The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1890-08-31

TO De le1t,' L tnought, ana threw open the
"Madamei Madamer' cried. was too far
off; she did not, hear me. The whistle blew.
An idea flashed through my brain quick as
lightning. She was going to stay there in that
at least her small belonRingsthe poor little
woman made an armful of the three bags and
form, who was near the coach upon the road,
cried, ITO that lady yonder!"
The man in uniform took the things and went
toward the lady OF the book-stall. AT the same
moment at the opposite side of the coach--the
side of the platform,-the door opened and my
lady traveller, perturbed, hustled by grumblinG
conductor, plunged into the coach, and the train
went Off.
Horror 1 had mistaken the traveler-the
woman of the book stall was not the one; the
same cloak. same hat, same style, but not she.
PaseSS %a ITefsy IL be Coach when she cried
out: MY packages-they have stolen my pack
agesW, And. for the first time, she looked at
mo, madame,"f said to her your bundles
"At Tonnerre? How"
Iexplained all to her.. The second glance she
shot at me think shall remember longer than
;. II am disconsolate, madame, L stammered,
absolutely disconsolate. But the motive was
train, that you would be cod-I did not want
you to be cold. beg you, will pardon me. Fear
man in uniform. AT the next station you will
Telegraph will telegraph-we will telegraph;
shall have them, l swear it to you, even if l
should have to return myself to Tonnerre to get
"Enough, sir" she said; Vt know what have
to do" and she returned to her corner. twisting
her gloves with her anger; But poor little thing,
At the end Of about ten minutes she began to
shiver. Well might she draw her sealskin about
her pretty figure; positively she chartered.
Madame" said, II beg you, upon my knees,
accept my rug; you will be i'll. 1t will be my
fault. and never in nv life shall console
self" ''''- '''''l NY ''' ' '0o -.
II am not speaking to you, sir,' she said dryly.
was very nervous very excited To begin
with, found her charming, and then was furi-
GUS over my ridiculous blunder. In short, had
Madame - said, accept this rug, or, swear
to you. will precipitate myself from the win;
me, I lifted the window and seized the outside
knob of the door.
tween you and me, not altogether, think; but
it appears looked as il were, for she cried i'm
ms,datelly: "You are crazy sir to think of such
"The rug. or jumpl"
She took the rug. and, in a tone more softened,
"Do not disturb yourself about me- madame;
am not chilly, and even if 1 should be cold it
will only be the Just punishment of my unpar-
"Say of your too great haste, for you are right.
the intention was good; but how could yo have
because she appeared to me charming"
She smiled; the ice was broken-the ice of the
i
shvered. But how quickly forgot the cold and
the journey and all! She was delicious, exaui-
She loved travel like myself: she had been in
Italy, like myself; in Spain, like myself; she
dreamed of going to Egypt still like myself; in
literature, in music, in everything, the same
tastes as my own. And then, think Of this A
crowd of general connections. She was intimate
the Montbazons sr aboVe a TO think that had
perhaps met her twenty times in those salons,
and that had never noticed her!
She spoke naiyely, amiably, with the charming
simplicity that admired so much. A slight
warble rather. gave to her words the light skip
ping of bird
Though did everything in the world to conceal
it, heavens, how cold was
AT Dion C22W my right foot was seized; we
telegraphed to Tonnerre for the things left be-
foot; we received a despatch from Tonnerre
saying the baggage would arrive at Marseilles
left hand became insensible; she forgot to claim
her sleeping berth. AT Valence (SO0 my right
ha %s RdoW and M
Avignon (9:59) my nose turned violet. under
stood that she had meyer loved her first husband.
Marseilles at last Q2:05) sneezed violently three
times; she handed me my rug and said, gra-
Aureuoir! Ah, was wild
Ipassed the night at the Hotel de Noailles-an
agitated night. full of thoughts of her. The fol-
horrible @d @ cold in the head Imaginable Would f
dare present myself IN that state to my friends
they wod ake as
was, and the next day would cure myself in the
sun at Nice.
That excellent Rombaud had invited several
friends in my honor, and among the persons
there my traveler-my charmer.
When was presented to her an imperceptible
smile played about her lips. bowed and said:
"And Tonnerre?"
II have them,'' she whispered.
We sat down at table.
'What cold my good fellow !" cried Rom
baud; where in the devil did you get it? In the
cars, perhaps?"
Possibly" replied; "but, to tell the truth,
do not regret it,"
Nobody understood this odd remark, but felt
the soft and friendly glance of my traveller glide
toward me across the table.
What more shall tell you? The following day
did not leave for Nice, and am to be marriedin
a fortnight.