Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1890-09-03

baggage man VINO happene0 W o9 atAaA-
ing on the track next the train.
ITO that lady over there I" cried.
The baggage man took the things and
started of toward the lady at the book
stand.
At the same instant, in the other end
of the carriage, the side next to the plat
form. the door opened and my fellow
traveller ppeared-frightened and hus-
tied along by q cross conductor, threw
herself into the seat. and the train de-
parted. Horrors! / had mistaken the
womanl The lady Of the book stand
was not she, after all-same cloak, same
hat. same way Of holding her head-but
IL was not she.
| 1t was a traveller who was not travel
ingl How absurd that two women
should look so alikel had made fine
mess of 1t.
She hardly entered the carriage before
she uttered a cry: ~My bags-my bags
have been stoleni" and for the first time
she looked at me, but, good heavens.
with what lookl I'll never forget that
look, you may be sure.
"No, madame" stammered, ayour
left at Tonnerrel"
"At Tonnerrel How
Explained it all to her. Lordi won't
attempt to describe the second look she
gave me, but think / shall remember
that longer than the first.
Il am in despair, madamcl" l ex-
claimed, absolutely in despair, but my
motive was good one, assure you.
thought you were going to miss the train,
| that you would catch cold, and did not
want you to catch cold. In fact, if you
will pardon my saying so you need not
worry about your bags; they are in safe
hands-a baggageman--at the next sta
tion you will telegraph will telegraph
we will telegraph-they will be sent
on Immediately. Obi you viii surely
have them. i swear, if have to return
to Tonnerre myself to recover them"
Enough, sir, she said II know per-
fectly what to do" And she sank into
her corner again, angrily twisting her
gloves.
But alas! poor little woman, she had
not thought about the cold, and she no
longer had her good warm rugs Before
10 minutes were out she began to shiver.
In vain she changed her position and
drew her cloak closer about her pretty
figure; she was positively chattering.
Madame, / said, II beg you on my
knees take my rug. You will catch cold.
which will be my fault, and / shall never
forgive myself as long as live. "
81 wish to have nothing to say TO you,
sir, she said dryly.
| was nervous and much excited. In
the first place / thought her perfectly
charming. In the next place / was fu-
rious at my idotic mistake. In short,
was ready for the most desperate steps.
Madame, said, take my rug or
swear will throw myself out on tho
track, +" and casting the rug between US
lifted the window and took hold of the
outside handle of the door.
Was / really in earnest? Entire nous,
not really, suppose, but it seems must
have looked SO, for she cried out
But you are crazy, monsieur; you are
crazy!"
"The rug, or jump She took the
rug, and in softened tone:
But you, monsieur, you viii die OF
cold"
"Don't disturb yourself about me,
madame. / am not delicate = and
even if | do take cold it will only be
just reward for my objectionable stupid
ity."
"Say, rather, your haste, for, Of
course, as you say, your motive was
good, but how could you have taken
that other woman for me 7"
Because she was so pretty" She
smiled; the ice was broken-the ice of
conversation, mean, for otherwise !
was chattering with the cold. But how
soon / forgot the cold, the journey
everything. She was delicious, ex-
quisite, adorable, a clever mind, bright,
gay, original. She was fond Of travel
ing, like myself; like myself she had
been in Italy, in Spain. She dreamed
of going to Egypt, just as | did. In
literature, music, everything, in fact, the
same tastes as mine. And then, only
think, a host of mutual friends She
was intimate with the Saint Chames,
with the Savonys, particularly with the
Mont Vazins. And to think that might
have seen her twenty times at those
houses, and that l had not noticed her.
Where were my eyes-I should like 70
know-where were my eyesT
She spoke freely, pleasantly, with that
distinguished simplicity which ! always
admired, with a little, very little
Southern accent-almost imperceptible,
rather Iisp-giving little birdlike
sound to her voice. Il was entrancing.
But although did everything to keep
from showing it. heaven, how cold Iwasl
At Dijon q. 20 p. m. my right hand was
seized with cramp. We teIegraphed
to Tonnerre for the bags. At Macon
(425 p M the left foot went the same
way. A dispatch from Tonnerre said
that the baggage would reach Marseilles
the next day At Lyon-Perrache @. 48
.. m my left hand became insensible.
She forgot to claim her coupelet At