The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-08-03

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I A Lovers Journey.
"ATHAT can l do to convince you
w that love you?"
A Lovers Journey.

who. skeptical and bored, replied:
"To begin with, don't tell me so
again; really, my dear Chillaye, nothing
is more monotonous and less new than
your perpetual cooing."
"But you can't imagine how l love
you! If you demanded my hearts
blood, l would give it to the last drop,
gladly"
Don't be alarmed; won't demand
It'll"
''Put me to the test-give a sign, a
mere sign, and I'll follow you to the
ends of the earth, on my knees"
"Really, now, would you2" asked
Nine. de Nymbe, suddenly thoughtful.
''Wouldn't I!' cried Chillaye. SIN
deed, / woulds"
Berangere reflected an instant, then,
looking fxedly at dazzled Chillaye:
II take you up"
Seeing his stupefaction, she contin-
ued, laughing: II don't quite demand
that of you-you propose to follow me
to the ends of the earth on your knees
Il consent to your following me to
Nice on horseback. It's not so far, nor
so firing"
what. you intend"
"Yes-you know 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 gen.
tlemen, Is minutes yeti 1t is all odious
and prev Nrel'"~"
~And
$50 y I've de-
eide. - slow
stages.
"But it will take at least fortnight" )"
Say three weeks--Pm in no hurry.
Well, are you not delighted at tn" pros
pect?"
''Of course certainly - but, you
know, on horseb back 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-
x artete like : .1.iiDg journey
"Tm sure I'd ask nothing better"
"Well, do. You draw back--we
won't say anything more about it,
"sWhat makes you say draw back
I'm simply so overjoyed, so overcome,
that can't find words"
"That will do. l can guess them"
"When shall we start?"
"To-day is Tuesday; why not this day
week?"
II am entirely at your orders"
Besides, before we start we will
see each other again to talk the m
paign over"
Kissing Nine. de Nymbe's taper fin
gers, Chillaye departed, like conquer
ing hero. Toasting himself at the reg
lister 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
1t be on horse back? My 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,
wonder? She's not fit; 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 | were breaking
tuClI lOOho al e CNCi thih b
in the Bois. 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 soft emotion when
he saw his valise standing among Mne
de Nymbe's bags and his rug tightly
rolled around one of her Numerous
wraps.
"What delicious intimacy this jour
ney will bring about" he exclaimed
to himself, looking at his watch to see
if he was on time. He was, but she was
not. A message came asking him to
wait few moments How altered the
drawing room looked. No fire, no
flowers, no tumbled cushions, no
opened score on the piano, no bonbons
nothing! How often he had drawn
up his big pouf before the bright
hearth and listened to Beraneere talk
half hidden and curled up in the dim
brocade arms of her favorite chair In
spite of industrious pacing up and
down, he was literally frozen when
Mime. de Nymbe appeared at nine.
The sight of her in her riding-habit
pretty enough to eat, warmed him up
a bit Preoccupied as she was, she ran
gayly down the stairs without discov
ering that he was blue. The maid go,
into the loaded coupe The valet got uI
by the coachman, and the grooms led
out the horses. Here was poor Chill
layes first discontinue. He expected
to give Nine. de Nymbe's little foot g
bit of squeeze as he assisted her to
mount, but when he approached to per
form the agreeable task, she said thai
only her old coacnman knew her move
ment, anu, putting her hand on the ole
fellows shoulder, she wac up like 6