Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1886-03-26
MISS MARRIOTT.

MID MAnI LUl.
Would you mind taking Ethel March with
you for a few weeks idling in the Tyroli The
fact is, entire nous, Mrs. March has arranged
a brilliant future for her pretty daughter.
You remember Jack Coniston, a merry, hand
some boy Of Is, we met in Interlaken
seven or eight years ago-he bade fair to be a
good specimen of that intelligent, attractive
animal, the English gentleman, and has full
filled his promise unquestionably, Further
more, in true, sensational romance fashion,
an uncle in India has lately been accommo-
dating enough to try his luck in the Grand
Peutetre, leaving Jack large fortune. The
young fellow, still fancy free, has seen some
of Ethers sketches, her photograph, and one
or two of her quaint, amusing letters,
all of which seem to have i'm
pressed him favorably. Quite by
chance, of course, it has come about that Mrs.
March, Ethel and Mr. Coniston are to be
among the Christmas guests at Hardwood;
Ethel will have then finished her three years
course Of violin study at the CONSERVATORY
and her fond and impecunious mamma has
set her heart upon her darling completing the
conquest she seems to have begun. She will
he safe enough at Tegernsee whittier you are
bound, believe), with its summer swarm Of
worthy Munich burghers, who partake Of un-
derdone veal and beer under the trees, and
walk about under the trees with their hats of
in noisy raptures over die Natur.'
The above is an extract from a letter re-
ceived while packing my trunk, prior to a de-
parture from Munich in search Of Sommer-
frische
liked Ethel March very much; she was
sweet shy maiden of 20, with bronze-brown
hair, dark purple-blue eyes, and q swift,
ready hlush, which, though very annoying to
its proprietress, was vastly becoming. She
had decided muscal genius, and she with her
violin was delight to the eye and ear not
easily forgotten.
l had half made up my mind to ask her to
join ME on my trip before this letter came to
end my hesitation. The child crept very will
lingly under my protecting wing; was Of a
certain age, and could play the role Of an
arguseyed chaperon to perfection-or, at
least, 1 had heretofore 1t would be pleasant
for me to have a young companion. Mrs.
March could not come to look after her off,
spring herself, and the arrangement seemed
to give general satisfaction. Alas!
The best-laid plans o. mice and men
Gang aft agiee."
Our preparations were quickly made. and
after a short journey by train and long
drive in the diligence, we were deposited at
nightfall before the Post Hotel in Tegern-
see Bradshaw briefly describes this resort
US a charming lake in the Bavarian Tyrol,
surrounded on the north with high mountains
Walks to an old abbey, converted into royal
palace by MAMMALIAN I, with a church con-
tanning frcscoes.-
Finding the apartments Of the .Post- very
redolent of horse, and the prices also high, we
took one Of the furnished rooms further down
the street, which Herr Bunge, q squatty little
man. with velvet skullcap and a perpetual
smile, placed at the disposal Of summer Wis
itors.
From the German NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
point Of view. our garden was q gem 1t had
the proverbial oleanders in green tubs, an aus
tere gummi tree, colored glass balls in which
we saw ourselves hideously distorted, diversi-
flying the geranium beds, and q summer
house more earwiggy than usual, but re-
splendcnt with colored prints from The Illus
trated London News on its bark wall. The
view over the lake was exquisite, with its
of cloud-hung mountains, lesser
haAAo- ic>ACi "Aeu NAhniCeo Va a wa III
brown tint. and on one side the undulating
: ain with its luxrriant cultivation, and our
10; unp;ctanesque village sprinkied over on e
corner.
How jolly that they have boats, Tn very
fond of rowinS-arent YOU, Miss Curtis.- said
Ethel, this morning.
Privately, loathed little boats, but not
wishing to appear dagreesble, muir
INJURED something about rowing being
healthful exercise.
But You must never venture out on the
water alone, Ethel, for fear Of an accident,
took care 10 add.
Tha. afternoon we embarked in the Taube
Tor a row on the placid bosom Of the Tagern-
see Our gondolier was a fine, fresh-looking
young fellow of about y, strong and we'll
made and with a walk and carriage very diff
fercnf from the ordinary country lout In
spite of rough. torn clothes he had a clean,
we'll kempt hook about him unlike his fellows,
and was particularly struck with his teeth.
white and even, and pure Is Ethels own His
name was Franz, and he always fell to our
share when we went cut on the water, though
there were many other boatmen about Ethel
chatt.,d German with him. for practice, and
he SEEMED capable of maintaining quite an in
ielligent conversation. though l understood
but little Of what they said. The fellow had
very fine blue eyes, and l liked to see them
brighten and soften when Ethel spoke to him
As Franz was rowing Us acTos to Roseneck
one afternoon, began to lecture Ethel upon
the folly Of leaving her flannel peeticoat and
other comfortable garments af home, instead
Of bringing them Tor use in this changefui
mountain temperature
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