The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1891-08-13

ing left for me to admire but the move
ncnts of the lovely white hands with
their dimples. The wide wedding ring
seemed far too heavy for the dainty
finger.
My other side was less interesting.
There sat pale. fat. scrofulous boy.
who dangled his legs. ate with his knife,
and stuck his fingers III all the dishes.
He was the youngest member of the
family. which consisted of six persons,
occupied the lower end of the table ard
ended next Mr.. White with a lanlSy,
lean. bread-and-butter miss. They We're
countryncn of mine-;las. that should
have to admit it-for l was an involun-
tary witness of their family manners!
Next to Edward. such was my youth
full neighbours name. sat his youngest
sister. according to my opinion not
very wise arrangement. for the two
sweet cherubs quarreled necessarily.
AS they handled their knives and
forks very carelessly, / was ut times
quite nervous, but their mamma
seemed accustomed to it; it neither dis
turbcd her peace of mind nor her APP
petite, both being of unusual dura ability.
Between the mother and father. a
tiInid little man. sat their oldest daugh-
ter. probably SO placed that the society
Of the frivolous people of Nice should
not contaminatc her. SO that no bold
neighbor could address her. As far as
could tell, such great care was not
necessary.
Il assure you. good people, the races
will be positively grand this timer
heard said at my right in rather snar,-
ing tones: You should certainly not
neglect To obtain carriages and places"
My eyes sought the owner OF this
voice and easily found him in n large,
very light comp!exioned man of elegant
carriage and dress. whose sharp features
and inlamed cyelids might tell of some
sorrow, but more probably of nights
spent in gaming at Monaco.
Suffering spoke palmer on the face of
the lady next him: one might doubt
whether it was of the mind or body, per-
haps both.
She was neither handsome nor young,
and sat alphabetically at the table: occa-
sionally l noticed that her eyes were
fastened with sorrowiul interest on the
children next me.
my God" thought l, ''how dcsolate
must be the heart that can turn long
ingly to these i'll hammered, little good
for-nothings."
When l rose from the table, felt as
if were very pleasantly situated, and
thought that my good mother would be
well satisfied, could she see how harm
less table dhote company at Nice was.
felt trifie wearied.
The drawing-room was uncomfortably
crowded and very warm. The grown
daughter and the lanky miss were just
seating themselves to play duct; their
mother took her seat near the piano,
and at the first notes looked reprovingly
towards the door, where several rest
less people were standing.
beat q noiselcss retreat, another
fugitive followed, my vis-a-vis, the
young Russian, whom l had noticed
very little at table, for he rarely spoke.
"Will you go out?" he asked in French.
''Gladly, but whither?'
LET us drink a cup of coffee at
Rumpelmeyer's," he suggested.
''All right, we will drink cup Of
coffee at Rumpelmeyers," l repeated,
smiling.
"You laugh" said the Russian, "but
you will see that it pays even if only to
escape from the artistic performances
| in the drawing-room."
We strolled through the streets, it
had grown quite mild, my overcoat was
| almost too warm.
At cafe Rumpelmeyer we found
brightly lighted rooms, with many
hooks and corners, the charming graces
and different Partisan wares on the side.
board.
We gave our order to the piquante
little waitress, whose light hair reached
almost to her roguish eyes.
| 1t may have been those roguish eyes,
it may have been the china. but il
seemed to me as if never had drank
such coffee; kranzler could not compare
with Rumpelmeyer.
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