The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-08-18


! filed one sheet, and then tore OF a fresh
| half and continued:
| ssAnd now, dear old Dick, as you are
not here to scold me, l will confide to
you my little plan. hear that in every
probability we shall meet this million
| airc, Mr. Vanbruton, during our sojourn
ct Lucerne. Miss Alice, who has nice
| little fortune of her own, was once, and
! believe is still, in love with a gentle
manly pauper, but the stern parents have
sent the said pauper about his business.
| Why should not I do evil that good may
! come? Why should not fascinate her
| present fiance and marry him myself,
while, to soothe her Tilted feelings, Miss
Patterson's parents will unite her to her
| impecunious sweetheart, and we shall all
be happy ever after?' Miss Rogers broke
| off here and thought awhile. The window
was open, and the soft breeze stole in,
and played with the papers on the table
| and ruffied the writer's smooth hair. 81
| do not think / will confide in him, after
all; suppose failed, he would laugh at
me" And acting ON this idea, Miss Rog-
ers pushed the extra half sheet towards
the edge of the table, and, signing her
name to tho other, put it in an envelope
and addressed it. At that moment there
| came a knock at the door, and involun-
| tarily she called out, Come in" and
| Alice entered.
The sudden draught caused the gentle
breeze to become mischievous, and it
scattered the loose sheets of paper about
the table and on the floor.
"Tea is ready" announced Alice, adj
vancing towards the writing table.
"Thank you. / will come" said Anna,
quickly, and began nervously to pick up
the papers and sort them.
''Let me help you. am afraid it was
| my fault" exclaimed the other.
'sNo, no, not for worlds--I mean please
| don't trouble yourself. / think | have
collected them all now" Anna glanced
at the bundle of papers she held in her
hand, and, seeing one with writing on
it, stuffed them all into the blotting
| book.
81 am ready and viii come down with
| you," she added. and the two ladies de-
seconded and found Mrs. Patterson and
tea awaiting them in the hall. Miss
Rogers presently exclaimed that she had
dropped her handkerchief.
II saw it on chair in your room, l
will fetch it for you" Alice said, and
jumping up ran to fetch it. She re-
turned in five or six minutes with the
handkerchief. at had got blown away
under table," she explained. When
Miss Rogers went to dress for dinner she
anxiously searched her blotting book for
the missing half sheet; but alasi in vain.
What she had thought was her letter
was only few addresses written by
some former occupant Of the room.
cit must have been blown out of the
window" Anna thought, with resigna-
ton, as she watched something white
gayly sai1.1g in the wind over the shrub
berries. II ferventiy trust no one win
get hold OF it,"
Table d'hote at the Schweitzerhof, Luz
cerne, was in full swing; there was the
usual motley crowd of gesticulating
Frenchmen, stolid Germans, Yankees,
and all sorts and conditions of English
men, eating, drinking and chattering.
The long table was quite filled up, and
SO were most of the small ones. Sitting
at the former, packed in between POM
pous and elderly German and a middle
aged but vivacious American woman,
! was a young man, Enthusiastically English,
| who was neither eating nor chattering,
nor even drinking much, but was listen
ing, with half amused, half contempt
uous smile, to the scraps of conversation
that went on around him. A man on
| the opposite side OF the table was re-
marking in o loud, clustering tone:
ssWhat horrible cookingl Nothing but
raw beef cut in thick slices to eat tonight.
| / thought this was supposed to be first
class hotel. Here, garcon, take this
away, or else bring me an ak to chop it
! WITH
| .Oh, my dear, do be quiet; every one
| can hear you," murmured his wife, a
| pale, faded, little woman who looked abb
solutely crushed between her husband
and tall, black eyed daughter, who was
giggling and CHANGING over her fan at the
| silent Englishman, and who also took her
| father to task.
Papa, how you go on! Idon'tbelieye
you know the French for an ak. am
sure / don't. I wonder if anybody
knows" with another killing glance
directed across the table, but which was
unfortunately quite wasted, asthe object
| of it was gazing eagerly at two late ar
rivals, who were slowly advancing up
the crowded room towards an unoccupied
table.
"Well, reckon have eaten worse
dinner" said his American neighbor, in
tently studying the menu. and address
ing no one in particular; ''and there is
plenty more to come yet. can forgive
the beef; this chicken is excellent Don't
you agree, sirg' this time pointedly maxi
ing her remark to the distracted youth,
who, without turning his head, replied
rather at random:
Eyes, it agrees with me; but chicken
and salad grow monotonous after fort
night spent on the Continent" The lady
raised her eyebrows with an air Of sur
! prise She was rather beauty, or had
been once, and was accustomed, as a
rule, to receive more attention from the
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