The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-10-06
"Ah. It's too mucha Well, he SAYS to

"Ah, tbs too much2 Well, he says to
go to him, my darling, and so you see
him just now, Immediately. Yss-though
/ grieve to part with you, still-the train
leaves in an hour, and tits best il faut
obeir un maris, n'est-ce-pas r
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, motherly words, 1
start in the little hackney carriage for
the depot. arrive there, buy my ticket
of the surly Austrian official, with quiv-
ering fingers, and am just about to step
into the coach, when met my husband
face to face fall into his open arms
without regard to the 800 waiting travel
ers, and he, with equal Indifference,
exclaims
"My God my little Dorothea, what
is the matter2 Where have you been
Where are you going2"
He puts me into the hack, aud bids the
man drive back to the hotel of Monsieur
von Linden.
During that twenty-minute drive
through the streets of Baden, / managed
being brief, direct little woman-to
tell Algy my every word and movement,
from the moment 1 left Dover until the
moment 1 fell into his big, protecting
arms. He utters at the conclusion pro-
longed and manly whistle, and then, in
most ferocious voice, asks, in one
breath, "If any man has spoken to or
looked at me on the journeya" and to
"show him the two kilograms"
answered "No," emphatically, to the
question, and produced the two bits of
coarse paper for my husbands inspec-
tion.
"These are not genuine kilograms. I
sent you no kilograms" says Algy, in
very curious voice. 81 waited and
waited last night and to-day till almost
went mad and then 1 came after you. !"
We reached the hotel. Ny husband
is gentleman of few words, but he has
given me some very minute instructions.
1 60 upstairs and knock, much after the
manner of q maid, on the door of Nine.
la Comtesse de Girondelle. No answer.
Again l 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 a
sick friend in the Heidelberg strasse.
return to Algy, who bids me array my
self becon ingly; 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 a
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. L march
around on Algy's arm, too happy to
speak, with only the vision of my lost
dot to trouble me, about which Mr..
Westmoreland is singularly reticent and
singularly hopeful and occasionally the
face-especially the nose-of the Com
tesse comes across me, and 1 innocently
wonder what she will say tomorrow at
breakfast when she sees Algy and me
back again2 We are meandering around,
when suddenly give little scream.
"Wbat is it 2" Algy says, frowning.
"There she is don't you see2 with
oil my diamonds onl That's the wo-
man, Algy-that's the woman!" Algy
looks; so do 1. She is leaning her arm
on one of the tables, and slipping wine
from goblet-the same woman that 1
watched in my dream, only L see her
clearly now. Tall, with fair complex
ion, a small mouth, perfect little
straight nose, two bright gray eyes, en-
hanced by the artful black pencil. and
lovely blonde hair, dressed with superb
artificial braids; she is sttired in a rose
colored satin gown. covered with black
late founces, and she wears all my dot
sparkling and shimmering i'll her ears,
on her neck and bosom, and arm and
finger.
Algy tells me to keep very still, and
presently 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, l
sleep hut little that night, my husband
comes home late, very; says there is a
certainty, almost, of recovering my jew
els; calls me ga nervous, foolish little
wife |" and bids me "go to sleep"
Again the Baden sunlight shines in
the windows, and again hear the Com
tesse moving about her apartment, with
out wailing, however, this morning. AT
10 o'clock, just as Nine. Ia Comtesse g
breakfast was being set before her on
the pretty, polished table, burly gen.
tleman, accompanied by two police Off
GERS, came Gathering up to the door
nay, into her parlor itself-and Algy and
/ at the same moment also appeared to
pay our respects to my kind friend.
She greeted us with charming polite
ness, but uttered little scream on be-
holding the burly gentleman who enter.
ed simultaneously with ourselves.
"Nein. nein u said the burly gentle.
man pleasantly; "no screaming, Com.
tesse. Permit me I" / looked on with
Indignation while the bury gentleman
literally proceeded to scalp the Oomtesse
de Gircndelle; with fingers DETER than
an Indians he removed the entire
chevelure of gray, soft curls, leaving ex
posed beautiful head of blonde, wav
ing hair. "Nein, nein, no screaming =
repeated the burly gentleman, suavsly
and them blush to record It'll,
seized the long, pointed, investigating
nose of the Comtesse delicately, between
his thumb and forefnger, and-lfted i
gracefully into the air. The Confess,
did not follow; she remained seated OF
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