The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1862-09-12
Gbe STORY Geusr.
From the Edingburg Journal.
A MYSTERIOUS
ADVENT TURE.


years in Paris, during the reign of Louis
Philippe, acquiring great proficiency in the
art of surgery, met with at least one strange
curious, and exciting adventure, which We
now record in his own language:
/ am naturally as fond Of adventure in
reality (said the doctor) as most people are
Of reading it; and this admission, ! trust
will DO sufficient explanation OF how 80
readily became connected with the mysteri-
Gus affair am about to relate.
One night, while returning late to my
lodging from convivial party, where had
drank good many healths in good deal OF
very good wine. as was sauntering along
one Of the numerously named quays of the
Seine, not far from the hotel Dieu-the old.
est hospital in Paris, aud, by the bye, one OF
the best in the world-as was sauntering
along the quay, l say ,humming tune, and
by way Of variety, thinking over some OF the
stories had heard of persons being assasi-
mated in this vicinity and thrown into the
river, which could SEQ rolling along before
me, a woman cloaked and hooded, brushed
past me at quick step. As l had not heard
her until saw her, and had believed myself
alone in that particular locality, | felt my
blood quickened to slight start, and began
to mut,er. as l searched for my knife, the
only weapon carried:
"If you were man now my fine lady, in
stead Of a woman, as you are-God bless the
sex collsctively-I-"
Here stopped, because shc did, wheeling
round, facing me, and looking as If she were
taking my dimensions.
"Fiye feet nine and a half in boots, 'said
|. the wine making me rather saucy; "weigh'
one hundred and ffty-fve, including dinners
age, say twenty-five, more or less, generally
more; and mighty good looking for man o'
my size."
Here put my back against convenient
post, and began to whistlo-thc woman oil
the time apparently cycling me closely. Then
she came toward me, and said in o low,
sweet voice-at least, thought so then:
"will monsieur pardon mel"
"Cf course will, mademoiselle, since you
don't owe me anything, and are not likely
to, said l, thinking myself uncommonly
civil. which was all owing to the very gooe
VINE had drank.
"Is monsieur doctor?"
al have that honor, mademoisellc."
"Not quite equal to Monsieur Blandid, bu
still surgeon at your SERVICE"
"Nionsieur is an Englishman," she said
pcrceiving from my accent that l was for
eigner.
al am" said I, elevating my head will
an air Of pride.
"Thc Englishmen are brave"
"Some Of them, mademoisclle.
"And they are also gallant"
"They possibly have that fault, IL fault i
is, especially when pretty woman is in tn
case"
Here my fair unknown, as it without
thinking, 80 clever was the art, pushed bacl
her hood and showed me, by the dim light o
a neighboring lamp, one OF the sweetest
prcttiest, most bewitching faces had evel
before seen.
"Nlopsieur is doctor, a surgeon, IN Eng
lishman, and brave and gallant gentleman
therefore monsieur will come with mo anc
save sufferers life by his great skill"
"Of course will," said l, s,eadying my
self by the post, for the wine had somehow
been increasing its power over me since leav'
ing my friends. "Of course will, mad
emoiselle-only too happy to serve such
beautiful creature the honor OF q
Frenchi6cd English gentleman chirurseon
Pray lead the way, mademoiselle."
.will monsieur be so kind rs to take my
arm?"
| Monsieur was 90 kind--monsienr would
have done almost anything he had been asked
just then.
Twenty PAGES or so brought us to the steps
Of one Of ports leading down into the Seine
NV fair Unknown descended, and 81 did
without asking wherefore. If she had jump.
ed into the water just then, probably should
have jumped in after her. She did mt though,
and probably that accounts for my not being
drowned doctor to-day.
Well, rs she and reached the stairs above
the wash Of the river, boat rowed by two
men rowed up to us; before | exactly COM
prehended what was doing. or how 1t was
done, found myself seated on one Of the
thwarts, my own angel beside me, and the
boat rapidly going somewhere, still rowed
BY the two men.
"whew," thought I, "hcre is an advcn.
ture whether will or no. DR.. L., you
couty wine bibber, you have probably made
an ass Of yourself and are now going to have
your threat cut for the little money you are
supposed to have, but you havn't got It
about your person. Well, it's too late to
whine or repine now, and not word'!'-did
say. rather liking II than otherwise, all
cxcep. the numbering part, which hoped
might be nero fancy Of my own, 50 really
fond was Of adventure. We were no: many