Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-11-13

WARD NONE; WITH CHART
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My 6neaainess increased, however.
Us tho distance. grew between us. To
wait till II O'Clock at night before
hearing from her seemed Impossible.
I left the, train at Niastat, and tele.
graphcd back to Carlsruho;to know if
she was still there. Tho employe in
that Office was what the English would
call a sssharp lnd." The moment / had
paid him for the message, ho expressed
great doubt about her ever getting it.
and stamping ticket for Carlsr1he,
he handed it me, saying, 'sThere's an
extra Just going back. You had better
go after her, and m take care of your
bag and cloak till you return" Had
been o nose of Tax could not have
moro passive. Ibid Just as that youth
told me, and found, on reaching Caris-
ruhe, that my friend was q good
stretch on her way to Strasburg,
and / was now the one left behind.
I then telegraphed to her on the
train to meet me at the Hotel La Poste
in Kehl, as the afternoon train, which
1 was now obliged to take, would not
reach Strasburg that night. As l
passed through Rastaton ny return, 4
young man-not theF youth 10 whom /
had entrusted them-handed me my
bag and cloak. At the Oos station tho
conductor gave me an answer to my
telegram, and or arriving at the Post
hotel, I found my friend watching for
me at the door.
I had just finished my breakfast
next morning, and sat enjoying a sea.
son of self-congratulation at the happy
termination of yesterdays unpleasant.
ness. Calls we'll that ends well," I
remarked, complacently to my COM
paniOn, who was kneeling on the floor,
with the contents of the bag scattered
about her, repacking for fresh start.
"!t's just as we'll to let this little epi-
sodo Of travel rest in the shade, eh I
don't you think soa"
Her reply was a little irrelevant. 81
don't see anything of your brooch. What
have you done with it,"
Isn't it in the bag9" I inquired,
feeling q degree or two less self.satis-
fed, as the thought occurred to me,
how careless had been in putting my
pin in an unlocked bag, and allowing
it to pass through SO many strange
hands.
"No, it's lost or stolen," she re-
piled, decisively. "What shall we
DOE"
"Do nothing, but go on and think
no more about it" was about to say,
but the thought of the return home to
the dozen or so of brothers and Sis
ters, oil but two of whom were older
than I, and, in their opinion, o vast
deal wiser, made me hesitate. Seme
thousands of miles of ocean had not
washed out the remembrance Of how
those olive branches were wont to ex-
claim, when, like Father Adam, 1 was
tempted into some little indiscretion,
"How like herr" Or. if q too partial
mother praised the work she had CIV
en- me, and pronounced it we'll done,
how the whole round dozen, with one
voice would ring out in concert,
What a wonder /" Could I have re-
turned home with my collar fastened
with carving-fork, or stuck together
with Spaulding's glue, and made them
think that this was the latest foreign
style, would have gone on my way,
resigned and happy. But none Of my
ted murder, SO they still passed in So
ciety for people of sound mind and il
I sought to pull the wool too far over
their eyes, they would be likely to
"see over the top"
My face was not all sunshine as
paid my bill that morning. Mine host,
seeing tho shadow, inquired the occa-
sion of it, and through his advice and
encouragement, I set to work at once
to find the missing brooch. tele
graphed to the proprietors of the Vic
toria Hotel in Cassel, an1 the West
End Hall in Frankfort, sent my friend
on to Strasburg, and then took the
train back to Rastat.
On arriving there, I drove to the po-
lice station. The driver showed me
into large room, where two officials
in simple uniform were pacing up and
down, probably waiting for somebody
to do something wicked. After dis.
missing the driver, told my story az
briefly as possible to one of the off.
cia]s, who had come forward to see
what was wanted. His companion
stood somewhat apart, but on hearing
whom suspected, betrayed his inter
est in the recital by q low, significant
whistle. They conferred q moment
with each other, then advised me to &C
to A. Pfaff, and seeing that did not
see through their directions, ono o.
them accompanied me. We wen,
through several streets, then under ar
arch into q corridor, with rooms on ont
side.
"The gentleman, whom you had bet
ter see, will come to this room precise
ly at 2 o'clock" said the official, stop
ping in front of small door, pointing
to wooden bench, which he signifie<
was at my service, he left me to m.
fate.
Travelling, they say, is the FOOLS para
disc; but sitting on q wooden bsncl
for two hours, looking at small whit
door, and reading
| A. PFAFF, oBERAMTsR1oHTER,
makes halt on ones blissful way tina
savors not of Eden Lord Chief Jus
tice the title sounded rather appal
ling as I translated it into English
"The higher tho station, the better tn
man." said tho sage Walpurga, whe1
the maid snubbcd her, and the queer
treated her kindly.
Armed by these reflections. I starte,
from my seat. "Where does Pf01
live :" inquired of man who jus
then passed through the corridor
"Above," he replied, going straigh
ahead, and out of sight in jifE
| tried two or three flights of steps
; all Of which led below or into the gar