Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1895-01-03

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SO he tr cd 10 forget her, and think
only Of the Jungirau then secondarily,
OF the means he must take TO interest
| M. / eynier In his ar h for Archibald
Jardine in wnOm ii mu be confessed,
hi, own interest was lat dying out,
Anything tedious, or dull, or unpleas-
ant, was 80 new TO him. He did not
appreciate it at all.
The train being late, he had only
just time to dart out and fly to his
! hotel TO dress for the evening,
| He had fine face and graceful
figure, a b airing that wa5 "every inch
the gentleman"-and manne swell,
he could not have said u harsh or dis
courteous word to woman any
woman, high or low, ugly or pretty,
young or old--for his life! Thus he
| appeared as he entered the salon Of M,
| le Professeur Reynicr.
IL was very dimly lighted, with
sha led lamps, so that at first koderick
distinguished nothing then he be-
came aware Of gray-haired gentle
man, matronly lady, and u cloud Of
/ young people OF different ages, down
TO quite small children; OF courteous
and kindly re option, and Of pas ing
| into sale a-manger where was laid
olt simple but abundant meal CORE
spending to the hungry tea" of SEQ CHI
habit Everything, indeed, was ex-
tremely simple-bu so pretty from
| the shiny parquet floor to the ia te
full dec lated table, with its dainty
china, flowers, aud fruit. One missed
a lit the fright English fire, and
| the stove gave a certain clOseness to
Il room-a sense OF warm darkness,
which, however, was not unpleasant;
there was sort of mysta,y about it
and youth likes mystery. Roderick
glanced round him at the party, evil
IDENTIFY quite family party,
1t was an odd thing, very odd
thing; but dropping down as if from
the clouds upon this little town which
a we k ago was to him u mere dot on
the map, he felt himself quite at home
there-ho Cambridge man and man
OF fortune more at home than he had
done in Richerden society all his days,
And when, re-entering the salon, he
found few other guests, scarcely Wis
ible in the dim light, and was intro
diced expressly TO "Me,s Somebody
from Edimbou &, who responded, with
pa nful bushes, in the broadcast Of
scotch accents, he heartily wished his
own cJuntrY.people werewolf, that
they were all afe at home,
And here, monsieur" continue his
host. leading him up to another lady,
mi ldle-agei--"here is one Of our best
friends, though but newly settled near
us, who | doubt not will have the
pleasure of conversing with you in
your own tongue Monsieur Ardon--
| Madame ---"
Rolerick was 50 amused by the
transformation OF his own name that
he scarcely caught the lady's, but he
was too shy still either to correct the
one or inquire abo t the other.
Monsieur heynier is very polite, 1"
said his neighDor, still spea ling in
French. But he iorgets that it is my
daughter who knows English so we'll;
her papa took the greatest pains to
teach her. For mel was always too
busy, and too stupid / esides,' with
a slight sigh which directed Roder-
icks attention from the g ntle face to
the widows mourning though not eX-
actly "weeds"-"my husband loved
French best. 1t was the language Of
his adopted country"
HE wa, not Swiss born, tnen?"
asked Rodericl, sitting down by her.
She was neither beautiful, nor even
pretty, never could have been but
thore was II charm in her manner-a
mixture of French grace and Swiss
earnestness -- which attracted him
much.
mo, monsieur he was English, or
rather Scotch, naturalizod here. My
daughter" but no t, anslation can eX-
pre- IS tho tender intonation Of that
word ma file will you come and tell
this gentleman the name of the place
l cannot pronounce it--where your
papa was born"
Rodericks gaze followed madame's
to ia |, slender girl, dressed, not like
her mothor, in b ack, but in pure
white; no lloppy, houncy muslin, BIT a
thick, soft wooden material, up to the
throat and down to the wrists. She
had q small, well-set curly head-a t.
ual curl like chi $ and turning
quietly roun she met him with those
calm, blue eyes, the very same eyes
which had filed with tears at the sun
SIT beauty Of the jungfrau.
Once more the young man started,
absolute y started. He seemed taken,
nay, clutched, by the very hand of des-
tiny itself. For on entering the room
he had looked into every fresh face of
these pleasant Swiss girls, vaguely hop
ing to find again those wonderful blue
eyes They faced him in entire uncon-
seriousness and with a direct, child-like
simplicity, corresponding with the
childish curls.
Mamma" she said, bowling to tho
stranger grave, dignified, self-pcs-
sessed bow, more like young English
woman than these timid foreign maid
ems. Pardon, | am Just going to sing
with Sophie Reynier: but | will come
back presently, as Mr., Reynier desired
me, and speak English with this gen
tleman, if he wishes it. D."
ITO RE Continued
A Vast Ruined City.