The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1891-08-20
CHAPTER II.

any IDEA OF now DIoOdthlrSty, untlrlnr
and poisonous those insects are. The
stings swell at once and burn almost
unbearably. asked the chambermaid
for mosquito net, and made my COM
plants to her.
YES, / can believe it." said she.
laughing and examining my face; 1.-THE
gentleman is so fair and rosy, that is
what our mosquitoes here like"
But you, my child, with your milk
and blood complexion, do not seem to
suffer from them"
''Ah, you know, they have already
made my acquaintance. 1t will only be
SO with you at first; after awhile they
will leave you in peace"
That was some consolation!
The sun was shining warmly, so l
took book and went into the garden
to seek ont place for myself.
The lower ones were all occupied. In
the grape arbor sat two charming ladies
conversing earnestly.
/ saw Mr.. White there, too, sur
rounded by whole regiment of English
children, with whom he was playing.
In the most sheltered place, whence one
could get good view Of the sea, sat the
Russians pale table-neighbor, Count
ess Dcgenfeld, as l learnt from him.
She was reclining YEARLY in her chair,
propped up and surrounded by cushions
and plaids Before her sat a youthful
form, simply attired and with flaxen
hair. She was reading aloud in WELL
modulated voice; English poetry, be-
lieve.
l mounted a few steps higher, and
found myself before my old friend of
yesterday. She smiled SO kindly on me
as wished her good morning that
asked permission to keep her company
for little while. Certainly" said she,
and cleared some books from the seat
next her; i was just going to ask you;
You know that old folks like to talk,
and am all alone here. You came from
Berlin, and can doubtless tell me how
our dear emperor is-the newspapers
speak of his illness, and an old French
man, that jaundiced creature who sits
at our table. declares that he has been
given up. | did not believe him, but
would like to hear more from you.'
satisfied the old lady as well as
could, and we conversed awhile about
our common fatherland.
'sYes," said she at last, II should like
to visit my old home once again; but
should not like to live there, that
know. Travelling has become a neces-
sity to me, the winters are SO miserable
nd snc ~, =
tract me-"
''Are you quite alone, dear madarne?'
/ asked.
do not call me smadame;' it is not at
all fitting. | have never been married;
l am old Miss Rcnnert;' as such the
Hotel Suisse has known me for years.
/ saw your name in the visitors list:
once met a Baron Won Aschen at Ma
pies"
THAT was without doubt my uncle,
the indefatigable traveller: two years
ago he made his last long journey into
eternity
'What. is he, too, deado One by one
our friends leave us, and at last we re-
main alone with new generation. But
| like young people and sympathize
with them; one does not then feel SO
solitary. just few steps below us sits
darling girl, who is now my favorite;
she is an orphan, niece of Count
Degenfeld, and his sick wife's nurse
and companion. Hers is not an easy
place, and she comes at times to old
Miss Rennert and pours out her heart.
And then there is my neighbor at table,
the young Russian, who seems SO blase,
but who feels SO warmly; he is splen-
did person at bottom, but very unhappy
to all appearances. If he has cause,
know not. Youth likes occasionally to
adorn itself with melancholy, and if it
has no good cause it seeks one. Shall
you remain here through the winter,
baron?"
'.Yes; came here like an obedient
son, and promised my mother not to re-
turn on any account before March; if
you will kindly place me amongst your
host Of proteges-"
"Ah. l believe you are ridiculing an
old lady-you look SO sincere, but are,
as they say, more cunning than you APP
pear. But wait; you shall not escape
me. shall watch over and guard you,
where it is possible, if only for your
mothers sake, who, feel certain, is an
excellent woman. Have you written
to her?"
NO" said /, somewhat confusedly.
"Now do you see, SO it is! Did not
think it? There sits the anxious mother
ut home, and wonders If her. dear boy
has arrived safely and if the journey
has done him no harm, and the
naughty boy-pardon, baron--the son
has been here since yesterday morning,
enjoying himself, thinking of brown
and golden curls, but not of his moth
er's gray ones. My gracious! how red
you are. Have accidentally touched a
tender spot?" laughed and defended
myself as well as / could. Then rose
and said that wanted to write home
before twelve o'clock breakfast.
THAT is WE'LL" said the old lady;
now / can flatter myself that l have
done good deed, for your mother will
receive her letter day earlier" She
nodded to me kindly and descended
the steps Just at n sharp angle ! col
lided with the young lady who had
been reading English poetry, and was
running up the steps like wild thing.