The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-06-15
he was expected to conduct his foreign

| charge.
/ And nov came the most original and
perplexing part of the business. None
of the sounds pronounced by the Morse
man resembled the name of the place to
which Adrain was bound, and that name
he had utterly FORGOTTEN The Morse
man previously in charge Of our puzzled
youth knew where the latter wanted TO
60, but he had not said anything about
it to the Norseman now in possession,
assuming, of course, that Adrain would
| tell him So the present Norseman was
ready to drive whithersoever he was bid
I den, but the, difficulty was that Adrian
was utterly unable to say where it was
his business or pleasure to go.
The pair looked at each other, talked
to or at each other sometimes perplex- 4
edlY upon each other; but they could
not mend matters thus. The hard and
naked fact remained that Adriu could
not remember the name Of the place heI
was anxious to go to Ingenious travel
ers, in such dilemma-at least such
travellers as one reads of in books-usu
ly make drawing or hieroglyph of some
kind on the sand, the snow, or the rock,
as the case may be; and the other party
at once understands the meaning of this
sees it at q glance, in fact-and so ALL
is right, I doubt whether any craft in
picture drawing could have helped Adrian
out of his fix. He wanted to find GER
tain village-name forgotten where
lived an Englishman-name unknown
whom he was recommended to seek out
as a person who was believed to have
temporarily settled in that village for the
purpose of studying the mineral resources
Of the place. Make nae a picture of
that a
Adrian did not attempt any such i'm
promptu work of art. He soon made ND
his mind to the clear fact that it was nee
essary to do something promptly He
might have gone back 10 the station they
had left; but men of his race don't read
lily think of retreating; and he had no
notion Of sneaking back and exhibiting
himself as a ridiculous blunderer. On
ward somewhere he must go. Any road
must lead to q village, and any village
must contain somebody who could under
stand Latin or French or German. So he
glanced along the three roads, and
prom pity decided For that one which,
striking away to the left, seemed to go
deepest among the mountains. Suck a
path would be most likely, he thought,
to lead him to the person he sought He
pointed decislvely that way. The Morse.
man seemed a little surprised but Adrain
again indicated his choice of roads, and
this time with q somewhat impatient
gesture, and the cariole went quickly on.
The way grew more and more beauti-
full, and, if possible, more lonely The
trave er went on for miles without seeing
q human figure. At last, as the cariole
crawled up to the top Of very steep ell
ovation, Adrian saw a valley beneath
him, and in the wonderfully clear, rarefied
atmosphere could discern the smoke OF
what must be far off village AS the
caIiole descended the hill he found that
between him and the smoke lay broad
bright lake. or turn, around the margin OF
which the road hadFtO wind. When they
came nearer to the lake Adrian saw a lit
tie boat putting off from the near shore
and by sudden impulse he broke into a
loud halloo. There was, at least, a chance
: that whoever was in the boat might be
; able to assist him out of his difficulty
The boat stopped. Adrian leaped out OF
the carriage, and ran down to the margin
of the pool; and then he saw there was
, only one person in the boat, and that per
son was woman. I doubt whether Adri
an had read The Lady of the Lake i
he had, the scene before him might have
reminded him of Loeb Katrine, and Eller
, Douglas in her skif.
/ The girl, who now rested on her oar
to hear what our hero had to say, wa
2 fair haired, bright checked, blue eyed
f She was dressed in costume hardly NOR,
9 Epreten:ious than that of an ordinary Nor
l wegian peasant lass but her hands wer,
r not those Of peasant, nor did her looE
and manner, oven now as sue waited ST
t lently, seem to belong to the peasant
$ class. ~ f
Adrian took off his hat, and she bowed
8 quite a civilized bow. It might hav,
been a greeting in Madison Avenue, New
) York. @
: "Do you speak German, madam =" oul
I hero began. in that language.
e Yes sir" was the reply; can speak
i German tolerably well, Siem1ich gut !, but
, surely you are not a German?" .g =
a 3a" No madam" (still in the same Ian
: guage,) 81 am an American" 90
Then why don't you speak Eng fish p
t This was said in the purest English, an6
4 with g. bright, gladstone, welcoming smile
r 1t was all Adrian could do to keep him
s self from leaping into the boat and EN-
: bracing her. Certainly, as she now look
t ed up at him, with her sweet smile. he,
4 white teeth, her beamipg eyes, her sunny
r hair, she was pretty enough to have temp
| ted any one to such demonstration. But
4 it was not her youth or beauty which
\ aroused in Adrian Fvfn the nardonoh1,
impulse. His delight, his gratitude
4 sprang from the fact that she could speak
t English. Had she been the homeliest old