Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1884-01-05

my anxiety on that score was not allsyed
Since he was no longer aole to romp with
her, she changed her tone little and piled
him with sentiment.
81 think there are no men like English
men, " heard her murnur to him one day
1.-THE Dutchmen are so heavy and slow
one has always to be stirring them up, ano
Frenchmen are just the other way-they
stir one up little too much; but an Eng
lishman is just right.
There was some thing, too, about Char
lies look and manner that made me IN.
easy he was so restless and cross. Nat
urally, a sprained ankle and confinement
for month upon the sofa do not tend to
sweeten a mans temper; but there was
something more than this; ne took to say
ing nasty, bitter things to US, his devoted
women slaves, and then was proportion
at9ly remorseful afterward. He snapped
equally at Mrs Wiener, Mademoiselle ' an
Bserle and me he grumbled at every
thing, the climate and hotel life, and then
in the same breath declared that he should
apply for extension of leave so as to remain
longer. In fact, TO my watchful eyes, the
young gentleman showed all the symptoms
of being in love, and gave Mademeiselle
Van Baerle the credit of it. But one day
he burst out
at is shame, beastly, wicked shame
He makes regular drudge of her"
He? Her? What do you mean ?" l
gasped out, very astonished, for Charlie
had risen from his sofa, and, standing on
one leg, turned red and white by turns. l
Re fected hastily that Mademoiselle Van
Bae1le had no gentleman in her party, and
could not, even by fond lover, be cOnsid-
cred drudge to any one.
THAT brute Wiener He makes her
fetch and carry for him, and treats her in
a manner that 1 call scandslous Selfish
| beast Because, ages ago, he had some
illness or other, he takes advantage Of it to
make her life a burden to her. There 5
nothing the matter with him now, except
! lazDess.
"Good heavens, Charlie What has
made you so cross What has Mr. Wiener
been doing?'
"Doing! Nothing particular for him,
indeed only bullying her as usual What
do you think l heard him say to her just
now as they were passing the open win
dow? SO, Maia " Charlie, in his wrath,
mimicked the foreign accent, go and sing
old woman to ask US to come into her salon
! this evening after dinner. / would like
rubber of whist. Did you ever hear any.
thing ike his impudence %
" 1t was very impairment of him, l re-
piled, suddenly sympathetic, for at what
age does one like to be called an old wo.
man " and if she does come in here this
afternoon | shall let her see that | wi not
have my salon used as a pubic sitting
room
"Now, auntie, you will do no such
thing, cried Charlie; I" will not have
you rude to her because he is beast ; she
never said anything nasty. She is only
too good to every one, and if could only
see her taken care of and made much OF, as
she deserves, instead OF being regular
slave to that lazy brute, l should 60 away
with lighter heart"
eco away, Charlie I exclaimed.
"Wnat do you mean? When are you
thinking of going ;"
Tomorrow, answered Charlie firmly.
But your FOOT"
"Oh, my foot is all right right enough
ID travel, at least. And it is quite time
for NE to 20. You've been awtuliy good
t me, auntie, but the sooner l get away
frem here the better"
Any further circumstances OF mine were
interrupted by knock at the door, and
Mrs. Wiener entered. She did the only
thing that could have made me quite for
give her the innocent share she had had in
Dummies remark. She went straight to
the point and proposed rubber of whist
that evening, for Dummie would like it
so much"
Delighted :" cried Charlie. And
you must give us a song afterwarj for this
is my last evening I'm of tomorrow"
Are you really? So soon We shall
be so sorry to lose you, she answered
sweetly, but to my attentive year little
indifferently 1t Jared on me, for | saw
eyes. But indeed had often noticed that
feature in her character that while charm
ing to all, she really did not care for any
one much except her husband. Her love
for him seemed to absorb all the affection
of her nature, and her wandering life, full
of short friendships AMI quick partings,
had perhaps intensified this, her natural
disposition.
And so our pleasant II lie party was
broken up. l did not stay long after
Charles departure, but said goodby with
great regret to sunny Cannes, then looking
so lovely in its spring garb, the air laden
with the scent of the orange blossoms and
every garden and meadow bright with
flowers.
did not at al like parting with Mrs.
Wiener had grown very fond of her
during our winter sojurn together and the
uncel linty Of ever seeing her again made
me doubly sorry to leave her. she prom
ised to write to me, Not often, though
you will not expect it for you know how
difficult it is for me to write an English
letter and what long time it takes me.
But Just now and then, to let you know
how Dummie is and where we are spend.
ing the winter And exactly as she made
the promise she kept it. For seven years
| heard from her then one winter there
came no letter and toward the spring l
saw in the paper the announcement of the
death at Mentone OF Wilhelm Wiener,
aged 40 years.
| wrote Immediately to her Dresden ad
dress to express my sympathy, and after
some months received an answer, IN which
she told me briefly about his last days.
The end had been quite painless Then
she said - had talked it over with him
many times that it one day would come to
that, and was prepared. But you can
understand it is always too soon when we
have to part with the dearest we possess
have much to be thankful for, and yet
the best of al is missing. But try not
t, get gloomy, and l lead very nice,
quiet, homeiike life here with his dear
relations, who are al so good and kind to
me.
Charlie, who in these eight years has
wonderfully altered, changing from bright
boy to quiet, reserved man, talks about
making a German tour next summer He
a. ked me the other day, in the most casual
manner, for Mrs Wiener's address, as he
thought he would call on her ii he hap
pcned to pass through Dresden. / gave it
to my poor boy, but | know full well that
it is no use his going to Dresden. Sac will
cling all her life to her dead husbands
memory, and will end her days in his birth
place and among his people, remple Bar.
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