Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-02-09

fill huge volume, that would have as
tonished Chrysales and enchanted Phil
aminte. 1t was arranged that / should
go first to Bagneres, and that Emmeline
would follow me in few days. 1t any
one had dared insinuate that we would
not recognize one another. to brand with
| a hot iron the tongue of the blasphemer
and to enclose the idiot in mad house
would have seemed an act OF mildness
and clemency.
[ was about to start when my friend
Ernest asked to be my companion on the
journey. I Lad no plausible reason for
refusing; besides, Ernest was nice and
agreeable, few years younger than my
self, slender figure, smiling mouth, and
above all, blonde, blonde as an ear of
corn, blonde as Phmbus, blonde as
Madame Adr- de Br- before being
red haired Notice this fact; it is I'M
mense.
We arrived together at Bagneres. It
was in the middle of July; there were q
great many people, and it was very
warm. They rented us large room in
the Hotel dc France, opening out of a
little salon ornamented by divan of
plated straw, covered with a mattress of
white and red chintz. Ernest, very in
doIent, passed every afternoon on this
sofa in two or three hours of siesta,
while haunted the reading-room.
One day, when had gone out to read
the Revue deS Deur-M ondes, lady
whom [ have no need to name presented
| herself at the hotel and asked for me-
The proprietor, half asleep from the
heat, looked vaguely in the numbered
box where we put our key in going out.
The key was not there, he forgot that
we were two in one room, and told the
lady she could go up.
She mounted and raped ,discreetly at
the door. "Come in" murmured Ernest,
who was doing on the sofa The win
dows were closed, the blinds lowered,
enough daylight to keep it from being
altogether night.
Perhaps at that moment Ernest had
seen in his mezzo-sleep some white, gra-
cious figure. Unheard-of thing-the
reality was worth the dream. My friend
was in sentimental mood. Upon seeing
this woman smiling at him, still young,
sufficiently beautiful, simply elegant, he
experienced one of those radical emo
lions of hero or q coward
He rubbed his eyes and was on the
point of saying 80, heaven if I am
dreaming let me dream again !" but he
feared this original phrase would be
copied later by the dramas and the
operas of the future
The lady seated herself beside Ernest
and regarded him tenderly. Presently
when her eyes had become accustomed
to the semi-obscurity and she could dis
tinguish better objects and colors, her
expression of tenderness became an ex-
preston of perplexitY and surprise.
Her glance was fixed on Ernest's hair,
and passed through all the phases that
| have caused the invention of the inter-
rogation point.
At length. she murmured in sweet
timid voice: "My friend, I Think
thought you-were- dark
Ernest understood nothing; but 1t was
one of those moments that decide the
fate of men and empires-one of those
moments when it is necessary to be
either sublime or ridiculous.
He was sublime "Madame," said
he, st as the effect Of the aUoters."
O! the meanness Of human passions!
/ Falsehood of elective affinities. Phe-
nomena of feminine variations. Cruel
return of things and hair here below.
| One month later Ernest married the
amiable widow, Countess of Clindamour,
and was reduced to the colorless role of
| grOOmsman.