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


dream. and | felt very sober and re-
rncmbercd that was very near Nice
and Monaco. where one could walk un-
der the palms at ones pleasure. and
need not he 50 particular about form
ing ones friendships. With this thought.
and having in mind my former drowsi-
ness, | felt for my psrtfolio: it was
there. 1t almost seemed as if those
spcctacles had watched my movements,
and as if Il mocking smile lurked under
hi; black n.ustachc.
Yet several tunnels. from whose gates
Of rock one e1'ccts the sea with new
delight. and we were at Nice.
1t was still early. for Nice very early:
my chronornctcr, which | had set at
Geneva. pointed to half past seven.
A servant in livery stood at the coupe
door.
stepped back. in order to allow the
others to pass out.
The gentleman. who was nearest me,
passed re by with a polite bow. The
young lady drew her cloak closely
about her delicate form. ard as the soft
material brushed me. and the delicious
perfume floatcd about ne. saw love-
~. pale cheek. a sacll-lil1c ear, and
golden curls in the near distance.
As both forms. followed by the SER
want. disappeared in the crowd. con-
soled myself with the hope of again
meeting the handsome blonde: of course
only because she reminded me CT my
little cousin.
In the meantime / entered Z cab me-
c,,aaically, and the coachnan was
obliged to ask twice where Monsieur
wished to go before remembered that
| had some luggage. At last evcry-
thing was all right, and we drove
through the as yet quiet and deserted
streets.
Tie awakening Of nature is truly
magnificent. In a German be cch forest
or in mountain village, where the
, Growing of tic cock and the reed of the
shepherd rouses the inhabitants. it is
grand; but in city. and in such a city
as Nice. which has no peculiar char
acter of its own, but is cosmopolitan.
and serves as bathing resort. these
early hours have no charm. It is al
most as if one were to surprise an
elegant woman of the world before she
has made her toilet. The ineyplicablc
spell, the famous ''jc no sails quoi'' is
still! wanting. one is let into all the
secrets of the art.
On the little market-place all was
busting. mountains of flowers were
being piled up-fruit, vegetables. poul-
try, and. amongst Ill 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 oven.
''Iiotcl 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,
with the view over the sea. was SPLEEN
| did: then there was the terraced garden
with its innumcrable hooks and cor
| ners. where the sun shone Sd warmly,
| and where one could be sheltered by
| the wall from strong winds.
There sat the poor invalids under
blooming oranges, palms and other
| evcr-recns. and drank in once more the
| beauty OF Gods earth before leaving j,
| forever.
The proprietor of the hotel was Swiss
| and the dear little Swiss maidens with
their rosy complcxions and white
| aprons, who attended to part of the
work, were much pleasantcr to look
| upon than the dark walters with the
| Indispensable frock coat and doubtful
| linen.
The guests ut Hotel Suisse / frs,
| met at dinner; did not make my ap