The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1891-09-09

unrelentingly every wrinkle, every
ugly shade Of color on his worn counte-
nance, which, when the leaden lids
were lowered, had something deathhke
about It. His slight form was envel-
oped in fur cloak.
Was 1t the sun or was IL my gaze that
affected him-he opened his eyes sud
denly. Now his face became animated,
but It was not an improvement; It ap-
peared better in its deathlike calm.
The man seemed to be aware Of 1t, for
he drew out a pair of spectacles, and
his piercing eyes disappeared behind
them.
This face dispelled every morning
dream, and / felt very sober and re-
membered that was very near Nice
and Monaco, where one could walk un-
der the palms at ones pleasure, and
need not be so particular about form
ing ones friendships. With this thought,
and having in mind my former drowsi-
ness, felt for my portfolio; 1t was
there. 1t almost seemed as If those
spectacles had watched my movements,
and as If moclking smile lurked under
his black mustache.
Yet several tunnels, from whose gates
Of rock one greets the sea with new
delight, and we were ut Nice.
1t was still early, for Nice very early;
my chronometer, which had set at
Geneva, pointed to half past seven.
A servant In livery stood at the coupe
door.
Istepped back, in order TO allow the
others to pass out.
The gentleman, who was nearest me,
passed me by with polite bow. The
young lady drew her cloak closely
about her delicate form, and as the soft
material brushed me, and the delicious
perfume foated about me, / saw o love-
ly, pale cheek, q shell-like ear, and
golden curls In the near distance.
As both forms, followed by the ser
want, disappeared in the crowd, con-
solsd myself with the hope Of again
meeting the handsome blonde; Of course
only because she reminded me Of my
little cousinl
In the meantime / entered . cab me-
chanically, and the coachman was
obligsd 10 ask twice where Monsieur
wished TO 60 before / remembered that
1 had some luggage. At last every
thing was all right and we drove
through the as yet quiet and deserted
streets.
The awakening of nature Is truly
magnificent In q German beech forest
or In a mountain village, where the
growing Of the cock and the reed of the
shepherd rouses the Inhabitants, II II
grand; but in city, ind in such q city
rs Nice, which has no peculiar char
acter of its own, but "a cosmopolitan,
and serves as bathing resort. these
early hours have no charm. II is al
most as II one were 10 surprise an
elegant woman Of the world before she
has made her toilet. The inexplicable
spell, the famous '.je ne sails quoi" Is
still wanting, one Is let into all the
secrets Of the art,
On the little market-plaee all was
bustling, mountains OF flowers were
being piled up-fruit, vegetables, poul-
try, and, amongst all these, flowers,
flowers, everywhere.
Yes, Nice is the garden Of France;
everything is blossoming and growing
there, while with us the Christmas
roses send forth their pale buds from
beneath the snow, and instead Of fresh
figs and oranges, the baked apple sizzles
In the ovenl
"Hotel ct pension suisse" situated
close TO the sea, was my destination.
The house proved to be very good.
For comfort things might have been
arranged better; the drawing-room was
uncomfortably small, but the location,