The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1876-09-21

new treud said nothing about having
seen the robber, l held my peace, being
rather ashamed of telling what L now
know must have been dream, mixed
up, oddly enough, with truth.
| When l told her my misfortune, she
condoled with me in the most tender
and heartfelt manner, and, between her
tears over her own petit bjOuX, tried. in
lher pretty French fashion, TO suggest
ways to me of recovering my splendid
gems. But, while the Comtesse made
her toilet with all possible haste, and
| flew down to worthy Monsieur Won Lin
den, I-sat like small statue staring at
the tumbled pillows, and then began to
cry like a baby, which performance
kept up tor iull hour at least, and at
last determined to do nothing. In real
ity there was nothing for me to do, for
my husband was travelling toward me
| just as fast as team could bring him,
and, as assured the Comtesse, | felt
that, ''when Algy came, all would be
discovered"
SO l whied away the long day gazing
at the passers-by out of the Comtesse's
windows, and listening to her alternate
means over her gems, and descriptions
of the gayeties OF Baden in the gone
gaming days, when she was young. She
was a true daughter of La Belle France,
volatility itself, and indeed l envied her
ouick spirits that mournful day in
| Baden. At6 o'clock Algy would be with
me, and it was 6 O'Clock now. A knock
at The door. Another of those detest-
able, terrifying pinkish envelopes the
| Comtesse hands me, and L read it while
she, with adjusted glasses, peruses her
own documents.
"Tbis is TOO much," l say, fairly burst
ing into tears, as my eyes fall ON the
scfawled message: -
'ImpossibIe 10 come on; start at once.
| "ALGYN
"Ah, mon enrant! what is it! Let me
assist you. An, mon ange! dry those
tears, for your husband must not see
your beautiful eyes spoiled when he
comes"
"He's not comingp 1 exclaim, with a
fresh sob. "Read that, Madame"
"Ah, tits too much? Well, he says to
go to him, my darling, and so you see
him Just now, Immediately. Yes
though grieve to part with you, still
the train leaves in an hour, and Ills
best iii faut oDeir un maris, n'est-ce-
pasY"
With the assistance OF the Comtesse,
[ hastily pack my things in my bag,
and strap up the, alas! empty shawl,
array myself in my travelling nat and
veil, and, cheered by her kind, motherly
words, l start in the little hackney
carriage for the depot. | arrive there,
buy my ticket of the surly Austrian Of
ticiat, with quiverIng fingers, and am
lust about to step into the coach, When /
meet my husband face to lace! 1 fall
INTO his open arms without regard to the
tnree hundred waiting travellers, and
ne, with equal indifference, excIaims:
"My COD! my little Dorothea, what is
the matter? Where have you been?
| Where are you golngW
lie put me into the hack, and bids the
man drive back to the hotel OF Monsieur
Won Linden.
During that twenty-minute drive
through the streets of Baden, l man
aged-being brief, direct little woman
to tell Algy my every word and move
ment, from the moment | left Doveruntil
The moment fell into his big, protecting
arms. He utters at the conclusion a
! prolonged and manly whistle, and then
| IN a most fer0clOuS voice, asks, i'll one
breath, IT any man has spoken to or
looked at me on the journeyW and to
'shoW him the two kilograms" | an.
swered NO" emphaticaIly, to the ques-
| ton, and produced the two bits of course
paper tor my husbands Inspection.
"lhese are not genuine kilograms. |
sent you no tele5rams," says Algy, in a
very curious voice.
IL waited ana waited last night and
| to-day I'LL almost went mad; and then
| came alter you'
We reached thehotel. My husband is
a gentleman of few words, but he has
given me some very minute instruc-
tions. go upstairs and knock, much
| after the manner oil maid, on the door
of Nine. La Comtesse de Girondelle. No
answer. Again knock, this time even
| louder, with like result. A waiter
comes by, and informs me that the Com
| tesse has gope out 10 spend the evening
with sick friend in the Heidelberg
strasse. return to Algy, who bids me
array myself becomingly; that he is go-
ing to take me to the Kursaal to see
little gayety and hear good deal Of
good music. Mr.. Westmoreland has a
dark, not sinister, expression on his
comely face as he issues his mandates,
and at the same time puts himself into
| the dress suit | have brought in my
trunks from London for him.
| We are soon driven to the Kursaal,
soon b ar the band playing one of the
| lovellest things under the sun--the
| .'Dicht4r und Bauer overture. l march
around on Algy'S arm, too happy to
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