Wilmington daily commercial., 1874-11-21

published-girls are the ealliest vessels I'VE
received 30 much attention from the gentle-
men during the remainder of the trip that all
the women on board became jealous OF US, and
some of them wasted a prodigious amount Of
sneers and insinuations upon the ocean air.
This, however, saved us from any serious hirta-
tions 30 many gentlemen crowded around US
that we had not time to devote ourselves to any
one in particular. Would you believe it, Miss
Jobson caught beau dyspeptc merchant
of Boston, who would only feed upon
arrow-root and wine-whey and was on
route for Kissengen, admired her sturdy ap-
petite and ostrich-like digestion 30 much that he
fell in love with her person, and would have
proposed TO her, only Lille Halle, prompted by
Lou, gave him hint that she was sonorous in
her sleep. This was very unknd Of course, but
then you see we could not very well spare our
dragon.
From Liverpool after viewing the Chamber of
Commerce, where Mr.. Mill once delivered an
address. though what about have no idea
hastened to London, and spent three delightful
days there. General Schenck was not there
unhappy widower, pursuing politics in Ohio
but Mr.. Moran treated us In the most complais-
ant way. We put up ut MoreyH, and they
made US pay for 1t, too. II was here
not at Morley's, understand, but In London,
while visiting Mr.. Mills house Ca haberdaHher
lives there now, who invited US TO an evening
party, which we had to decline) that we met Sir
Boynton Rylance Canbridgshire squire with
au enormous rent roll. He fell in love with the
whole party OF us, and proposed to go with us TO
Avignon, but was Informed 1t waH against the
rnles.
But rules do not count for much. The even
ing Of our departure for Ostend, Katie Vain
wright was missing. Just as we we're about en-
poying the police the parcel express brought
me note from her "Dear Jenney, am OF
far Killarney--with Mr.. Quinn. We take Scot
land en- route, not being able to settle matters
satisfactorily at st. Georges, Hanover Square.
have telegraphed home. Tell the girls not TO
be uneasy about me, as | am happy AZ sky-lark.
Katie W.. And when we got to Ostend found
a telegram waiting for me, from Edinburgh
=" lust married. Scotch ceremony. So simple,
30 romantic. Mrs. Kate Qninn. Thus was our
magic circle broken, and this was the beginning
and forefront Of the trouble, that harrassed the
remainder OF our pilgrimage.
Sure enough Sir Boyton Rylance followed u.s.
and joined the party at Dusseldorf, while we
were enjoying the pictures there. We tried to
shake him of, but could not. However, we made
him keep at respectful distance At Heidel-
berg,t Captain Clute stumbled upon us. devoted
himself IN the most ridiculous fashion TO Mamie
Boyce and insisted upon going with us to HON.
burg Here we met with laughable adventure.
little Russian taking the baths there-Lou
said he scratched himself in the most suspicious
way-a man with face like skye terrier, only
about four feet and q half high, his legs bowed
like pair Of hams, fell desperately In love with
Miss Lucinda. He WAS said to be immensely
rich-his name was Pofolowsky-and he threw
ing way Our dear old maid laughed, but
noticed she was hattered. He offered her no
end of palaces in the Ukraine; she vowed she
would not desert us; but her nose grew purple
with emotion and pleasure at receiving such q
substantial compliment.
At Wiemar, Mamie Boyce met the Hopkinson's q
| who were en- route to Austria, and concluded to
| Join them aud leave US. As Captain K1ute ceased
his pursuit Of us and Joined the Hopkinsons like
| wise the confederation OF circumstances wat
,ol Vaf ppa ab
| Minister Jay in Vienna in less than three weeks,
Thus two OF our pilgrims were lost from the band
| en- route to Avignon.
| do not know what sort of fatality 1t was that
pursued our camaraderie with such lethal pur'
| pose but at jena we stumbled upon blonde
| giant OF student, Rupert Won Wachsmann, with
| a hugeI mustache, noiHome pipe, and greer
| jacket full Of buttons like Positions. He fol
| lowed us to Dresden, in spite OF our frowns ant
| high disdain and there, in the palaces, in the
picture gallery, in the very presence OF the Ma
| donna d San Sisto, Lou Cavendish and caught
| him squeezing Carrie Webster's hand We look
ed at her 30 severely that she became hysterical
| and the tall man with the mustache had to pro-
| vide a cabriolet and escort her to our hotel.
