
far. Those English are safe"
Mariana went on;
There. Is an American signori-
ma, Mees Granger-Seempsone. Miladi
Creeshe travel with her to be chap
eron." Here he became enthusiastic as
the memory of sundry pieces Of gold
and silver Weakened his keen thoughts.
"She Is young. generoso; she give
money to every one; she Is multa bella,
SO pretty, weeth charm
''You mean this Lady CreesheT' in
terrupted the Frenchman. with a puz-
zled frown.
mo, no, nor cried Mariana In horri-
fed amazement. "Miladi' Creeshe is ole
lady and does not hear so well; quite
deaf; no p%ourboires; nothing. ! speak
of the young American lady, Mees
Granger-Seempsone, who the English
honorable son Of Milor' Hawcastle
wishes to espouse, I think"
Ribiere wrote rapidly In his note
book and without looking up said:
who else is thereT'
There is the brother Of Mees Gran
ger.Seempsone, a young gentleman
from also North America. He make
the eyes all the day at another lazy,
who is Of the party. a French lady,
Comtesse de C~hampigny. Ha, eet
amuse mel" And he burst into a re-
spectful litter.
Ribiere looked at him with grave
establishment and bent once more to
his notebook, over which the pen few
with a practiced hand.
why" he said shortly.
Mariana smothered his mirth with
the napkin he carried and with an eff
fort controlled himself.
"Becoss," he answered-"becoss I
have thought that madame the COM
Jesse is so good a friend Of the oil Eng
lish Milor' Hawcastle. A maitre d'ho-
tel see many things, eh, and / think
Milor' Hawcastle and madame have
known each other from long perhaps,
This d~ejecner is for them; also
think from what 1 hear that both have
been In Russia one time. They spill
togezzer In Russ"
"Pouf! They will not recognize my
employer" said .Ribirre, mo mors
than this North American who travel
with him and who is as innocent IS I
babe. Set dejeuner on the table IN
stantly. when he shall arrive, for two
a perch, petit pois, iced figs. tea. l viii
send his own caviare and vodka iron
what l carry"
Eva bene. signorr' answered Mari
sno and vanished into the hotel,
To be continued