River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1876-09-21

gomez MS LhltNeSs the DhIBlAtS! An!
what will become of met"
The Comtesse had, then, been robb d
also, poor lady! She was well nigh
| beside herself as she recounted 10 me
| almost my own experience; the sensa.
| ton of Suffocation, ard of hearing
some one walking stealthily about her
room. As my new friend said nothing
about having seen the robber, held
| my peace, being rather ashamed of
| telling what | now know must have
been dream, mixed up, odd'y enough,
with truth.
When tod her my misfortune, she
condoled with me In the most tender
and heartfelt manner, and, between
| her tears over her own petit hiioux.
tried, in her pretty French fashion, to
suggest Ways to me Of recovering my
splendid gems. But. while the Com
Jesse made her toilet with all possible
/ haste, and flew down 10 worthy Mon.
| sieur Won Linden, | sat like small
statue staring ut the tumblfd pillows,
and then began TO cry like baby,
which performance / kept up a full
hour ut least, and at last determined to
! do nothing. lnreality there was moth
ing for me TO do, for my husband was
travelling toward me just as fast us
steam could bring him, and, as as.
sured the Comtesse, felt that, when
! Algy came. all would he discovered.
So | whiled away the long day gazing
ut the psSaers.by out of the COmtesse's
windows, that mournful day in Baden.
! At o'clock Algy would be with me,
and it was 6 O'Clock now. A knock at
| the door. Anotherof those detestable,
terrifying plnkish envelopes the Com.
Jesse hands me, and read il while
she, with adjusted glasses, peruses her
Jwn documents.
"This is TOO much" | say, fairly
bursting into tears, as my eyes fall on
the scrawled message:
impossible TO come on start at
once. "ALGY."
"Ah, mon enfant what is it Let
me assist you. All, mon ange dry
those tears, for your husband must not
see your beautiful eyes spoiled when
he comes
"IIe's not coming = | exclaim, with
fresh sob. "Read that Madame"
"Ah, It's too much Well, he says
TO come to him, my darling. and so
YOU will see him Immediately just now.
Yes--though | grieve to part with you,
still-the train leaves in an hour, and
It's best"
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 hat and
veil.and, cheered by her kind, mother.
~ words, start in the little hackney
carriage for the depot. Iar'ive there,
buy my ticket of the surly Austrian
official, with quiyering fingers, and am
just about to step into the coach.
when | meet my husband face to face !
| fail into his waiting arms without
regard to the 800 waiting travellers,
and he, with equal indifference, eX-
claims:
MY God my little DOrothea, what
is the matterl Where have you beenl
Where are you going!
He puts me into the hack, and bids
the man to drive back to the hotel of
Monsieur Won Linden.
During that twenty minutes drive
through the stretes Of Baden, | man
aged-being a brief, direct little wo-
man-tO tell Algy my every word and
movement from the time left Dover
until the moment | fell into his big,
protecting arms. lie utters at the con-
clusion a prolonged and manly whistle.
and then, in a ferocious voice. asks,
in one breath ''if any man had spoken
| to or looked at me on the journey y
| and to "show him the two kilograms.
| answered NO. emphatically to the
question, and produced the two bits
of coarse paper for my husbands in
speetiOn.
These are not genuine kilograms.
! sent you no kilograms, says Algy. in
a very curious voice. 81 waited and
wa ed last night and to day till al
most went mad ; and then came after
you"
We reached the hotel. Ny husband
is a gentleman of few words, but he
has given me some very minute in
structions. | go upstairs and knock,
much after the manner of a maid, on
the door of Nine. Ia Comtesse de Gil
rondelle. No answer. Again knock,
this time even louder, with like re-
suit. A waiter comes by, and informs
me that the Comtesse has gone ont to
spend the evening with a sick friend
in the lltidelburg stTasse. return TO
Algy, who bids Inc array myself be.
comingly; that he is going to take me to
the Kursaal TO see little gayety and
hear good deal Of good music. Mr..
Westmoreland has dark, not SIMS.
lister, expression on his comedy face as
he issues his mandate, and at the same
time puts himself into the dress suit
have brought in my trunks from Lon.
don for him.
We are soon driven TO the Kursaal,
soon hear the band playing one of the
lovliest things under the sun--the
"Dichter unit Bauer" overture.
march around on Algy's arm, too hap
ny to speak, with only the vision of
my lost dot TO trouble me, about which
Mr.. Westmoreland is singularly reti.
cent and singularly hopeful and oc.
casiOnally the face--especially the
nOSe--Of the COmtesse comes across
me, and | innocently wonder what she
vii say tomorrow at breakfast when
she sees Algy and myself back again :
We are wandering around, when |
suddenly give little scream.
"What is IT," Algy says, frowning
There she is don't you see her :
with all my diamonds on !" That S
the woman, Algy that's the woman T.
Algy looks SO do |. She is leaDing
her arm on one OF the tables, and sip.
ping wine from goblet, the same
woman that watched in my dream,
only | see her clearly now. Tall, with
a fair complexion, small mouth. a