The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-07-02

sanity.
Late in the following winter we left
Paris and went to Nice, where "the ro-
nance of serviette" began and trust
the reader will not question my truthful
ness when L observe that what L am
writing is, without exaggeration, strict
ly true.
st. Cecilia, from nervousness brought
on by drinking strong tea (as firmly
believe,) kept small night lamp burn
ing in her room at night, so she should
not be afraid to sleep. For this purpose
she used tiny tapers, which float on the
top of oil poured in a tumbler half full
of water. We breakfasted in our own
rooms, and the breakfast napkins of the
Grand Hotel, where we were stopping,
were decidedly shabby and only about
six inches square. On the morning of
our leave-taking from Nice, st. Cecilia
wanted "rag' to tie over her bottle of
oil, which she carried with her for her
night-tapers, and cast her eyes about for
one; she seized upon the raggedest of
the serviettes.
CT don't consider this stealing, ma
chere," she murmured in apology. "My
bill is enormous feel that I've paid
for this rag twice. over"
So the serviette went with us by sea to
Naples. There we were obliged for a
time to occupy the same apartment, and
the napkin taken off the bottle was ly-
ing about the room, for it was warm and
there was no fire to throw it in. Tuck
ing it away with soiled linen, it came
from the laundry clean and white, save
one round oil-spot on it, and was thrown
into my trunk along with the refreshed
linen and there it remained untouched
until four months later, when arrived
at Vienna.
At Venice, Cecilia was obliged to re-
turn to Paris; she was to rejoin me
fortnight later at Vienna. Meantime, a
young English-woman, Kate Barton,
whose acquaintance we had made at
Rome, was going to Vienna TO join
a party of cousins; and as we were
both alone, we arranged to make the
journey together. Kate was one of the
merriest of English girls Ia native, how
ever, of Cape Town. a tall, rosy-cheek-
ed blonde, with half dozen brothers
distributed in the British army and pro-
vincial parliaments.
We left Venice at midnight in an
Adriatic steamer and arrived next morn
ing at Trieste, town which during our
forced stay in it of forty eight hours fill
ed my mind with nothing but most dis
agreeable souvenirs. Life there was in
complete contrast to the quiet, poetic,
graceful existence at Venice, and the
change from the one to the other had
been so sudden as to act like stunning
blow. A detention caused by illness and
the loss of a train through the purposed
maliciousness of hotel-waiter led to
two results. One was our sending tel
egram to the proprietor of the W
Hotel in Vienna to inform him of the
delay, as rooms had been engaged for us
by gentleman who was in the habit
of lodging in that hotel when in Vien-
ma, and who before leaving the city had
shown the kind thoughtfulness of send
ing us a letter of introduction to the pro-
prietor commencing us to his courtesy.
The other result was to bring about an
acquaintance with a Prussian, Herr
Schwager, which happened in this wise;
Kate, whose wrath was fully aroused at
the troubles we encountered in Trieste,
was extravagant in her denunciations of
those "horrid Germans" after we were
once fairly seated in the cars bound for
Gratz. Neither of us spoke German
with any degree of ease or much intelli-
gibility, and consequently gave vent to
our opinions in plain English. A young
man of studious, gentlemanly appear
ance, but of unmistakable Teutonic de-
scent, sat in one corner of the compart-
ment, and from his frequent smiling al
our talk 1 concluded that he understood
English, and made bold to ask him if he
did.
" Happily Il do" he replied, his hand
some brown eyes twinkling with in
creaed .merriment, land 1 am one Of
those 'horrid Germans"
His reply greatly amused Miss Barton
and opened the way to very animated
conversation, in which we learned that
he had Just come from Italy, had been
on the same steamer as ourselves com
ing from Venice, and had stopped in the
same hotel and suffered the same agonies