The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1871-08-17
IDAHO WORLD.
THE vIcTIMIzED COUPLE.
n TOM REowS.

abroad" just six weeks; long enough
to perfect an already promising mus.
tache, which he caressed increasingly,
unless his hands were pre-occupied
with dangling the cord of his eyeglasses,
or flirting his cane. He jumbled up
his mother tongue-the American-in
a style decidedly peculiar but not en-
pertaining, hattering himself, meantime,
that he was fast acquiring a foreign ac-
cent, and forgetting his own language.
He was happy. He wore tea-roses
in his button hole, carried his chin in
air, and he walked with vivacious
lightness highly suggestive of pave
ment OF glassware ora magazine un-
der his feet; and glancing earthward
occasionally, with arching eyebrows
and a shrug of the shoulders, this re-
freshing idiot calmly enjoyed the idea
that he was inspiring beholders with
the belief that he was a Frenchman.
After stopping few days at Nice,
and doing the Cornish road, in due
time Mr.. Fitzhugh Witherough reached
Venice, where our story begins.
"Good-bye-come soon-that's q
dear : bring your crocheting and stay
now do" and the young girl kissed
her friend at the front door, firted her
fan, threw back her curls, and gather
ing up her silk founces, ran down the
marble steps, and seated herself in al
gondola.
Witherough, with gentleman ac-
quaintance, sat in the little cushioned
cabin of another gondola. The cur
tanned windows were showed aside, and
both leaned back, smoking and watch
ing the passing boats.
1t was Fitzhugh's first taste of Vene-
tian life, and he was trying hard to feel
at home, and not stare at things about
them. He had been watching the young
girl as she left her friend. Suddenly
her gondola shot past, and he beheld
her face for the first time, as she
leaned forward to speak to her Condo
lier.
"Santa Maria what sweet crea-
ture," he exclaimed, applying his first
Italian.
Dick turned lazily.
"Where !"
ooh she's gone" sighed Fitzhugh,
" there's her gondola just gliding out
of sight around that corner. All
we've no such dark-eyed beauties in
Amerique-damme /! l mean 'Pairree."
One would really take me for a native
of that Internal place, speak their Ian
guage so we'll"
Describe her to fellow" drawled :
his companion, lazily stroking his long
side whiskers with his left hand, while
his right held cigar. f.;
"Oh mischievous, black eyes with
the dev-that is to say-but I'll be
hanged if | can describe her. The '
English language doesn't contain words {
--ah !! here she comes" and at that in /
slant gondola darted round a cor j
ner, the young lady's hat blew off and /
landed in the water near the young a
mems boat Witherough caught it S
their eyes met-the Italian girl blushed
both laughed-the gondolas neared 7
each other, and leaping upon the stern,
the noble rescuer of the dripping gypsy t
presented it with most profound +
bow, and one hand upon his heart, I
saying: i
Pardon Mees." c
A few hurried words of thanks from n
he young lady and her gondola went
'kimming away round the corner, and e
stopped at a semi-dilapidated, marble o
residence, with broad steps leading to
he waters edge, ornamented with mann r.
moth vases of flowers. t;
Fitzhugh followed, and saw it all O
trough the curtain, and then went
larting away again, vowing to Dick
hat he was lost man-that his heart II
vas left behind. G
X
A few days later Dick Langston sat r.
u his room, when Witherough entered. N
"Well, my boy, what's the news?" fl
Fitzhugh flung himself into chair, ii
rank couple of glasses of ice-water lc
D quick succession, and then lit cigar
which he fell to smoking in great vo- Of
luminous puffs, with his gaze fixed upon d.
spot in the sky midway between two d.
i the donfes of St. Marks. p