Litchfield enquirer., 1871-01-19

upon the strangeness of my situation, when l heard step upon the gravel, and a slow foot ascending the front stairs, and direct ly without announcement, the door was pushed open, and shrill voice demanded of me in English whether ''Mrs. de Lisle lived here ,s..s ..,>.. ,... .~,s.i " "s1'
 The voice issued from beneath one of those ugly washbowlhats, peculiar to the British female of middle age, upon the Continent; her dress was plain black; but shawl, of gorgeous pattern, hung upon rather than draped the figure, and the cos tune was completed by gigantic hand bag and umbrella. The eyes were shaded by pair of blue spectacles. and. from the lines of the face, and the odd, cracked voice l judged the speaker to be about fifty years old. IL sss5p#t g6 ta' sela2a ,s Madam is not visible, fear,' said, rising civilly. s'I am her man of business and have just been informed that she is very much indisposed." " -' Young nian," said the terrible being, solemnly. 'syou are, imposing upon me. Mrs. de Lisle is my near connection, and sec her must. Your trifing excuse will not weigh with me-" e@tf ~i E-- passed out into the hall with the inten tion of intercepting the femme de chansbre in order that she might warn her mistress but merry laugh behind me made mt turn my head, and there found Madame i de Lsle smiling at me under the wash bowl-hat, with the blue spectacles in hel hand. .... t....,t Congratulate me on my disguise,' sht said, "sincs it deceived you so thoroughly Thank you for your ingenious defence oi my privacy" ..s..,e. al
 "But the voice." stammered in amaze ment; ;"where does it come from?''
 'I have played comedy before," she re piled, smiling. ''I draw in my cheeks-se and have an old woman's voice at com mand. But come, we must be of. w will make our exit through the garden which will lead us into the Rue Marbeuf where you can cali .facre." 5~ .,..s.. We passed under tue trees, and down { long avenue which I had never discovered behind some sheltering vines, and came out upon a narrow street, where I soor found cab into which put ''my aunt with proper attention-carpet-bag and al and drove to the Hotel du Louvre.
 Having engaged rooms for my charge for the night, returned to my own lodg ipgs, to collect my thoughts, and few traps. r@ --' 1t' I was very sure that my handsome frienc had been dabbling in matters too deep fol her; but, whether her difficulties were f. nancial or political, I felt desire to helr her through with them, and determined tc see her safely out of France, before I re linquished my right of protection. The 1 novelty of the adventure interested me, ,ani l emulated the pluck and energy of ID, companion, and her undaunted bearing il 1 the presence of danger s..rs.Tr r. ! l In the morning we took the first train for Boulogne, delaying our, arrival at tht Embarcadere du Nord till the very last mo ment. We were just in time to enter the waiting-room, before the door closed witl the order of the guard-"On n'entre plus l The train arrives; Messieurs ct danes, take your places, if you please" There was . great crowd, for everybody was hurryine ! away from Paris even then, and there wal some little delay in getting out of the sta tion, when, looking back through the win dow into the court, I saw a 6ac,e driFine furiously in at the gate, with cooked ha ana epaufets half out the window, whose owner was urging the coachman to a. furi ous speed. IL was my acquaintance of the Rue de rOratoirel .r. ,47r s. ,.r-s,f.. .. A cold chill ran over me at the sight. The gendarDss sprang from the cab and tried the door; it was barred. The guard was on the platform trying to settle the crowd in the various carriages, and the officer of police rattled in vain. A momen more and we were in our places, and the train moved of. 4frsia C.g ;s7Ee .rA. leaned out of the window and heard { ga"sfn singing, mockingly:
 'sDans une gendarmerie,
 G&9r#A Quand un gendarnle rit. .eesz fTOus les gendarmes rient, ass5g @G Dams la gendarmerie-"
 and I drew long breath of relief.
 1 sTouch and go!'' I remarked in low tone to my companion. who had seen the whole thing. ..,.or E. cad .aa.- 4
 eve must get out at Creil," she said, af. ter moments thought. "They will tel egraph to arrest he at Boulogne; but we will change our course, and evade them by taking the afternoon train. They will not know we are aware of pursuit, and so will not look for us near home, as they will learn that we have taken through tickets tc England, at the bureau"
 We descended, accordingly. at Creil, and were vending our way from the station as much like ordinary travellers as possible, when hand was laid upon my arm.
 ''In the name of the law" said a voice, in French. monsieur ct madame will do me the favor to come with me. '' ua.s
 "Why, and whither?" I demanded, with proper astonishment and indignation. You are probably unaware, sir, that I am an American citizen, and not subject to your laws" .t.tsr,sxs4.a sg .@z4aw sgass4
 'sThe excuse will not serve you again, J said the very civil but peremptory myrmi- dom of power. "A telegram has just been received at our bureau of police, stating that Madame de Lisle and a companion, calling himself an American, were in the train, with description of the gentleman, which corresponds, with your appearance, monsieur, though the lady seems disguised. You have through-tickets for London Oio Boulogne. and you leave the train at CreiL Suspicious circumstance, clumsy device"
 "And on what charge, sir. do you arrest peaceable citizens of a foreign power on their travels. may I ask? and what proof do you possess?" irn a sza4. ssl3 sajas
 ''The companion of Madame de Lisle in her flight cannot be other than an accom-. plice in her designs The eye of the po- lice has been upon you monsieur; you have been frequently seen entering the house No. 64 Rue Jacob, notorious haunt of the friends of Germany. You have deposited letters at the Pfussian legation. You are known to be constant visitor at No. 49 Avenue Montaigne, the home, of lady whom you are now aiding to escape, in dis Rnise. from the penalties she merits. Par,