Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1876-10-27

the passers-by out of the Ccmtesse's win
dove, and listening to her alternate means
over her own gems, and descriptions of
the gayeties of Baden in the gone gaming
days, when she was young, She was q true
daughter of La Belle France, volatility it.
self, and indeed I envied her quick spirits
that mournful day in Baden. At O'Clock
Algy would be with me, and it was
O'Clock now. A knock at the door. An
other of those detestable, terrifying pink
ish envelopes the Comtesse hands me. and
I read it while she, with adjusted glasses,
peruses her own documents.
'sThis is too much, - say, fairly burst
ing into tears, as my eyes fell on the
scrawled message
impossible to come on staff at once,
''ALaY.':
"Ah, mon enfant what is it Let me
assist you, All, mon ange dry those tears,
| for your husband must not see your beau
tiful eyes spoiled when he comes.''
"He's not coming ~ exclaim, WITH a
fresh sob. ''Read that Madame"
"Ah, tits too much l? Well, he says to
go to him, my darling, and so you see him
just now, Immediately. Yes-though I
grieve to part with you, still-the train
leaves in an hour, and tits best IL faat obeay
! I'm naaTis, 7a'est-ce pas 2"
With the assistance Of the Comtesse, 1
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, motherly words, I
start in the little hackney-carriag for the
depot. I arrive there, buy my ticket of
the surly Austrian official. with quivering
fingers, and am just about to step into the
coach, when I met my husband face to
face 1 fall inuo his open arms without re-
gard to the 800 waiting travellers, and he,
with equal Indifference, exclaims:
'My God my little Dorothea, what is
the matter Where have you been ?
Where are you going p
He puts 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, anaged-being a
brief, direct little woman-to tell Algy my
every word and movement, from the mo-
ment I left Dover until the moment fell
into his big, protecting arms. He utters
at The conclusion a prolonged and manly
whistle, and then, in a most ferocious
voice, asks, in one breath, eff any man has
spoken to or looked at me on the journey"
and to ''show him the two kilograms" 1
answered 'sNo," emphatically, to the ques-
ton, and produced the two bits Of coarse
paper for my husbands inspection.
"These are not genuine kilograms I
sent you NO telegrams,'' says Algy, in a
last night and to-day till 1 almost went
mad ; and then I came after you"
We reached the hotel. My husband is a
gentleman of few words, but he has given
me some very minute Instructions. Iago
-stai1s and knock, much after the man
ner of a maid, on the door Of Nine la
Comtesse de Girondelle. No answer. Again
I knock, this time even louder, with like
result. A waiter comes by, and informs
me that the Comtesse has gone out to
spend the evening with sick friend in the
Heidelberg strasse. | return to Algy, who
bids me array myself becomingly 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
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
hear the band playing one of the loveliest
things under the sun, the "Dichter unit
Bauer" overture. I march around on AL
gy's arm too happy to speak, with only
the vision Of my lost dot to trouble me,
! about which Mr.. Westmoreland is singu-
larly reticent and singularly hopeful and
oc casionally the face, especially the nose,
Of the Comtesse comes across me, and [
innocently wonder what she will say to-
morrow at breakfast when she sees Algy
and me back again ? We are meandering
around, when I suddenly give little
scream.
"What is it ?" Algie says, frowning.
''There she is don't you see? with all
my diamonds on !" "Tbat's the woman,
Algie- that's the woman!'' Algie looks
so do I. She is leaning her arm on one of
the tables, and slipping winefrom goblet,
the same woman that I watched in my
dream, only l see her clearly now. Tall,
with fair complexion, a small mouth, a
perfect little straight nose, two bright
gray eyes, enhanced by the artful black
pencil, and lovely blonde hair, dressed
with superb artificial braids she is attired
in a rose-colored satin gown, covered with
black lace flounces, and she wears all my
d OF sparkling and shimmering in her ears
on her neck and bosom, and arm and fin.
ger.
Algy tells me to keep very still, and pre-
sently puts me in the cab and leaves me.
with strict injunctions to the driver to
take me back to the hotel of Monsieur Won
Linden. AS may be imagined, I sleep but
little that night, my husband comes home
late, very; says there is certainty, al
most, of recovering my jewels; calls me
"a nervous, foolish little wifev' and bids
me :'go to sleep"
Again the Baden sunlight shines in the
windows, and again I hear the Comtesse
moving about her apartment, without
wailing, however, this morning. At IL
O'Clock, just as Nine. la Comtesse's break.
fast was being set before her on the pretty
polished table, burly gentleman, accom-
panied by two police officers, came CHATTER
ing up to the doorway, into her parlor it
self-and Algy and at the same moment
also appeared to pay our respects to my
Kind friend