| Next day Carrie was not visible ; but we al
| received cards inviting us to call at the apart
| ments of Baron Won Wachsmann, Hotel d.
| Prusse." We went out Of curiosity, and founc
Carrie there before us-snch romantic scene
Carrie and Rupert kneellng on the carpet, and th
baron, a tall military looking man, with whit
| mustache, and his wife, domestic old lady
with lace mitts on, blessing them Lou mad'
grand courtesy to the couple. "Numbe
| three" she said. But Carrie sprang up "Girl
am engaged, that's fact but 1t is not to b,
for year yet ; and Tn in for the war. I'm go
ing to make this pilgrimage" The baron, ratl
er haughtily, began to say that 'the betrothe'
Of Won Wachsmann'-but this provoked mt
and would not let him finish. "Our rules d
not permit us to have engaged persons alont
with us our pilgrimage, Herr Baron 80 Mis-
Webster can make the voyage in other com
pany" 1t was finally settled that Carrie was t
remain in the Barons family until Rupert finish
ed his course at jena and 30 we lost her.
We fed from Dresden in dismay. All four o
us felt foreboding that the hand OF destiny wa
upon us. At Munich, we met a very handsome
Dane, a botanIst, Karl Sonnepberg by name, VII
| WAS on his way to botanize in the high Alps. II
fell in love with Lille Halle on sight, and mad
no end of love to her. She resisted like rock
but he never desisted, and we couldn't drive tn
fellow of. In the mountains, crossing th
Grmsel, the usual catastrophe took place. Sol
/ nenberg went botanizing up one OF the Htee
grades, and, contrary to our rules, Lille wen
with him. She saw some edelweis growing OF
ON perilons shelf Of rock, admired it, and Sor
, nenberg attempted to get it for her. His fo'
/ slipped, he rolled down precipice, was take
out with ropes and ladders, and put TO bed in Il
= chalet by the Falls Of the Aar, with a broke
: leg. Lille avowed her determination to nuri
/ | him. We stayed with her four days at the eI
? | of that time, without a blush, she said to III
a "Girs, think you had better not wait for M
. Go on with your pilgrimage. am not going
! Ayignon." Lou CaYendisb fairly boiled oy
Il with rage. 'What are you going to do then
i 81 am going to marry Professor Sonnenberg
J. morrow" she calmly replied. ave have 30
: for the Lutheran minister already" "Th
wen stay and sec the knot tied" said Lou Al
q 30 we did.
q The ceremony over, we three pursued our dc
d orous way to Basle. While lunching in hot
j. there, saw well defined blush mantle Mi
Iy Lucinda Jobson's roseate countenance ! loo
y ed up and saw the Russian Count PoffOlowsl
,e standing before us, grinning through his bear
w "What in the world brings you here ? " said nj
,s Lucinda, simpering. "Tye como for you,
l. replied. /" 1 haven't been to Avignon yet-wh
III made you come 30 soon 81 claim your pro
ise, " lh said. Miss Jobson 'twiddled with b
le ribbons. Girls, did think I'd make the ?
a grimage to Avignon with you but this is
le markably good offer, you know, and, as / I
Il getting on-Ill meet you in Paris on your
ne turn. Lou Cavendish sprang up and walk
n. away Miss Jobson looked after her a Bit til
IA hooked her arm in the Rusaans and content'
ed ly walked away too in the opposite direction
Id "There are still two of u.s. said Lou, sayal
lie ly "let us push on for Dion. Agreed
tle said [ 1--WE are like Macdonald's column
10 Wagram which started on its charge 16,l
To strong and numbered only l, 100 when 1t reach
a. the enemy's line. but still strong enough
,e break it. We will conquor Avignon yet, 9
re- plant our banners upon the tomb which no
r" Mills honored corse aud his well-loved M
,a | TaylOr.