Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-07-12

| sYes-an American
Indeed 7 with look of aston
ishment. But you have often been
in Lonlon, should fancy
4 came in to-day, for the first time,
on the box seat of the Virginia
Water COACH answered, demurely.
Impossible, Miss Berne. Why,
then, by Jove, ! must have driven
you
4 think you did, said I. 'And
don't you remember Jack there CIV
ing you tip, and my laughing out
loud when he did? 1t was at the
thought of what our men would say
to such a thing in America. ,
Now / who am telling this bit of
a life must bid you remember that it
all occurred before the advent of Mr..
Kane with his Pelham coach.
s'Of course / remember now,' he
said. Your eyes ought to have told
me before. But then, you know, who
ever thought of meeting you here :?
After that we got on splendidly,
and by the end of dinner | felt quite
at home with Lord Southwell, and
had in my mind several pleasure
trips he had proposed for my bene-
fit. We all left the table together,
and foated in en- maSSe to the bril-
liantly lighted drawing-rooms. These
began to fill rapidly with Mrs. Lam
casters expected guests, and | soon
found myself alone at one end of
the room, separated from the music
parlor only by half-drawn portiereS.
Some one within there was touching
the piano softly, few low chords,
in a mans rich barytone, rang the
words of Liebe's Auf Wiedersehn.'
Sylvie, | will never, never forget that
song. 1t sounded in my ears all
night long. 'Auf Wiedersehn, Auf
Wiedersehn,' | kept repeating over
and over.
THE last words were sung, and
the hum of conversation recommended,
and closed over the music, drowning
it in many hearts, but not in mine.
1t never could be wiped out of my
memory-no, never.
"A voice, Lord Southweil's, half
hesitating, half apologetical, brought
me back to the fact that / was in
London, at an everyday reunion,
and that it behooved me to act like
the ordinary nineteenth century
young woman, not like musc.struck
maiden.
ssMiss Berne,' the voice was say
ing, may | present my friend Ber-
tram Fitzgerald?'
4 raised my eyes, and beheld the
handsomest man have ever seen in
my life.
'Sylvie, to my shame be it said, !
fell in love with him on the spot
He was tall and straightforward, with
the head and throat of an Apollo;
crisp rings of sunny brown hair COW
cred his head, and his eyes were the
palest brown, growing yellow toward
the pupil firm straight mouth, with
only the shadowing of pale brown
mustache, and coloring warm and soft
as an Italians.
This | knew at once, was the man
who had already half sung my heart
away, aud now the other half was won
by his beauty.
4 looked at him very quietly. 'You
have been singing 'Auf Wiedersehn :
let me thank YOU I put out my
hand; he took it as gravely as l gave it.
After that evening he was with us
all the time. We were very gay.
We went everywhere garden
parties, to flower shows, to dinners,
to the opera, to the theatre, to Rich.
mond, to Bushy Park, Windsor
everywhere where pleasure could
be found, and at all places he was
at my side. Of course l learned all
about him. He was a roundabout
cousin to Lord Southwell, an orphan,
half French, half Irish, very poor,
and very proud. lie had been edu.
Gated abroad as a surgeon, taken
some degrees, and was already well
spoken of in the surgical and medi-
cal world in London.
six weeks passed in this way;
and you know in six weeks one can
learn a great deal. | learned that
the world held but one man for me,
and that one was Bertram Fitzgerald.
sOne morning Lord Southwell came
in, and proposed long day at his lit
tie box in the country, on the banks
of the Thames.
'We were to drive down on his
drag, lunch, row to Richmond, dine
there, and then drive to town by
moonlight. Of course we all wanted
to go--all but Jack, who made some
excuse so we left without him.
1T was very perfect day. We
drove through sweetest country roads,
with bits of river shimmering between
the trees,to Shepperton, and there we
found the dearest cottage home, half
smothered in roses without and
STEPPED in luxury within. After
luncheon we strayed about as each
best liked. Naturally enough, it was
Fitzgerald and | found ourselves at the
bottom of the old fruit garden. rich in
all manner of cherry apple, and peach
trees.
Let us sit down here / said, Just
under this tree. We have such a
pretty picture either way-behind us,
Lord Southwell's ideal cot before us,
the slowly ripping water of your quiet
river
so we did !; and SO we'll had we
come to know each other that it was
nothing strange our sitting without
words of any kind passing between
us.
The little boats sped by us on the
river,now pulled by some fresh young
girl, now by some Cambridge or Ok
ford student getting up in his stroke
against next Easter time.
Sing me something said at last.
Sing me Auf Wiedersehn.
| Without word he ooeyed me. 1t
was the same song, the same voice,
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