The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-03-28
saw sight that made my heart go

| locked arm In arm, were emerging rom under the famous portals, and in the central figure l recognized NJ. Jean Coussot himself. Falling back a pace, "shadowed" them. They got to the corner and stopped at the edge of the pavement, talking, laughing, gesticulating wildly.
 Suddenly they shook hands violently, and, with much raising of hats and vociferous interchange of good wishes, left him. He crossed over to the Man. sion house. followed. Why did so, l can hardly say, except that I still felt lingering hope that fate would l yet beiriend me,
 Arrived on the opposite pavement, M. Coussot stopped and took up his station on the curb, critically eying the various road cars and omnibuses as they came up.
 A Hammersmith car drew up, and, with unsuspected agility, he jumped on to the steps and nimbly climbed up stairs.
 followed, and took seat behind him.
 As we neared the top of Cheapside, thought it time to commence opera tions.
 Excuse me-" said I, in my softest | possible tones, 'I am not sure if I am on the right car. Does this one go to Hyde Park corner, can you tell me?"
 As he heard my voice M. Coussot jerlSed round on his seat, and, as he looked at me, politely raised his hat.
 "Ah, mees! am a strangair in Lon don," he said. "I will inquire of the drivair."
 And bending over the rail, Do you pass ze Hyde Park cornair?" he asked; and then turned to me again with: "Yes, zis car pass ze cOrnair." '"Thank you, so much" said l. sweet ly, trembling inwardly lest this should prove to be the conclusion of our con- versation.
 But the gallant Frenchman showed no intention of again turning his back towards me. On the contrary, he wheeled still further round, and, keep ing his eyes fixed upon my face, said:
 "Zerc are so many buses and things in your London that it csc yer con conplexing confusing"
 Very confusing" agreed. "Have you never been in London before?"
 "Ne-vair," said he. ''I want mouch to come, but somehow never do till | this"
 And are you disappointed or pleased with London now you have seen it?" ventured, feeling that this question marked an epoch in my life.
 "Vell," said he slowly, and hung on his very words, 'I am both disappoint and pleased. It is grand city, but it makes ones head ache, there is so mouch beezneez How remembered that wordD And do not find it pret- ty. It is too mouch dull, too gray, too neutral tint as you say" He seemed to enjoy chatting like this, and, just as the shops and side turnings fitted by us, so we went | lightly from one subject to the other, until knew the cause was won, and that, if could only remember all he had said, had enough material to fill a whole page of the Ray.
 At Hyde Park corner I prepared to alight, having, just in order to prevent wounding his feelings, assured him that l believed Apsley house, which had attracted his attention, to be the habitation of the Guards club.
 "Ah! You get down here! l Iregrct! Will madenoiselle exchange cards in memory of our deelightful converse tiong?"
 "Oh! Pray excuse mel" said I. "I have been too indiscreet already"
 No! No!' he protested. "I have en- joy yer mouch. But mademoiselle may have curiosity as to who she has been talking" And then in much the same tones as the intelligence might be announced, "I am the German em- peror!" the versatile Gaul, again rais- ing his hat, said: 'I am Jean Cous- sotr'
 "ReaRy!" I gasped, in affected sur prise, and without another word de- scended the steps.
 A second after jumped on to another dilly circus.
 Into an aerated bread shop rushed, pulled out my note book, and began to scribble for dear life.
 What can get you?" murmnred an attendant.
 Coffee" said I, laconically.
 Anything to eat?"
 "Yes, please" l answered, writing on, oblivious of the girls proximity.
 "What?" she persisted.
 'What what?" said I, looking up, angry at the continued interruption.
 When l had jotted down all that l could remember, l took a hanson to the offices of the Ray, shut myself up in an empty room, and never stopped till my interview was written, revised, and re. read.
 "Knock out those two columns of Parliamentary Gossip" directed my editor when he had just cast an eye over my copy, land the contents bill must be altered to Jean Coussot's Views of London We'll done, Miss