The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1867-06-07

~ "'"i" Wy up u tiducSHlin, over tIle
multiplication table, another would be
crippled for his fatherland, a third killed
IN the same cause, fourth would 90
wandering over land and sea, the fifth
would be more cunning than his father.
twould all come to nothing.
At this moment Fanchon hoped ligh-
~ in, and with gentle bow said to me,
"four room is ready. You can take
possession of it," The landlord was
called away. took my hat to seek my
room.
"Pcrmit me-" said Fanchon, "let me
have the honour of showing YOU the
way" Then with aspiring or two she
stood before the young man to VIII ON she
had entrusted the child: "Mr. Philoso-
pher, you arc very naughty to yourlittle
lady. See how Lison laughs at
you. Come quickly, kiss her hand
and beg her pardon" With that
she put the little hand of the baby to
his lips. The young man smiled gloomi-
ly, and scarcely looked up.
Then she sprang towards me and re-
peated: "Let me have the honour" So
she flew before me up stairs. She opend
the door of Il neat little room. She had
to wait awhile for me, apologizcd
for the slowness of my movements on
account ofmy late illness.
"Hou will entirely recover with us.
said she "the baths of Cransac will do
wonders, you know"
81 know nothing about them, fair
| Fanchon. Then you have baths here?"
"The most celebrated in the world
Folks come hither even from Toulouse
and Montpelier. Every one goes away
perfectly cured and happy.
But who could leave you and be hap
py fair Fanchon >"
"Let me take care of that when the
time comes for folks to go, Mr.. Captain.
| know how to tease them until they are
glad to get rid Of me-"
so, pray, do me the honour to tease
me little bit"
81 will see about it but now must
phel"down below"
"Who is the gentleman, may Iask,
whom you call your philosopher
"a veryamiablc, intelligent, and agree
able young man, who has only one
fault, that he can't laugh, seldom speaks,
and when he speaks, it is only to express
his dissatisfaction. He calls himself
Herr Won Ormy, and is IL visiter to the
baths, and wishes them to the---be-
cause they smell so of birthstone"
With these words she courtcSied and
vanished.
IcouicSs the maiden was pretty enough
theneXt day at CranSac and try the baths.
Where could find better company and
entertainment: / needed the recrca-
ton.
The solitude of my chamber grew
wearisomc. | went down to look at the
beautiful butterfly, Fanchon. She ilut-
tered about, God knows whittier.
found no company but Herr Won Ormy
who stood drumming march on the
windoW-pane.
| inquired of him concerning the
nature of the baths. lie replied, "They
smell worse than rotten eggs" remark
ed that | had notcome particularly on ac-
count of the water: $50 much the bet
ter for YOU" Iobserved that the country
round seemed to be very agreeable.
"What if it is >" said he, "the folks are
so much the more disagreeable. "One
might, however, endure Fanchon
pretty we'll" added |. ".\s well as IA
hornet that is for everbuzzinga about ones
/ head"
Just then | turned my back upon
him and he gave il loud cry. start
ed. was about to assist him, when
saw Fanchon standing before him in
| Il lovely, y,menacing posture, ,withaneedle
/ in her hand, with which she just picked
/ his shoulder, "Don't you know then,
nv gentleman, that we hornets know
how to sting? That il the lightest Of
my punishments, beware of the
heaviest"
"Then you are going to sting hi,
heart ," said !.
so, one can do nothing there with
Herr Won Ormy," replied she, and
quickly vanished.
The young man murmered something
and left the room. 1t was strange
sirht to me. had never before seen Il
young man, who appeared to be posses
sed ofso many advantages, so insensiblo
to the roguery Of a pretty girl.
cared not to remain alone. | went
out TO look at the houseand its surround
ings, and stepped into the garden close
by. where Fanchon's younger sister
Annette, was watering the flowers.
watched with pleasure the activity OF
the pretty creature. accounted he'
father happy. This angel, on the Dor
ders of childhood, with all the limo
ccnce ofahat period, and yet alread!
blooming in the opening charms o
womanhood, lowering now amonI
the flowers, seemed more bewitchingl.
ideal than LeonardOda Ninci's Madonnt
of the Rock.
"Who comes there?" she asked
without looking round, when she hearr
my footsteps.
"a thief" said |.
"What she going to steal" she askeC
with IL laugh, but without looking tc
wards me.
"Annette's prettiest flowers"