The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1878-06-22

her room. As my new friend said nothing
about having seen the robber, held nay
| peace, being rather ashamed of telling what
knew must have been dream, mixed up
oddly enough with truth.
doled with me in the most tender and heart
felt manner, and between her tears over her
own petit bijoux tried, in her pretty French
| fashion to suggest ways to me OF recovering
my splendid gems. But while the Comtesse
| made her toilette with all possible haste and
| flew dow to worthy Monsieur Won Linden,
| sat like small statue staring at the tumbled
| pillows, and then began to cry like baby,
| which performance kept up a full hour at
| least, and at last determined to do nothing. In
| reality there was nothing for me to do,
| for my husband was travelling toward me
| just as Fast as steam could bring him, and as
I assured the Comtesse, felt that ''when
Algy came, all would be discovered"
SO whiled away the long day gazing at
the passers-by out of the Comtesse's windows
listening to her alternate means over her
gems, and descriptions of the gaming days,
when she was young. She was true daugh-
ter OF La Belle France, volatility itself, and
indeed l envied her quick spirits that mourn
full day in Baden. At O'Clock Algy would be
with me, and it was o'clock now. A knock
at the door. Another of those detdstable, ter
rifying pinkish envelopes the Comtesse hands
me. and l read it while she, with adjusted
glasses, peruses her own documents.
"Ths is too much,' say, fairly bursting
into tears, as my eyes fall on the scrawled
message:
impossible to come on: start at once.
ALGY"
"Ah, mon enfant! what is it +! Let me assist
you. All, mon ange! dry those tears, for
your husband must not see your beautiful
eyes spoiled when he comes"
sHe's not coming?" exclaim with fresh
sob. ''Read that, Madame.'
"Ah, tits too much? Well, he says to go to
him Immediately. Yes though I grieYe to
part with you, still-the train leaves in an
hour, and tits hes til feut ober I'm maris, n
'est-ce-pas?"
With the assistance of the Comtesse, I has
lilly 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, metherly words, start in the little
hackney-carriage for the depot. [ arrive
there, buy my ticket of the surly Austrian
ohcial with quivering fingers, and am just
my husband face to face. 1 fall into his open
arms without regard to the 300 waiting tray
elers, and he with equal indifference ex-
claims:
''My God! my little Dorothea, what is the
matter? Where have you been? Where are
you going ?"
He puts me into the hack, and bids the
man drive back to the hotel of Monsieur Won
Linden.
During that twenty minutes drive through
the streets of Baden, I managed being
brief, direct little woman-to tell Algy nv
every word and movement, from the moment
lett Dover until the moment fell into his
big, protecting arms. He utters at the con-
cusion prolonged and manly whistle, and
then, in most feroclous voice, asks, in one
breath, "If any man has spoken to or looked
at me on the journeyw and to ''show him
the two kilograms" answered "No" en-
phatlcaliy, to the question, and produced the
TWO bits OF coarse paper for my husbands in
spection.
These are not genuine kilograms. sent
you no kilograms" says Algy, in very curl
GUS voice.
81 waited and waited last night and to day
till almost went mad; and then came al
ter you"
We reached the hotel. My husband is a
gentleman of few words, but he has given me
some very minute instructions. I 20 up-
stairs and knock, much after the manner of
maid, on the door of Nine. la Comtesse de
Girondelle. No answer. Again 1 knock,
this time even louder, with a like result. A
waiter comes by, and informs me that the
Comtesse has gone out to spend the evening
with sick friend in the Heidelberg strasse.
return to Agy, who bids me array myself
becomingly; 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 sinister, expression on his
comely face as he issues his mandates, and at
the same time puts himself into the dress suit
l have brought in my trunks from London
for him.
We are soon driven TO The Kursaal, soon
near the band playing one of the loveliest
tnings under the sun-the "Dichter unit
Bauer. overture. 1 march around on Algy's
arm TOO happy to speak, with only the vision
OF my lost dot to trouble me, about which
Mr.. Westmoreiand is singnlarlv reticent and
sngularly hopeful; and OCCASIONALLY the face
especially the pose--of the Comtesse comes
across me, aud innocently wonder what she
will say tomorrow at breakfast when she
sees Algy and me back again? We are mean
deriDg around, when / suddenly give a little
scream.
What is it?' Algy says, frowning.
"There she is don't you see2 with oil nv
diamonds onp' That's the woman, Algy.
that's the woman!' Algy looks; so do I.