News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1893-05-04

! L dF s. nau terrible experience. L
Was deceived, sir, deceived by a wOm-
an" he added, very solemnly; "and
for the first time in my life," and then
he grOaned aloud.
We had dined together, Lovelace
and |, and we had a bottle of 34
port. 1t always makes a fellow COM
municative and cOnfding, our "a
port, and if we hadn't had it should
not have got the story out of Love
lace, but the 81 port did it, and
LOvelace wanted no urging to tell his
! tale-hP was still smarting from his
| recent wrongs.
Rather a new experience foryou,"
| said, with a smile.
New, SIR" he replied, sit was hor-
rible; it has destroyed my Illusions.
| | have ceased to look on women as
angals | met her in Paris" he said.
"The husband was busy mana
mere mOney-grubber, sOulless
| drudge. | met them at the embassy.
Mrs. Van Spool was a pretty woman.
| was naturally attentive and Van
Spool invited me to dinner. There
were no other guests
"YOuve no business, | guess"
said Mr.. Van Spool, after Cynthia-I
mean Mrs. Van-had left us to our
coffee; "yOu're just hanging round,
amt you?" said he.
You We hit it," [ replied. Its
just that. I'm here for pleasure"
"Ah," said Van Spool, with an
amused smile, "here for pleasure, eh?'
and then he vulgarly dug me in the
ribs. Now look here, Cap" said
Mr.. Van Spool, you're just the chap
to show Cynthy round. My hands
are full; I'm up to my eyes in work.
You show Cynthy round; you trot
her out; you'll be the very boy for
her. We've got ten days here, you
see, and Cynthy has to see the shows"
" Did Mrs. Van SpoOI suggest this?''
| asked with some curiosity.
"Waal, no." replied the husband
g its my idee. There ain't no harm,
is there? he asked, and he seemed to
grin fatuously.
81 accepted the position at once,
for | confess to you, Pumper, that |
was smitten with Mrs. Van. We were
congenial spirits. She admired Long
telIOw-sO did |. read Shakespeare
so did She and she was dear, de-
lightful, Dresden china sheperdess
sort of little woman. But you've
seen her, and so | needn't talk of her
complexion, her figure, her wealth OF
golden hair, and her eyes-ah, those
treacherous eyes!" and then Love
lace took a big gulp at his brandy
and soda.
L hastened to assure him that | had
seen her and that she was remarka-
bic pretty woman and generally ad-
mired.
She's a Dead sea apple, Pumper,
that's what Cynthia-I mean Mrs
Van SpOof-is " he cried; ito me, at
least" he added, with deep Sigh.
& personally conducted Mrs. Van
during her ten days in the American
paradise. Cooks tourists were moth
ing to her. She saw everything. We
visited all the churches and went to
the top of all the steeples. We de-
scended into the catacombS; we in
onected the morGue we went to the
Louvre, the Luxembourg and the
Salon.
"We rushed to Versailles and the
ruins of st. Cloud. We breakfasted
and dined at a different restaurant
and patrOnized a different theatre
every day. We drove in the Bois and
we went to the races, the Eden theatre
and the cafe concerts. 1t nearly kill
ed me, Pumper. explained, trans
lated, | bargained, and in the inter-
vals-the short intervals-I laid regu-
lar siege to Mrs. Van Spool.
Now, Captain Love-" (she always
called me Captain Love, the minx!D
now, Captain Love-" she would
say, you really mustn't. Its play
ing it very low down upon Daniel to
try to mash me. 1t isn't quite fair
on poor little me, Captain Love. and
then she would hold up her little we'll
glOved hands in mock alarm and in
sist on making some insane question
which had to be answered from the
guide book. But | felt that | had
| touched her heart, for on the ninth
day of our decentralization of Paris,
just as | was about to suggest that
she should fly with me-for they
were leaving France for New York
the next day-she suddenly buried
her face in her handkerchief and de-
clared that | frightened her.
"Cynthia," | said, "we love each
other. Unpropitious fate has linked
you to a wretch who fails to appreci-
ate you at your proper worth. [,
Cynthia, on the other hand, am your
slave tor life. Darling, | cried, warm
ing up and preparing to quote poet
ry.
"There's Dan1l" screamed Mrs.
Van Spool; and sure enough, there
he was, advancing to US with self
satisfied smile
81 will come for your answer to-
morrow at IL" whispered, and then
l rose to greet the poor, confding
! husband
81 ordered a third ice, for we were
sitting in TOrtOni's at the time, and
tried to look as unconcerned as pos
sible.
q succeeded. Van Spool, poor,
simple soul, suspected nothing.