The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-01-16
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JULIE AND ..
lsy Julius A. Palmer, Jr.

We sat in our little red cottage, near the
flagstaff over which hoated on that oc-
casions the royal ensign of the regning
family at Nahant,--Juic and Lat rest.
even Ike, ping house, if the tiniest cabin that
ever hel two people can be called house.
"Harry," said the charming woman who
control my earthly To-; "Harry," she re-
peated with an emphasis that rendered even
more brief the jottinss of my evening pa
per.
The second TIM | was sure it meant bust
ness, and. droppin, my newspaper, | said,
"What?"
MOL didn't though I said, "When. my
dear?'
But Mrs NJ, having had given ques-
ton on her mind for given time, was not
to be euchred out of the satisfaction of Civ
ing birth to the remark as originally con-
ceived. / knew what was coming.
"Now Harry, when are we going to Eu-
roper"
Exactly; when are we my angelo"
replied
1--WE might as well go now as any time
suggested the companion of my rovings.
st occurs to me- Mrs. NJ, that you used
the same language when visited the dem
fist last week, losing the remains of an up
per molar to my pain then, but since, much
to my comfort"
is that in the jottngs, Harry?"
"No. Why?"
'Because it's such capital illustration
OF the spirit in which we shall leave all
these comforts to live as the Germans do"
replied Mrs. NJ.
"But they are our consis-german and
we've never seen them"
"Harry, such briliance cannot be palm
ed off as original. You have certainly
broken the eight commandment this eve
ming"
''Unless you are sure of your memory,
my dear, it is dangerous ever to allude to
the moral law numerically. DO you re-
member that pale young Lieutenant Simp-
son we met in Panama, who said he wished
he could steal the roses off your checks;
and then, to add emphasis, added that they
made him break in spirit the
''IIarry!"
Well-he only made a mistake of one
in the number.
"Mr NJ, we will return to the original
subject of our conversation. When are we
going to Europe?"
when, indeed! Here we are at Nahant,
in the dearest little box of a cottage that
the hand of man ever designed. If tent
on the beach was poetic, surely a tent with
every convenience of art, protected from
the incursions of cats, dogs and boys, must
be none the less so. But away to the east
ward rolls the blue ocean, across which lies
an undiscovered bourne from which no
traveller"
"No, no, Mr.. NJ; that quotation must
be rung in when you're talking of another
journey altogether" interrupted my COM
panion.
"My dear, was about to adapt it to our
needs by adding, from which no traveller
doth return but to remind US that it is to
us an undiscovered bourne Allow me to
continue. To these who are going what
solemn mystery it is; whisperings and
headshakings among the select few OF their
acquaintance; grave consultations as to
which ferry boat is the most staunch and
seaworthy for Drawing July storms; conf
dental inquiries as to the character OF the
officer under whose command she plies
across the pond and finally the awful truth
is out, and after being literally passed
round in our set, some rapacious reporter
for one of the Sunday papers fills out
line with the item, 1T is rumored that Mr..
and Mrs. Z. will pass the summer in Eu-
rope And even then the mystery is not
over; because, Why Simply that no one
goes because he wants to? Want to! In
the circles of polite society would any one
be so childish as to confess that he went
simply to see what he never saw before?
No: it must be health, study of modern
languages, music, art, theology, or bust
ness. In some commercial establishments
they have organized mutual European So
cieties, each partner taking his turn. No
body goes to crafty curiosity or from de-
sire to see new places and things. So, my
dear, it will be well for us before saying
when, to decide why"
'My health" suggested Mrs M. but
she could hardly keep her countenance.
Our family physician is one of our best
friends, assigning as reason therefor that
otherwise he could have seen us but once
during the last ten years.
THAT will not do" said l and then, as
/ thought of the hopelessness of the pros
pect | added, mournfully, 81 am not a
German scholar, an invalid, lover of
French literature, connoisseur of any
thing except old Madeira; and as for the
old masters, why, I'd rather ornament my
walls with the water colors of school
girls!'
As spoke these words my eyes rested
upon an underwriters certificate, n mem
ento of Cape Horn gales and other days
than these. 81 have it julie" said "my
old friend Captain John has just chartered
his barque for Marseilles, and wants to stay
on his farm this summer. Now we can
stop at Gibraltar, go on 10 Marseilles, have
run up to Paris and over to London while
the Rover is discharging There's good
reason for going to Europe. I'll write him
this very day that I'll accept his proposal to
take the barque."
My ris-a-ris looked at me with sublime
pity. "And do you think" she asked that
that would be going to Europe? No, Mr..
NJ, comfort yourself with no such delusion.
1t might be very pleasant voyage, but for
the remainder of our lives it would require
all our skill to pass the counterfeit off for
genuine. No, we must go as other people
do-sail from Boston in the Cunard Steam
ship Company, have large knot of hand
kerchef-wavers engaged for the wharf, q
party to go down and return on the tug,
besides which | shall expect you to send a
letter to the press from Queenstown, dated
'at sea- in which you must say that the
captain has crossed the ocean one hundred
and twenty-sM times and never saw such a
fearful storm as we had the second day
out"
Sand Jedediah?" said l, inquiringly.
swell, what OF him 7" asked Mrs. M.
was not to discover her opinions this time