The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1867-12-26

such, a communication but the young
lady looked at me unpleasantly for such
an impertinent question, and replied that
since the time the Countess de st. Mar
Tin had deafened the ears Of every one
With the story of her stolen shawl, she
had ample leisure to recognize as her
property the cashmere she wore. Her
mother, who stood few steps from her.
and was convessiug with another lady
turned toward her when she heard her
daugter speak in so loud voice. hit
the Countess de St Martin, Who
heard that she had s'deafened the 14 1Eof
every one with the story of her stolen
shawl rushed to the rescue Of her case
g sfhis cashmere belongs TO me, said
she Laughtily- seizlng, at the same time,
the shawl with one hand, while the
young lady with her fist thrust her bac..-
violently. [ saw that in moment they
would come to blows r grlti .itf3 -
1t will be easy to end this difficulty,
said |, TO the Countess de st. Martin.
Madame will be kind enough to tell US
where she has purchased this shawl
which is so much like yours and then you
viii see your mistake and be satisfied.
'' 1t does not salt me to tell where I
got this shawl, replied the lady, looking
me contemptuously in the face there Is
no necessity for me telling you where |
80 We'll, them exclaimed eagerly the
Countess de ST. Martin, you confess,
madame, that the shawl belongs to your
The other answered with sarcastic
smile, and drew the shawl closer to her
shoulders. A few persons, attracted BY
the strangeness OF such a scene, had
gathered around US, and seemed to wait
for the end Of so extraordinary an event
The Countess continued with loud
voice
We'll, then, Madame. since the shawl
belongs to you, you can explain to me
why the name Of Christine, which is my
first name, is embroidered in red silk on
the smell edging. Madame Junot will
be kind enough to look for this name.
The young woman became pale as
death l sha. never, during my lite,
forget the dispairing look which she gave
me, as with trembling hand she passed
me the shawl, just as her father ap peared
from room near the place of the scene.
| took the cashmere with an unsteady
hand, and sought reluctantly for the
name of Christine, FOR | trusted she would
at least have taken it out; but the death
" paleness Of the guilty one told the con
tray, and, IN fact, [ had no sooner un-
folded the shawl than the name appeared
embroidered at the narrow edging
1.s' AMI at last exclaimed the Count
ess, in a triumphant tone, I have;
but as she raised her eyes to the young
woman, she was touched by her dispail-
ing LOOK Well, then cried she, this
is one of those mistakes which so often
happen. Tomorrow [ will return your
cashmere. We have exchanged cash
mcres.' said she turning to the young
iady's father, who, surprised at seeing
her naked shoulders, gazed at MS daugh-
ter, not understanding the matter You
will have the goodness to send me ny
shawl to morrow, added 4he, noticing how
the young woman tfefnb:ed
I'VE returned into the call ROOM and
the next day the young lady sent to the
Countess de St. Martin her precious
shawl
Something similar to this happened
at the same time to Madame Hamelin.
She was at a ball when rising from her
seat to join in contra dance, she left
there very beautiful black shawl when
she returned. her shawl was no longer
there, but she saw it on the shoulders of
well known and distinguished lady.
Approaching her, she said:
u Na.iane: yea have my shawl !
g Not at all, NATHANIEL a-
~ But. Madame; this is my shawl. and
as an evidence, [ can state the number
Of its palns-it has exactly thirteen-a
very unusual number
Ct Ny shawl has also, by chance, pre-
cisely thirteen palms
!" But, said Madame Ha,nclin, 4
have torn it, and by that means l recog-
ni2e my shawl lfHf "- s#" sH5'
Il g sAh, my goddess! my shawl has
also been torn that is precisely why |
bought it, for [ Obtained it on that ac-
count somewhat cheaper.
1t is useless to dispute with person
who is determined to follow Basil re-
ceipt, that 'whatis worth taking is worth
keeping Madame Hamelin lost her
shawl, and had, as a sole consolation, the
, petty vengeance Of relating to everybody
how it was taken, and Of pointing out the
| thief, who was in the meanwhile per-
fectiy shameless.
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