Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-07-11

lazy VINO pTlu0u UcIScll Oh nof artistic
taste and her artistic reunions, and who
lived in most charming house in Port
man Square, which to be once seen was
to be forever remembered.
We were to dine at half-past seven
A soft musical chime was Just striking
the half as we entered the low, long with
drawing-room; it was unlighted, save for
the dancing flames of a wood fire and the
fast-dying twilight that came still more
subdued through the colored windows.
Our hostess met us most cordially, pre-
sented us to the two or three nearest us.
and then, as we were the last to arrive,
and our entrance was almost simultane-
Gus with the announcement of dinner,
we prepared to walk in. was just won
dering which of the seven black-coated,
white-tied, yellow-haired fraternity
would fall to my lot, and wishing with
all my soul that [ might go in with
Jack, when Mrs. Lancaster touched my
shoulder with her fan, and said:
"Allow me, my dear, to present your
cavalier-Lord Southwell, Miss Berne."
[ bowed my Acknowledgements, and
then looked at him. Behold, Sylvie, my
dear, it was our noble coachman of the
Virginia Water coach!
$50 this is your beginning" said "a
lord, par eremple!"
cts not only my beginning at all,
says Janet, "but only the atant-scene."
"What, another victim still? Oh,
Janet, Janet?"
"You shall hear nothing more at all
if you don't stop. Lord Southwell was
not victim"
eco ON, then DEAR was only joking;
Hillyer comes. What did your lord do
or say upon meeting you again?"
"He said nothing; don't think he re-
membered me; but thought of Jack S
tip, and wondered if with it he had pur-
chased the bit of stephanotis that repesed
on the left breast of his coat. By this
time we were at the table, and [ began
to feel quite at ease. My left hand
neighbor was young man of pre-Raph-
aehte tendencies, a nephew of Mrs. Ian
caster, who divided his time pretty
equally between his plate and fair, red
haired girl in a violet gown, whose pic
ture he once painted, Lord Southwell
told me. as The Blessed Damozel,' and
in so doing had fallen in love with her,
and was now signing to make her his
wife, in order, as he told Jack to always
have the charm of perfect coloring before
his eyes,"
/ Did he imagine, I wondered, that she
would walk through life in that purple
gown?
After the soup and the fish, my lord
made the remark
think you are stranger here, Miss
Bernew
"Yes-an American"
Indeedw with a look of astonish-
ment. "But you have often been in
London, should fancy"
Impossible, Miss Berne. Why, then,
by Jove, l must have driven you"
! 81 think you did," said [. "And do
you not remember Jack there giving you
a tip, and my laughing out loud when
you did? 1t was at the thought of what
our men would say to such a thing in
America"
Now who am telling you this bit out
of life must bid you here remember
that this was before the advent of Mr.
Kane with his Phelham coach.
COZ course | remember now" he said
Your eyes ought to have told me be-
fore. 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 pro-
posed for my benefit. We all left the
table together, and foated in en- masse to
the brilliantly lighted drawing rooms
These began to fill rapidly with Mrs.
Lancaster's expected guests, and I 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, a few low chords, and then over
the quickly hushed crowd, in a mans
rich baritone, rang the words of Liebe's,
"Auf Wiedersehen. Sylvie, [ will
never, never forget that song. It
sounded in my ears all night long. "Auf
Wiedersehen, Auf Wiedersehen,o kept
repeating.
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. It never
could be wiped out of my memory-no,
never.
| A voice, Lord SouthwelPs, half hest
tating, half apologetical, brought me
back to the fact that / was in London, at
an everyday reunion, and that it be-
hooved me to act like the nineteenth
century young woman, not like music
struck maiden.
Miss Berne," the voice saying, s'may
[ present my friend Bertram Fitzger-
aldw
! raised my eyes, and beheld the
very handsomest man [ had ever seen in
my life.
| Sylvie, to my shame be it said, I 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 covered his head, and his
eyes were the palest brown, growing yell
low toward the pupil; firm straight
mouth, with only the shadowing of a
pale. brown mustache, and coloring warm
and soft as an Italians.
"This, knew at once, was the man
who had already half sunr NV heart