The Sweetwater enterprise. (Sweetwater, Tenn.) 1869-187?, 1870-12-01
AN ALPINE ADVENTURE.

Five and twenty years ago my wife
and 1 were cross over into Italy. AT
ter We had been slowE ascending fol
some time, we goaout of the carriage
thinking we shO6k get on quite as fas.
snd perhaps more Pleasantly on foot
and by taking SHORT cuts across tho
slg2ags, We soon got ahead of our con.
'eyance. I ND be4n over this samC
oass twice or thrice before, when q hap.
~, l mean al unhappy, bachelor, and ]
emembered the JacThtils pretty well
nd we were soon Dss thosinu
w P"R9 uasLE6u NJ
ut very far from the summit cf the
bass. NfSl
AS We toiled on, we overlook a gen
Oman, apparently an Englishman, and
little boy. / believed that, feeling pref
sure, from the general appearance of
ne man, that we were compatriots. l
nd something to him, remarked that it
AZ q fine evening, or that the scenery
az grand forget what; he, however,
'ade some monsyliabic reply, and did
OF feel inclined to fraternize, so we
assed on. Still I took a hasty note OF
IN. He wa u man apparently of some
'enty-eight or thirty years Of age, of q
licate frame and almost feminine
l~ntenance. One thing I particularly
'ticed, he had q slight but peculiar
ark under the left eye, what Box OF Cox
.ght have called a strawberry mark.
le boy that was with him, o child Of
moro than six years old, was evident
his son, for both I and my wife traced
'trong resemblance between the pair;
1.-THE little fellow looked very pale and
cd, as his father dragged him up the
ep ascent.
We soon left them far behind, and my
e remarked that it was o curious cir
Instance that those two should be thus
ng over the pass; for we had seen no
er carriage on the road which could
ong to them, and she naturally
ught it very hard that such q young
d should be forced to make such to-
Is journey on foot.
owever, when we reached our desti-
IN we thought no more Of them and
q pleasant and appetising supper,
hich red trout read them now in
'ill-formed n unimportant item,
rolled out again and watched the
aglories Of the rising moon, spread
yer the highland valley in which we
len we entered the hotel again, and
into the sale u manager for some
we discovered the younger of our
toilers sitting meekly by himself,
Q corne of the room. A table was
1 for supper before him, and he
len awaiting the arrival Of his
large blue eyes looked tired and
as golden curls hung tangled over
lhoulders; no tender hand had
for him after his weary walk; and
the tears stealing in my wife's
rs she whispered to me "He has no
" to take care Of him" This, l
ut, was q hasty conclusion to Ill
and said 80. My ~wifo-wiser
[, l suppose-shook her head, and
ly disagreed with Inc.
fingered over our coffee for some
onger than necessary. The pa
child sat silent in the dark corner;
nd then the blue eyes wandered
ingly toward the door, but found
swer there. An hour passed away;
father--if the man we had seen
Is father, and Of this we have no
never came.
ant stand this, john" said Laura
Indignantly. "If somebody don't
mt poor child his supper, I'll do it
nonstrated mildly, II don't think
any right. to interfere, my dear.
ibt his father is taking q nap up
md he will wakesdp and be down
Ga0 ATOy Wau
}, iudeedf' retorted Laura, rather
y IndeedI had no idea till then
sweet bride could be so savage
hose. snap, indeed with that
starving in accomplishing si-
I've half a mind TO ask which ia