Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-08-11
1ates aud Sketthes.
ADVENTURE on A TRAIN.
CONTINUED from Yesterday

IS gong 10 TcLudlu tucIc III tuae hOiiioiC
cold without her baggage. She must at
least have some of her small packages,
poor little woman. So made an armful
of the three bags and rugs and finging
the whole to brakeman standing near
the car, cried: "For that lady yonder"
"The man took the articles and went to
the lady at the bookstall. At the same
moment. in the opposite side OF the car,
near the wharf, the door opened, and my
lady traveller. furried and hurried along
bv a cross conductor, sprang into the car
and the train started. Horrors! | had
made a mistake. The traveller at the
bookstore was not the real one. The same
cloak, hat and figure, but it was not she.
II is absurd to think that there are women
who resemble each other like that-in
their backs. All, had done fine thing.
NV lady had hardly entered the car
than she gave scream.
s.My bundles-someone has stolen my
bundles" and for the first time she looked
at me, but with what an expression in her
ewes. That look, do you know, | shall
never forget
NO. madam" | said, ''your bundles
are not stolen. They are-they are at
Tounerre."
AT Tounerre. What do you say ?'
explained all to her. All, my friend,
/ will not describe the second look she
darted at me, but believe shall remem
Der it even longer than the first.
II am distressed, madam, truly dis
tressed," | added, stammering, shut my
motive was good. thought you would
miss the train-that you would take cold,
and did not wish you to take cold. In
deed, you must pardon me. Have
no fear about your effects. They are in
safe hands-a baggage master. You
can telegraph at the station. | will tele-
graph-we will telegraph-and they will
be sent at once. All, you will have them
| promise you, even il return to Tounerre
for them myself
Enough, sir!' she said to me, 81 know
what is for me to do" and she drew back
in her corner, twisting her gloves in her
anger.
But, alas! poor little woman. She had
not counted on the cold. She no longer
had her nice warm rugs, and in few
moments she was shivering. In vain she
drew herself together and wrapped her
beaver cloak around her pretty figure :;
MADAM" said, II beg you on my
knees, accept my rug. You will suffer
and it will be my falkland shall new
er console myself.
81 do not wish to talk to you, sir" she
said CURLY.
was very nervous and excited. In the
first place thought her charming; then
was furious at my ridiculous bunder ;
in short, was in mood for great reso-
lutions.
MADAM" said. ''accept this'rug or
swear to you that | will throw myself on
the track" And flingng the rug between
herself and me, raised the glass and
placed my hand on the other handle of the
of the door.
Was | resolvedp Between ourselves,
not quite, think. But it seems appeared
so, for she Immediately cried OUT
why, you are crazy, sir; you are
crazy"
The rug-or shall jump"
She took the rug and said, in a softer
tone "but you sir, will die of the cold"
"Do not disturb yourself about me,
madam. am not chilly, and even if
were cold it would be only a just punish
ment tor my objectionable stupidity"
Say for your too great haste, tor
YOU are right, your intention was good,
but how could you take that lady for
me?'
because she appeared to me charm
ing" She smiled; the ice was broken :;
the ice of the conversation, it must be I'M
derstood, tor otherwise | was shiverng.
''But soon forgot the cold, the journey,
and everything. She was delightful, ex-
quisite, adorable. She had distinguished
miud--refined. lively, and original. She
liked to travel, like myself; to Spain, like
myself; and she, like myself, had dreamed
OF going to Egypt. In literature. music
in verything, in short, she had the same
taste as mine. And then, imagine, we
had numerous acquaintance in common.
She was intimate with the Saint Chamas.
the Lavevoys. and above all, with the
Martbazons. To think that had perhaps
met her twenty times in those salons and
had not observed her! Where were my
eyesl Great heaven! Where were my
eyes9
She spoke innocently and amiablv,
and with that distinguished simplicity
which like so much. She had a slight,
very slight, almost imperceptible accent
"a warbling rather-giving her words
the chirping of bird. She said 'tete. >
which is light. instead of 'tete,' which is
heavy ;'chateau. which is spiritual, instead
of Chateau which is stupid. 1t was faci-
mating.
"But although ! tried every way in the
world not to show it, great heavens how
cold was.
''At Dion (2h. pom. my right foot was
nearly frozen. We telegraphed to Toun-
ERIE for the bundles left behind.
"At Macon (ib. 45m.) it was turn for
my left foot. We received the dispatch
from Tounerre that the baggage will ar
rive at Marseilles the next day.
"At Lyon-Perrache (5h. 4Sm.) my left
hand becomes insensible. She forgets to
ask for her sleeping compartment.
AT Valenoe (Sh. Sm.) my right hand
follows the example of the left learn
that she is widow without children.
At Avignon Ooh. som. my nose becomes
purple. | believe | understand that she
never loved her first husband.
AT Marselles finally (5m. past mid
night sneeze violently three times. She
holds out my rug, and says to me, grsei-
ously, "Au revoir."
All her au revoir turns my head.
spend the light at the Hotel Novilles
an agitated night, filled with her
memory.
The next morning when awoke had
the most frightful cold in my head a