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tea in Champagne, but his astonishment
increased when he saw the landlady make
her appearance with dish of boiled herbs
nicely garnished with small broiled sausa.
ges.
She had thus cooked all the ten she could
find in the caddy. The good woman who
was ignorant of The use of ten, had served
It as she would n dish Of spinach ; she had
boiled it well, put il in a cullender to drain
off tho water, which she threw away and
then in order to display her taste to her
guest and TO improve upon his usual meal.
sho had fanked his dish Of herbs with the
savory and delicalely broiled sausages.
The stranger was q good hearted soul,
and instead of flying out in a rage at such
a novel mode of making tea, he laughed till
his sides ached; and having explained to
his hostess the proper preparation. he invi-
ted himself to breakfast with her and her
family on their country fare. She was a
widow and her family consisted Of on inter
esting and genteel girl Of sixteen, a son
about twenty four, who seemed in very low
spirits, and her own sister rather advanced
in years.
The Strangers demeanor towards the
young lady although she was only a rustic,
was distinguished by that polite and frank
gallantry which is peculiar to all well edu-
Gated Germans. But he quickly perceived
that the young man whose name was Mar
eel, was depressed and quite silent. His
eyes were remarkably fine. and this only
made the deep melancholy of his looks the
more particular. At his mothers first
glance, he hastened to pay to their guest,
with momentary chceriu|ncss and cordiallty,
all those attentions which Of necessity arc
30 many and various in a citizens family
when entertaining q stranger of high de
gree. Ito put u bottle of All upon the table,
which the stranger seemed 10 drink with
undisguised relish.
When the rcpast was over the general,
with a bencvoloncc of accent which denotes
that a person has sounded the depths of
your Heart, but is fearful to tear open its
wounds, said TO Marcel Do YOU believe in
fairies, my young friend
Il did once, my iord,' replied the youth,
sadly.
But arc you a, inf lei on that subject
now"
The youth looked AZ the stranger with n
singularly anxious expression. After a mo
mcn,'s silence. he added and sighed, you
know very well that there are no fairies
now
'Bu, suppose there wcr',' said the gen
cral.
'Ah! ifindced there were !! -- and
Marccl's fine eyes sp1rklcd.
'Yoin! man. observed the general, 1t a
fairy were here, | I'm sure you would have
some highly cherished favor to beg ut her!'
1T is very irue ny l,fd,' said Marcel,
and blushGG.
Yes | am urc Of that rel ,incd his mo-
thor, he thinks Of nothing but a sweet
heart of his that oncs was
"A SWEETHEART, mNher, say rather a
passion that GIN Only cease with my life.
But why speak Of it now
S, saying, Marc | made a movement as
ii to leave the table.
'D,ut give way to d.spair my fine fellow,
observed the stranger, preventing him from
rising. You perceive that although my
breakfast was lost. | have succeeded in
obtaining one, Where is your Iady.lovc
at present
AT Brussels said the mother, peevishly
AT Brusscls!' exclaimed the general
and he drank a glass of the glorious liquid
Of the country. At Brussels! repeated
no. Nov suppose | were a fuiry-
aud tina, | were to set of to Brussels i'm.
mcdiately
The mother, hcr sister, and daughter,
began to laugh, anil even the servant was
obliged to bite her lips To restrain her mer,
rimcnt. The young man alone preserved
his gravity. lie sat with open mouth ant
staring e%yes-and his breast hcaved witt
violent agitation.
Are you going to Brussels, my lord?'
Il am replied the stranger ; and | thinl
I could assist you in your wishes, if you
would make me your confident; unless, you
arc in love with another mans wife,or tina
your beloved is a kings daughter
'Oh!' cried the youth, she is better tina
any princess
up, you will put my power to a hard test.
i beg your pardon for INDUCING in sucl
illtimed ruptures. My adored is only
merchants daughter, who lives on the
grand square. Bat she is is so beautiful
so ravishing. SO exquisite, so divine, tina
nv heart runs riot when | think of her..
Why is she not as poor as | am? | the
might have some hopes Of her hand
; Does she love you
She does, my lord. But her father in
, tends to give her sixty thousand francs 70
her portion. was his book keeper bul
> when he perceived my feelings toward hi
daughter, he dismissed me, for have moth
, ing of my own. fell sick, and was take
5 to St. Johns hospital ; and il Is now tw
! months since my mother took me iron
; hence, and brought me home, much agains
, my will
= And have you heard nothing of you
. mist rcss