Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1899-07-27

w tHdI lONe You.
For the fiftieth time. at least, Chillaye
repeated this phrase to Mime. dc Nymbe,
who. skeptical and bored, replied:
To begin with, don't tell me so
again: really, my dear Chiliaye. nothing
is more mOnotonous and less new than
your perpetual cooing.'
But you can't imagine how | love
YOU. If you demanded my heart 5
blood, would give it to the last drop,
gladly"
Don't be alarmed: l won't demand
it,"
Put me to the test-give a sign. a
mere sign, and I'll follow YOU to the
ends of the earth, on M knees
Really, now, would you?" asked
Mime. de Nymbe, suddenly thoughtful.
Wouldn't T." cried Chillaye. In
deed. would
Berangere reflected an instant, then,
looking fixedly at dazzled Chiilaye:
Il take you up
Seeing his stupefaction, she contin-
ued, laughing: Il don't quite demand
that of you-you propose to follow me
to the ends of the earth on your knees
I consent to your following me to
Nice on horseback It's not so far, nor
so firing"
What. you intend"
''Yes-you know l detest the railway,
with its jolting, its smudges, the pro-
miscuity, the hurried meals eaten at
greasy tables, while walters shout at
your ear: Don't hurry, ladies and gem
tlemen, Is minutes YETI 1t is all odious
And SOP
so, as want to go to Nice, I've de-
'cided to go by horseback, by slow
stages
But it will take at least a fortnight"
Say three weeks-I'm in no hurry.
Well, are you not delighted at the pros
pect?"
''Of course certainly - but, you
know, on horseback it is hard to talk.
Why not by post carriage? Delightful,
they say"
Are you really naif enough to think
I'd start out with you like that en- tete-
a-tete-like a wedding Journey"
I'm sure I'd ask nothing better
well, i do. You draw back-we
won't say anything more about it,
What makes you say draw back?
I'm simply so overjoyed, so overcome,
that l can't find words
THAT viii do. 1 can guess them
when shall we start?"
To-day is Tuesday; why not this day
week."
Il am entirely at your orders.
Besides, before we start we will
oil 70 talk the
paign over.
Kissing Mime. de Nymbe's taper fin
gers, Chillaye departed, like conquer
ing hero. Toasting himself at the reg
ister in the hall, he saw himself already
in the flowers and sunshine of Nice.
The cold outside air brought him up
short; turning up his collar, he grum-
bled: "B-r-rr! it's freezing. What will
If be on horseback? Ny hands and feet
are always cold, even in July. Let's
hope the weather will be decent. How
will poor White Cat take the road, l
wonder? She's not fit; l feed her too
high, till she's ready to burst. I'm big
and heavy and like broad horses, other
wise they look as if l were breaking
their backs-and looks are everything
in the Bots Why do pretty women have
such absurd notions?
In spite of Chillaye's timid sugges-
ton that two o'clock, after lunch, was
a good hour to start, Nine. de Nymbe
had fixed the time at sharp eight.
White Cat stepped out coquettishly,
not guessing what was ahead OF her.
The coupe, filed with luggage, was
standing in the courtyard. Chillaye
was penetrated by a soft emotion when
he saw his valise standing among Mime.
de Nymbe's bags and his rug tightly
rolled around one of her Numerous
wraps
ssWhat delicious intimacy this jour
new will bring about" he exclaimed
TO himself, looking at his watch to see
If he was on time. He was, but she was
not. 1 message came asking him to