The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1869-08-13

lchances OF a coincidence betweeI
the three. The existence of tha
icharming gentlemen Monsieur Papil
Ion was connecting link between th,
two. Was it also possible that hi
existence could be adumbrated 10 tn,
second whisper? i. e., II should
break my heart if she has eloped from
the convent with a Frenchman.' ,
And now the subject which had beer
gradually growing on my mind made
me feel quite hot aud feverish. Il
seemed to ne that some woeful dramt
was being enacted that day in which
quite involuntarily, 1 was called
upon to play principal part. And
this very day, Of which the COLDER
moments were slipping away so fast
was Friday, the day on which some.
thing was to happen, the scene Of
which was laid at Fontainbleau.
flung down impatiently a set of num-
bers, which had just come in by post
of the "Coketown Daily Express, y
although they contained some choice
examples of my most careful observa-
tions and reasonings in politics.
There is sometimes l said 20
my wife, "a destiny in the overbear-
| ing of whispers. Do you remember
the cranes of lbycus ?"
But my wife did not recollect the
cranes of Ibycus.
"Ibycus," I said, "was poet, who,
travelling through wild country, fell
in company with two evilly disposed
men, who set upon him to rob and
murder him, in which design they
succeeded only too we'll. The dying
poet looked around for succor, but
saw nothing but some cranes hover
ing IN the air. 20 ye cranes he said,
'avenge Ibycus A month or two
later his two murderers were in an
open air theatre, and some cranes
were visible not far off. Behold,
whispered one man to another, 'the
cranes of Ibycusp Now this remark
was overheard. Ibycus was bound to
this city, and there was surprise and
eonsternation that he had not arrived.
1t was manifest that these two men,
whose physioguomy was probably
hardly in their favor, knew something
about Ibycus. They were seized
examined separately, and the truth
coming out, were both executed. Now
these providential cranes brought
-murderers to justice. But il is man
ifest, my dear, that the casual over
hearing of speech was the moving
cause of the discovery, though the
cranes have always absorbed the cred
it." eoa
"Well,' said my wife, "your over
heard whispers gave a time, which is
to-day, and locality, which is Fon-
tainhleau: There may be some
thing worse than murder going on.
Why don't you go down to Fontain-
bleau to-day p
/ was astonished at the direct sim
plicity of this suggestion, which had
not occurred to my mind.
"Because," answered, 81 don't
see how convent can have anything
to do with Friday or Fontainbleau. y
"But thought you gentlemen, if
you had a lot of data, do not mind
having an C in it, but sought to solve
its value in equation
This was really clever in the wife.
and | thought there was something
clever in the notion. Still, / was by
no means prepared to fling away a
day on spec and make, perehance, a
bootless excursion. But don't wait
for dinner" was my altimqtana,
''for, after all, 1 might go down to
Fontainbleau,'
presently gained the knifeboard
Of the Courbevoie omnibus and took
three sous worth of danger down to
the Louvre. Then [ continued to
walk down the Rue Rioli, bethinking
myself that it was all in the direction
of the railway station whence [ must
start for Fontainbleau.
But how astonished l was when,
just as l gained the beautiful tower
of st. Jacques, came upon the very
two women who had SO greatly inter-
ested me in the garden of the Tuiler-
les the day before yesterday.
Without the delay of second l
advanced to them aud took off my hat.
L turned to the elder one, who still
had evident marks of grief and agita-
tion on her countenace, and said, =
"Madam, will you allow me to speak
to you for a few moments en a very
important matter p s.s
She gave little shrek. at must
be about Clara, Mrs. Burns. o sir,
tell me where is my daughter.?"
[ asked them if they would step
across the road, and enter into the
little enclosure around the Tower.
We sat down on one of the pleasant
benches close by Pascal's statue. The
air was scented with flowers, the lit
tie children we're playing about with
their bonaes, and there was the foun-
tain's musical ripple.
as your daughter" l asked, "a
tall, handsome girl,-sings we'll has
fair hair and complexion, but dark
eyes,-about nineteen ?"
at must be he. 1t is the very
same. o sir where is she p
But l was phlegnatically obliged
to say that l had not the least idea
of her whereabouts.
They were so downcast at this that
I ventured to explain that l thought
it possible we might be put on the
right track to find her. Then soon
succeeded in getting their little story
from them.
The elder lady was the widow Of
a London merchant, who, having al
ways kept up a costly and luxurious
establishment, had left his family
only poorly of, owing to great de-
probation in the value of his proper
ty. There were several daughters,
and it was necessary that at least one
or two of them should become gov
ernesses, which was hard upon girls
who were accustomed to a gay and
rather fast life. Mrs. Burns, an An
glo- Partisan friend of Mrs. Broad
hurst's had suggested to her that her
daughter should enter Dominican
convent, where a school was kept, on
what are calledin England "mutual
terms" The young lady was to give
lessons in English, and receive some
lessons in French. Board and lodg-
ing we're to be provided for her, but
M stinend was In he Given