Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-05-27

T reserve like that OF butterfly how.
ering around every flower withou,
resting on any. | can say withou,
exaggeration that her feet did moi
seem 20 touch the ground. The
fellow. with coqeettish gesture,
bent toward the Countess as il he
meant to kiss her, bat he stopped
striking his foot. The enchantress
! threw her head back proudly, flew
OF the tips Of her toes and pirou.
cited to the very END of the room
but tie two dancers never took
their eyes off each other. Finally,
the br!gand turned away impatient
ly. manifesting his anger by dane
ing furiously before the tSigaRes :
then, suddenly wheeling around
he seized his partner and made her
fly round him like a whirlwind.
In the midst of the intoxication
of this dance | was uneasy about
one thing, and that was lest the
wild fellow in his fervor should
make some unseemly demonstra.
tion toward the Countess. As YOU
may well believe, the mptation
was strong. She was entirely in
his power, and for man on whose
head price had long been set, one
crime more or less was of small ac-
count. At the first improperly
was resolved to seize one of the guns
in the corner and blow out his
brains. On my honor, was firmly
resolved to do it.
Happily there was no need of go
ing so far. The dance ended peace
fully with the three traditional
turns, and the chief of the brigands
led his partner to her seat after
having kissed her hand very res
pectfully. He then stepped up to
me, and slapping me insolently on
the shoulder, said:
And you, my little old chap,
don't you dance
Jus. think of his calling me lit
tie old chap!
Thanks, do not know how to
dance.
'All right, said he, and returned
to the Countess.
You must excuse us, Excellen-
cy. We were not prepared to re-
ceive such illustrious guests. Pray
accept heartily of what we can of
fer you. 1t is little, but 1T is good.'
He alluded to the supper.
The banquet was exceptional. /
can well describe it as such. The
brigands placed large sanGpaR
full of stewed veal upon the long
table. There was no sign Of plate.
They ate with their fingers, hold
ing in one hand piece of bread,
and fishing out With the other a
slice of meat from the tureen on
the point of knife.
The Countess ate as though she
had been fasting for three. days.
The brigand chief devoted himself
to catching for her with his pocket
knife the most appetizing morsels,
all of which were floating in gravy
of red pepper, and placing them on
her bread. She declared the dish
was sayory.
The bandit presumed to remark
that / aid not eat.
Eat, little old chap; this dish
will fatten you; it is stolen goods "
Just as ! had expected
i thank you,' replied; i could
not eat; it is TOO peppery for me-
All right, said he, and once
more left me alone.
There was no use of even think
| ing of glass; the wine was served
in wooden cans. According to the
customs of the peassntry, JOSH
Fekete drank first and, after hay-
ing wiped his mouth on the loose
sleeve of his shirt, presented the
can to the Countess. She drank.
o, my friends. what an extraordi-
nary woman
The vagabond then turned to-
ward me aud offered me a drink.
/ Drink, little old chap always
tine same epithet), cor really You
will fall asleep
Thank you, cannot drink.
am following homeopathetic treat
ment.
'Oh, oh J. cried he, laughing
'similia sinaalibus.' (The rogue
knew Latin.) 4, too; am follow
ing that treatment, and as wine
made me sick yesterday, am cur
ing myself With wine today