St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-07-28
From the New Budget.

right-hand side Of the long pier with
a fine air of complacency that al
most made it's passengers forget the
boisterousneSs of it's behavior dur
ing the night trip. Nearly every
body was on deck, and with the
bright morning sun shining down
upon them, and upon the brass fit
tings of the boat, and on the island
of Jersey in front of them, only one
or two had the persistence to re-
peat the asseveration that three
hours before had been on every lip.
Three hours before nearly every
body had said to nearly everybody,
''You don't catch me leaving Eng
land again for my holidays" For
NAL de mer is with most ever a
humorous memory.
Now 1 only hope said young
Mrs Walford, delightedly, that we
meet some nice people, John, and
that something interesting and
well, romantic happens
Il don't mind meeting decent
folk remarked John Walford, ''es-
specially if they are in the iron bus
mess. But I'm hanged if 1 want any
thing romantic to happen"
"Ah, John sighed Mrs. Walford,
''you have no heart, I'm afraid
That's true" said John Walford,
stolidly.
and aren't you ashamed to con-
TESS it?"
Not bit! It's your falt, Nina
flows that?"
'Why, you've had my heart for
nearly "a
'Oh, John, dear" cried the young
lady, not altogether displeased, do
not be so silly before such a lot of
people,
They found bus with the gold let
tering Grand Hotel upon it, and the
bus took a few more passengers, and
then drove them along the quay, past
pyramids of potatoes and mountains
of ripe-red tomatoes in crates, away
into the town. On the way they were
stopped at the Pomme dor hotel by a
BEARDED young Frenchman in a pre-
posterous black straw hat with curled
brim, who was making experiments in
riding a bicycle.
I'm glad we didn't run over him, ~
SIISu NIIS. w dllOIu. out ClOSeu UeI
pretty eyes with a vince or pain at the
narrow escape. He was so cookbook
Ing"
81 suppose said John Walford
thoughtfully, that makes all the
difference"
He looked back at the clumsy bicyc,
list, who was being busted by a short
stout Frenchwoman, with much as
liduity. His black straw hat with the
;urled brim was away some distance
and throe or four youngsters were
playing football with it.
1t was a singular circumstance that
at the very first Jersey excursion after
lunch-it was to Gorey-they should
meet there the unfortunate bicyclis
just referred to. He spoke English
fairly we'll, and he said (and, of course
he was in position to know that his
name was Felix Martel, M. Felix Mar
tel, of the Rue Tronchet, Paris.
81 hope" said young Mrs. Walford
politely, that you are none the worse
for the tumble this morning.
az am much better for the toomble,
replied NJ. Martel, with much gallantr!
and readiness, because it gains fol
me, madam, your sympathy. Will yol
and your excellent husband permit me
to show you over your property? The
Channel islands, you know, belong tt
England"
Don't you trouble" said John Wal
ford; I'VE shall be able to rub along
LAS you wish. But the castle O
Mont-Orgueil is YER interesting, anC
in the bay is one of the-how do yol
call it?-cruisers of your magnificen
country on which, as you say, TIL
soon never sets, and"
81 think, if it's not troubling NJ. Mar
tel too much, John,'' suggested Mrs
Walford, 1--WE might, perhaps, take ad
vantage Of his Offer
John Walford had already capitulat
ed. The praise of his own country b
foreigner is enough to induce a
Englishman to agree to anything TIL
three walked up to the castle an
signed their names in the visitors
book
ut is a YER charming name" sal
NJ. Martel, taking the pen with bow
Nina [ wonder what was you
other name before Ms ieu Walford wa
so happy as To-
MY maiden name was Roller
Not by chance" demanded NJ Mar
tel, the hand that held the pen shakin
u illlC llOl ny CildECS MI. Roller, Tn
great engineer?"
neer''
And manager and director in tn
firm which has a branch office in Bou
levard Italiens?'
Yes
81 am proud said NJ. Martel. dash
ing off a signature in a book with
triumphant flourish underneath tina
occupied the remainder of the page
Proud to meet the daughter of S
splendid a man.
He touched up one or two letters @
the signature and looked at it admir-
1ngly. AS the three went into the cas-
tie to examine the dungeons, the shor
stout Frenchwoman who had ass:ste
M. Martel after his accident came PAM
ing to the gates. She looked at tn
last entry in the visitors book. an
straightway laughed so much that sh
had to sit down on the wooden chai
to recover her breath
"Que c'est drole" she exclaimed, wiz
ing her eyes amusedly.
The ingratiating Martel found his II
ward in an invitation to dinner at til
Grand. He hesitated politely to accep
but young Mrs. Walford, delighted wit
the excellent manners of the youn
F'renchman, pressed the request
earnestly that John Walford was boun
to second the motion. Therefore
the Grand was dinner for three, an
after dinner, while John was smokin
his pipe, NJ. Felix Martel conducte
Mrs. Walford to the reading room
and sat close to her and talked an
talked.
Il suppose" he said, that in Ems
land you have diversions in the eveii
ings?''
Not always" replied Mrs. Wa
ford. Sometimes we are rather dull
That must be so hard for you, des
madam You; so charming, so spi
please don't say that I'm only a
ordinary woman"
Pardon" exclaimed NJ Martel, iirn
ly. You must permit me To lepuis
that statement. He lowered h
voice. ALLOW me to say that | ha,
never met in my whole life some OF
who has SO enchanted me-"
1t was wrong of young Mrs. Walfor
and she knew it was wrong, but