St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-07-14

| customs OfflcerS' peremptOry, but TO
them unintelligible, demands to know
what these articles were. MI. Fisher
knew no more French than his maid or
fOotman; Miss Bluebelle was under the
impression that she did know French
sounds uttered by these Frenchmen..
Mutual ncomprehensibility led to
mutual indignation. The officers bawled
in French at Mr.. Fisher and Miss
Bluebelle; MI. Fisher roared back at
| the officers in his native American;
Miss Bluebelle eXpostulated and eX-
i planned in language that was neither
French nor American, nor Ineligible
to either side. Meanwhile the footman
! froZe with English tenacity to the lug
/ gage, and repulsed all attempts of the
custom officers to examine it. How
things would have ended it is hard to
| say, had not the MISREPRESENTATION
yOnng fellow who had been at the hotel
| with them OPPORTUNITY turned up and
| CALAMITY pr0ffered his services as medi-
ator and interpreter. His Intervention
soon smoothed matters down, and i'll
safely on the platform, and few
| minutes later, after hastily swallowing
bawl of soup, safely in their carriage.
The Americans were naturally very
grateful to their ''friend Ill need" for
his timely assistance. Finding he, too,
was bound for Paris, they invited him to
travel in their special compartment. He
proved both an interesting and amusing
companion, talking glibly about all
manner of subjects, and showed an in
innate acquaintance with all manner of
peoples and places. MI. Fisher told him
of their intention of going for the winter
to Nice, and asked him few questions
about the place. To his surprise and
pleasure the stranger not only knew the
town well, but he was actually going
there himself.
When the party reached Paris the
stranger again proved himself most use
full in seeing after the registered lug
gage. On its being duly placed on the
top of one OF the little omnibuses, he
held out his hand to bid goodbye.
aren't you going to stop somewhere
in Paris?" asked Mr.. Fisher,
Eyes, Pm going to the Continental
for day or two" said the stranger.
"Why, that's just where we're going"
exclaimed Mr.. Fisher. "Have your
portmanteau put on the top of the bus
and come with u.s."
You're very kind" answered the
stranger, with pleased smile, 81 shall
be happy to do so. How strange that
we should both be going to the same
place and be putting up at the same
hotel"
Very pleasant, I say" responded
Mr.. Fisher.
If Mr.. Fisher was taken with the
handsome young stranger, his fancy for
him was as nothing compared with
Miss Bluebele'S. She had Dever met
so interesting, so fascinating man in
her life. His face was so nice, his man
ners so polished. his bearing so diStin-
guished, that she felt sure he must be
a scion of one of those noble English
families of which she had read. And,
however questionable her grounds were,
her conclusion, she soon found, was
right. The morning after their arrival
she went to the visitors book to see
what his name was, and there she saw
Hon. Philip TerringtGn. By reference
to a Burke" which graced the hotel
that the owner of that name was the
youngest son of the fifth Earl of Rough
shOd.
Mr.. Terrington, during their stay in
Paris, was invaluable to the Americans.
He knew every inch of that pleasant
city, and spared no time or trouble in
assisting them to gain an acquaintance
with it. Day after day ne went out
with them. and hour after hour he
walked or drove about the streets with
them. all the time guiding, explaining
and amusing them without pause. A
more agreeable or better-informed COM
paniOn it was impossible to desire.
The honorable Philip made no secret
of the reason of his attentions. By
hundred little subtle acts he made it
fp In
guardian how deeply he was affected by
the young lady's beauty and simplicity.
How pleased and fattered Miss Kate
was by this it is not needful to say.
But Mr.. Fisher himself was nearly as
much pleased. He had no objection to
his adopted daughter wedding the son
of an earl.
Mr.. TerringtOn delayed his departure
for Nice for few days in order that he
might travel to that place with his new
friends. On the weary journey there he
again made himself most useful. Ac-
customed to travelling abroad he knew
how to make things as pleasant as,
under such circumstances, they Can be
made, and on the present occasion he
eXerted himself to the utmost in this
direction.
On their arrival at Nice, the little
gether at the same hotel. Mr.. Fisher,
being business man. was used to dress
ing quick, and so he was the first to
complete his additions and go down to
dinner. Passing the letter rack on his
way to the dining room he glanced at it
to see if there were any letters for him.
There were none, but there was one for
Hon. Philip Terrington, and the sight |
of it startled Mr.. Fisher pretty cOnSid-
erably. for the address on it was written
in Mr. Hatch'S hand.
When Miss Rluebelle and the honor |
able Philip joined Mr. Fisher they found
him sitting at the table lost in thought. |
He remained very silent and thoughtful |
throughout the meal, and on the plea of
WEAKNESS he withdrew early, taking
with him the reluctant Miss Kate.
A very serious suspicion had arisen in
his mind. Was it possible that Hon.
Philip Terrington was penniless adj
venturer, set on by Mr.. Hatch to cap
ture Kate? The discovery of the cor
respOndence with that shifty solicitor |
had suggested that painful question to
the American, and now that it was Sug-
gested he could not but fear that it adj |
mitted of only one answer. All the cir |
cumStanceS surrounding their acquaint- |
ance with Mr.. Terrington-hi travelling |
to the same place by the same boat, his |
anxiety to make their acquaintance, his |
marked attentions to Miss Kate-these |
and hundred other trifles all pointed |
the one way.
II can't believe" said Mr.. Fisher, bit |
terly, to himself, THAT such a fine, |
frank, manly fellow is an adventurer. |
He looks like an honest man, and |
never yet met rogue who did. But |
everything except his looks is against |
him, and | can't let my little Kate be |
carried off by rascal who only wants
her fortune. All, me, wish we had !
never met himr'
Mr.. Fisher revolved again and again |
the question in his mind. For once in |
his life he did not know what to do. He |
could not think of ordering Mr.. Terring- |
ton to drop their acquaintance. He |
could not think of leaving little Kate to |
be his victim. What other course, then, |
was there open to him?
A solution of the difficulty at last oc-
Cured to Mr.. Fishers active mind. He