The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-11-02

since gathered to his fathers in Pere la
Chaise, but whose Shakespeare-like
bust still looks calmly and benevolentlv
down on the riotous revelry of absurd
wickedness of which he was, when liv-
ing, the patron saint. The entertain
ment was of such a character that.
while the performers were chiefly wom-
en-, majority of the spectators were
men, The few exceptions were for
eigners, and among them l quickly
recognized my fair fellow countrywom
en-, the Montmorrisses. Don't thav
that you've theen us here said the
youngest Miss Montmorriss, "for it'll
only lark. 18th awfully funny! And
that friend of yourth from Iniianny it'll
here with hith daughter"
1t did not take me long to find my
friend Uncle Joshua S serious, practical.
unsympathetic face in the front row of
tables and benches. But beside him.
to MY utter CONSERVATION, was his shy
and modest daughter, In another mo-
ment | was at his side. "Ireally think
i am afraid" began in whis-
per, "that you have made mistake.
| don't think that you can be aware of
the character of this place. Your
daughter -"
ken here with Miss Montmorris.
She's yer. It's all right"
Twas at my wits end. HAPPY. at
this moment, Mile. Rochefort, from the
"Orangerie," skipped out. in the qua
drille Immediately before us, caught her
light skirts in either hand, and executed
pas that lifted the hat from the ewes
of some of the front spectators, and
pulled it down over the eyes of others.
l&e Montmorrisses fluttered away with a
half-hysterical giggle and a half con-
founded escort. The understanding
Miss Loo, who had been staring at
everything quite indiferently, suddenly
stepped forward, took her fathers arm,
and said, sharply: Come"
At this moment a voice in English,
but Enthusiastically belonging to the po-
litest nation in the world, rose from
behind the girl, mimickingly: my
God! it is shocking. bloosh! o darn it!'
In an instant he was in the hands of
"Uncle JOSHUA" and forced back
clamoring against the railing, his hat
smashed over his foolish, furious face,
and half his shirt and cravat in the old
mans strong grip. Several students
rushed to the rescue of their compatriot,
but one or two Englishmen and half a
dozen Americans had managed in some
mysterious way to bound into the arena.
L looked hurriedly for Miss Louisa, but
she was gone, When we had eXtri-
Gated the old man from the melee,
asked him where she was.
so, | reckon she's gone off with
Sir Arthur. [ saw him here Just as |
pitched into that fool"
"Sir Arthur" | asked.
eyes, an acquaintance O Loo's."
"She's in my carriage, Just out
SIDE" Interrupted handsome young
fellow with the shoulders of giant
and the bushes of girl. "It's all
over now, you know. 1t was rath-
er foolish lark, your coming
here without knowing-you know
thing about it, you know. But this
way-thank you. She's waiting for
you," and in another instant he and
the old man had vanished.
Nor did | see him again until he step
ped into the railway carriage with me
on his way to Liverpool. "You see Pm
trav'lin first class now," he said, "but
goin' home don't mind a trifle extry
expense"
"Then you've made your tour?" l
asked, land are successful"
"Wall, yes, we saw Switzerland and
Italy, and if | hedn't been short O time
we'd hev gone to Egypt. Mebbee next
winter I'll run over again to see Loo,
and do it."
"Then your daughter does not re-
turn with you?" l continued in some
establishment.
'Wall, no-she's visiting some of
Sir Arthur's relatives in Kent. Sir
Arthur is there-perhaps you recollect
him?'
He paused a moment, looked eau
tiously around, and with the same en-
joyment he had shown on shipboard,
said: "Do you remember the joke |
told you on Loo, when we was at sea?"
Eyes"
Well, don't you say anything about
1t nop. But confound my skin if it
doesn't look like coming true"
And it did.-Bret Harte.