Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1882-05-10

to the Pyrenees. That day they had
been to the Roman baths and to the
amphitheatre, and she grew merry over
the recital of the way she had leased the
cicerone of the latter.
"I told him." she said, "that the
amphitheatre at Verona was far more
perfect and hurt his feelings dreadfully.
You really must take pity on him to-
morrow and restore his self-esteem, for
he is quite part of the show
As she spoke her eyes sparkled, and
the professor began to think it would be
interesting to have his conjecture con-
frmed.
He led the conversation further and
further into the realm of the past, and
the young husband and wife followed
him with intelligence. He was deep in
his favorite topic, when he was both
amused and non-plussed by the gentle
mans referring to paper on Roman an
tiquities, read before the Society of
Antiquaries, and asking him if he agreed
with one of the theories put forward.
"'Deed," said the professor, " I more
than agree. [ originated it.
"Indeed!'' replied the gentleman, with
an interested air. 81 fancied it had
been original on the professors part"
"That it was,' said our friend, with
dry humor 'sI was the originator.
"Ob, then I am speaking to Professor
Buchanan" said the young man. CT
beg your pardon, sir"
"No, indeed, sir, replied the profes
sor, with polite bow.
Instinctively at this moment his eyes
fell on the bracelet. Was it the same
association of ideas which caused it to be
nervously turned by it's wearer, and
which caused SO becoming blush on
her cheek? She glanced at her hus-
band, and he, too, seemed to have some
consciousness connected with the profess
sor's name, shown, however, only by a
moments pause, before he said:
"We are, indeed fortunate to meet
such distinguished countryman. Do
you remain here any time?"
81 am not limited to time," said the
professor, "that is not my idea of en-
joyment. "
The lady had somehow become silent;
she was engaged with her poulet. The
French gentleman again opened fire, and
the professor attention was distracted
from his right-hand neighbors. He no.
ticed their departure, for they bowed
with pointed politeness and he shortly
after passed into the salon de lecture to
look at GaJignoni.
1t was perhaps nhour later when the
young husband returned, and, again en-
tering into conversation, asked him if he
would like to come into their sdiOn and
look at some photographs, as he and his
wife were leaving Mines next morning,
and they would both like to see him
again.
"My name is Montrevor," said he, as
he led the way to their room, "and we
are at the end of long wedding-tour. :"
Mrs. Montrevor greeted the professor
with smile. She had ordered coffee
and as the three sat near the open win
dow the professor could not but admire
the sweet face and fresh grace of the
young wife.
He looked over the photographs and
might have become too discursive on
their merits had not Mrs. Montrevor,
with glance at her husband, said:
g / have wished to thank you myself,
Professor Buchanan, for restoring to me
what so much value"
As she spoke she handed to him tie
ornament to which I have so often re-
ferred, and her husband said:
=" L do not wonder you took it for
true antique it was SO much injured.
Now you see it has a more modern air. T"
'''Deed, said the professor, who was
handling the trinket; ''we Will, if you
please, say no more of my mistake.
Then, Madame" with his old-fashioned
courteous bow, " [ had a theory which
must confess that the word Roma was
too much for me. Now / see it in fresh
light, and assure you it pleases me
more than any discovery to find that I
have been of slight service to you"
Mrs. Montrevor smiled. She certain
ly had wonderful smile, and there was
an indescrbable air of quiet content In
the way in which she said, as she re-
clasped her bracelet:
Eyes, l was very glad to have it
again.
"And how did you loose it in the
sea?" said the professor, who had always
felt curiosity on this point.
The lady did not answer; she was ar
ranging the lace at her wrist.
"She did not lose it, said her hus-
band. 81 threw it into the sea myself.
Well, my DEAR" in answer to a glance
from her, ''you would thank the pro-
lessor yourself, SO he may as well hear
the whole story, and that is, sir," said
Mr.. Montrevor, "that I pitched it in
did indeed. I had parted
from this lady, who is now my wife; I
was in wretched spirits, and [ was de-
termined that at least no one else should
ever wear the present she had returned
to me. And then she saw the paragraph
in the paper, and guessed what I had
done; and SO by your means it came back
to her."
1T was an omen,'' said quiet voice.
The husbands eyes frightened; he
gave short laugh.
"The omen is fulfilled, you see, or we
should not have met you here"
"Thanks to the word Roma, ," said
the professor.
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