The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1886-06-26

ously turned by its wearer, and which called
so becoming blush to her cheek? She
glanced at her husband, and he, too, seemed
to have some consciousness connected with
the Professors name, shown, however, only
by moments pause before he said:
ave are, indeed, fortunate to meet such
distinguished countryman. Do you re-
main here any time ?"
81 am not limited to time" said the
Professor "that is not my idea of enjoy
ment."
The lady had somehow become silent;
she was engaged with her poalet. The
French gentleman again opened fire, and
the Professors attention was distracted
from his right-hand neighbors. He noticed
their departure, for they bowed with point,
ed politeness, and she shortly after passed
into the salon de lecture to look at
Gdlignini.
1t was, perhaps, an hour later that the
Young husband returned, and, again enter
ing into conversation, asked him if he would
like to come into their salon 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 window, 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 a
glance at her husband, said:
81 have wished to thank you myself,
Professor Buchanan, for restoring to me
what 1 so much value
AS she spoke she handed to him the
ornament to which | have so often refer
red, and her husband said
II do not wonder you took it for true
antique, it was so much injured. Now you
see it has more modern air"
"'Deed," said the Professor, who was
handling the trinket: awe will, if you
please, say no more of my mistake, Then,
Madame" with his old-fashioned courteous
bow, II had a theory which was too glad
to have confirmed, and [ 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 have been of slight service to you. !"
Mrs. Montreyor smiled. She certainly
had wonderful smile, and there was an
indescribable air of quiet content in the
way in which she said, as she reclasped her
bracelet.
eyes, l was very glad to have it again. "
"And how did you lose it in the sea p
said the Professor, who had always felt a
curiosity on this point.
The lady did not answer; she was ar
ranging the lace at her wrist.
s'She did not lose it" said her husband,
II threw it into the sea myself. "WeH,
my DEAR" in answer to a glance from her,
ssyou would thank the Professor yourself,
SO he NAV as well hear the whole story,
and that is, Sir" said Mr.. Montrevor, 'that
I pitched it in myself did indeed. l
had parted from this lady, who is now my
wife; was in wretched spirits, and | was
determined 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"
at 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.