The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-01-18
A RECOLL ECTIUN OF THE RIVIERA.

$50 hN'SiJ Ao'iSA u SH 0-olt5S w scu. L
John Henry BoaeF.
RECOLL. ECTlON OF THE RIVIERA.
first saw Mrs. Wiener at the table d'hote of
the Hotel DIES lies B%riianuiqnes, at Cannes.
Mrs Wiener, though the name lis row SO IA
milar to me, still sounds queer. Weiner, be-
ing a foreign appellation, seem. in my un-Ger-
man ears to 20 more comfortably with Madame.
Madame Wiener runs so much mere easily.
But she never would allow that-if Frau
was withheld by her English friends, "then
please call me like ono of yourselves " she
would say, 'and not as il I wore q French
woman"
We were about sixty at Inner that evening
ust the mixed company one sees Mt those
Cannes hotels-a few nice neople md a great
many nasty oles-a sp.inkling of many ma
tionaliiies, but the English heavily preponder-
atng. Mrs. Wiener sat nextto mo-. and on her
other aide was her husband. Greasy soup
and that disgracn to tho inny tribe, lonp de
mer, had not taken tho edge off my appetite,
and was looking forward with interest 10 the
entree, which, undor tho promising title OF
"pate de pigeons babe fair to be an improve
ment on the previous dishes. / was, however,
the last to be served, and presently glancins
past Mrs. Wiener l discovered that my chance
of obtaining any of The delicacy had vanished.
1s dimensions, rapidly decreasing, had
reached Mr.. Wiener, and he calmly put upon
his plate all that remained-just enough for
three people, as our host had apparently calcu-
latod. His wife seemed to consider this a
most pr per and natural proceeding;
m but cs "s h h q sns dissu ssia glance eEan from from
excuse that Dummie takes all the pigeon pie:
- 10 an r.,1 r,, ,p,yD krk r~,.bt 100,
been; bnt l thought that a little of it Won d
have been e oil for me too. after my long
journey. 1 was speedily cnnsoled, however;
slow roar of disappointment from "Dummie'
fixed all eyes upon him. Heedloss of the pub
lie attention, he engaged in a loud alteration
with the German head waiter; one long, thin
hand held a fork aloft in the air, upon which
was poised not a limb Of savory pigeon. but a
thick alice of cold mutton, and the other hand
pointed to bis plate, upon which companion
slices reposed. l did not understand the
idomatc German which ensued, but what had
happened was only too plain. The pigeon had
fallen shor, and o,ll mutton had been hastily
substituted to cke it out.
In q few weeks the mixed society in The hotel
had braken itself ND NO little cIiques. We,
''the nice people, as pe fondly and eXciu-
sively called eurselves, had made the ''nasty''
people understand that we did not wat 10
have anything TO do with them: that we did not
desire cunyersat Gus With them in the garden.
where, fer the sake of the air and the sun
shine, we Often established ourselves with our
work and TO It's; that we did not care to drive
with the wcaitiiicr Of them i'll The sn.art car
riases, o. which, witl Delpisno's permission,
they were the pnssessors for the season.; in
fact, tia even ga intAtoas on the staircase wero
not agrasableJot ia.
Bnt Mr.. Wiener set those unspoken rules
at dctianoss We all adorod her, aud, making
much Of her, would have kept her to our
selves. "Bui | am, not Sevres porcelan like
you are" she said to mo one day; II Am only
a homely little bit of Delft"
We used to Lave little tea-parties in one an
others saloons in those days. l nm told that
Cannes has now greatly altered, aud the So
ciety having become like that of Il large civ,
has affected even the hotels; but in tho time
of which | am speaking 1t was q sociable,
countritlad aort Of q p.acs, and a lit e scandal
at afternoon tea, or at u quiet luncheon party,
WAS our principal excitement
One afternoon a few friends were slipping my
orange-pekoe, "Dummie" and Mrs. Wiener
among The lumber. BY the way, 1 have never
10 this day discovered why che called him
Dummic. Wilhelm was his name. He was a
tall, slight, dark man, very delicate, ralhsr
good iooking. and entirely absorbed in taking
care Of himself.
Miss Roynoide-a stout, solemn girl of six
teen, who seemed to look upon life as made for
practi cling, and who for eight hours a day
steadily ploddsd through right. baud scales,
left-hAnd scyles, scales with both hands to-
gcther, tiye-tingar exercises and shakes, to the
torture aud despair of her neighbors--had just
risen from tho piano, where sho had accom-.
panied our conversation for the last quarter of
an hour with q dreaty sonata. There was q
pause for a~molnent-one's little remarks al
ways flow 80 much moro comfortably under
tho shelter of ~musie-whea Dumuie turned to
me AMI said: 49,
',You sleuid ask my wife to sing"
Il shall be delighted" l cried. "andI would
Ia, scr ,slo.1 ha,.1nnp am hut 7 lul No ilao that
Mrs. Wiener sang
aOh vcs,s' she answered, 81 sing very we'll,
indeed-but not much now, for Dummie does
not always like it. / will fetch my music ~
And OFF she ran, returning in u few nom MT.
with an Iarmiul. Il will ding you a Swedish
love sons" she said
II o otiersday that Madame Nilsson was to
sins that same song at st. James hall: and
for the sake Of old resollections went to hear
it. The, great priina donna held her audience
encore to repeat il. But l do not think she
sang that lltte song more artistically than
when ! first heard il lin my tiny, bright, amber
satin saloon at the Hotel des l es Brltannlques
and the lovely voice, though perhaps more
powerful, was mot sweet r or more perfect in
see her nowsasa elic rose from the piano and
stood smiling at our establishment.
She was q little above the middle height, with
a fairly good figure, and a face which, lnsig-
niicant at the first gtance, grew upon one III
the most wonderful manner. The jaws and
chin were square, The mouth large, the nose
straight, bnt too short, the intelligent blue eyes
spoiied by light, almost white, the eyelashcs,
the fair hair plentiful and growing well upon
her forehead But such a beautiful express.
sion-calm and brishtsI will tell her story as
she told at to me one day as we Eat chatting
uudrr tie orange trees Of tile hotel garden.
81 was quite q Young girl when Dumtnie saw
mo first said she. BY the way, have l men.
toned that she wa. q swede and he a Ger.
man? 81 bad led a quiet life with my dear
psrepts, always working very hard to make the
most Of tho iessons they could give me. for
they were very poor. 1t was . great thing
when l was allowed to have twelve English
lessons. Ach! how l did work! l thought OF
nothing but English. when 1 walked, when
ate, when 1 dressed myself. And how glad
7 am now, for 80 many OF my good
friends an over the world have been English.
NV singing-that went on always And one
dny. Dummie, who had come to Sweden for q
visi, in the GUNNER, heard me sing aud he
. said to the friend who was with him, "ihat is
& nv wifel' Aud how happy We were when We
we're married and won't home to settle in Ores.
den. where his dear mother and NIL his rela.
tions live. But VIC had not been in our little
hnuse three months when Dummie was taken
nj with the small por. Oh. but it was terrible.
Ha was 40 i'll, nur-ed him very carefully:
Int as lie WAS getting better q littls cold settled
on his lungs. That is now sight y ara ago,
and he mas been Nm invalid ever aincs. With
csre he may live year= aud years; but any day