The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-11-29

but did not regret the sacrifice rather felt, in
deed, as though L could never do enough to
atone
rang for the Office boy, who took the note to
my neighbor, and then resigned myself to very
troubled slumbers, in, which strange young
ladies and stupid Swiss inns were mingled in the
most chaotic confusion.
Next morning, the little boy entering gravely,
bowed tremendously, with bouqet in his hand
and speaking slowly enuneiating each syllable
by itself, said
"Wiv gombIeemenz of Mees Cheeftun." He
had been carefully drilled, and the bouquet was
fine one, of pale little alpine flowers covered
with dew Could anything have been kinder
than granting my pardon in this wayf 1t meant
as much as the most eloquent note, and besides
it was such a delicate attention, I thought.
L made Jean Marie change the water in the
vase every day, and the flowers were sweet and
fresh nearly week; then put them carefully
away in my lettercase L thought | perceived
a peculiar look in Jean Maries eye one day.
when he was busting my case, and the flowers
futtered to the ground, but could not imagine
what he meant by that strange muscular eleva-
ton of the eyebrow; always keep few flowers
as souvenirs of the places visited, when am
abroad, and, as l could not gather any this
time, had put these away. But these Swiss
people never understand.
The days did not seem so long now. Such a
thing is habit | was becoming accustomed
to my way of living it did not seem half so hard
as at first Then the young lady played every
of music that it was great pleasure to listen to
her.
1 knew her daily programme by heart, too
She played every morning after breakfast, then
went out for a long walk after dinner, and then
played OF read all evening. L used to almost
hold my breath when she went along the hall,
to hear the swishing rustic of her dress and her
football on the stairs, and when she came back
the hall was filed full of sweet doors, as if she
had brought back the forest with her.
/ had idea was So interested in her till
one day heard her coming up the stairs into
the little paror, and was horror-stricken to hear
beside her light footstep the heavier tread Of
boots.
She was in excellent spirits, too could not
hear what she said but she was chatting all the
time in light, joyous voice, and twice | heard
her laugh. She1ad never laughed before.
Who could the intruder beg She could not
certainly be engaged, but never was Ian such a
rage and passion as when thought thatthe man
perhaps her fance
Inthe evening Jean Marie brought me a card,
Mr. G. T. Clifton. Her brother, thought to
But again was mistaken, for, on telling Jean
Marie to bring. the caller in, Found it was her
father. he was professor of geologyin an Ohio
college, and had come abroad with his daughter
to study the Alpine glaciers. But his daughters
health would not allow the exposure to inclement
weather which he had to endure so he sentaher
to Veva to rest until ne should have finished.
when they were going to Leipsie for Miss Cliff
tons music We spent a pleasant hour together,
and l told him of the blunder L had committed
when his daughter first came and begged him to
excuse me to her, for | should never forgive my
self for it. He came to see me every day, and
one day, OH memorable day, Herr Tochter said
might return the call, as l had been invited to
do so as soon as l was able to walk. I propelled
myself on my crutches as best could. with the
assistance of Jean Marie and Mr.. Clifton, and
never did spend such evening, never.
Did L marry Alee4 Why, of course, I did,
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tend to, my wife declares she Will hunt up the
wretch of a Diligence conducteur who was the
cause of my mishap and subsequent good for
tune, and give him a 'poarboire' for me.