The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1899-08-04
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| COAT ana an OVGrCOat-
| Only one overcoat?"
"Oh! 1 have got on another one,
but it's very thin; besides, it's bitterly
cold"
| And those boots, like barrels! Did
some ancestor hand them down to you
masked ball?"
They're only fur-lined ones I've re-
Gently had made"
Recently"
"Yes-a week ago."
$40 wear to Nice?"
| eyes"
Nine. de Nymbe burst into laugh;
Chillaye felt annoyed. Positively" he
said, sulllily, ''as soon as one leaves
Paris, the country becomes hideously
monotonous; these paths we've been
following for the last hour look all
alike"
''Well, but we don't complain of rid
ing daily on the same roads in the
Bois?"
Eyes, but the Bots is quite different
matter to this, and far prettier.''
Chillaye began to be in horrible
temper. Nine. de Nymbe's good humor
was irritating. And he envied every
thing about her-her thick veil, the
heavy, golden coils that protected her
neck, even her position in the saddle,
for he was getting veritable cramp.
The prospect of passing whole days to-
gether astride broad-flanked White Cat
filled him with terror. Seeing old Bap-
tiste forging ahead, turning to right
and left without hesitation, crossing
bridges, mounting slopes, Chillaye
asked: HAS your coachman ridden to
Nice before?'
'.Not all the way, but he knows the
beginning. Isn't the country growing
pretty? Look at that little island.
There's nothing near Paris as pretty
Its an island like another, it seems
to me. The Grande Yatte is far pref
tier"
do you think so? The day is i'm
proving. The fog has not entirely
cleared yet, but the sun can be felt
through it."
81 should say so. It's given me an
awful headache; it must be a sun
stroke!"
"Why, sunstrokes drive people mad.''
'sThat's about it, otherwise do you
think I would jog to Nice by slow
stages?"
You certainly show no enthusiasm,
my poor Chillaye."
"You didn't stipulate for enthusiasm
you must admit that when one is suf-
fering from sunstroke, ones mood
"Surely, you don't suppose pale sun
like that"
Gall the more dangerous, because one
takes no precautions; I'm not used to
the low hat I've got on. A tall hat heats
| the head less, because it is farther away
from it,
eyes, but it's nearer the sun, so that
it amounts to the same thing"
snow you're chatting me-"
"Not at all. But you're in such bad
form that I'm inclined to give you back
your word and go to Nice without you.
Good-by. Hurry back to Paris!"
Hurry? Why, we're three hours
from Paris"
Nevertheless, here we are at the
Boulevard Maillot and the Garden of
Acclimatation; in a quarter of an hour
you can be at home. For the last two
hours we have been riding in the Bots.
When you said just now that the
Grande Yatte was prettier than the is
land I wanted you to admire, we were
passing the Grande Yatte."
cit is this cursed fog!"
Perhaps. But admit that even in
fine weather you would not have
guessed where you are, for you only
know few allees in the Bots. Good-by,
Chillaye, don't propose to anyone else
| to go to the ends of the earth with them
they might take you at your world"
"And you-are you going to Nice?'
81 never thought of such a thing!
Pm going back to lunch. Good appe-
tite!''
And off she rode at brisk trot.
The fog having cleared, the weather
was radiant; swarms of riders, detained
by the thick morning, were now coming
to the Bots at the usual hour for leaving
it. Chillaye, recovering from his stupe-
faction, rode slowly down the avenue,
rejecting that he had been done.
mime. de Nymbe is mad. She has
cooled me off, and am glad of it. She's
pretty, of course-devilishly pretty
but she's far too original. All ca!
What are all those simpletons staring
at me for? Do 1 look like man who
has just been made fool of? Do they
read it in my face? Positively, Kahn
trailles laughed as he passed me-.
What's wrong about me? All, sapristi!
It's my ridiculous get-up; my boots,
and my flask, and my hat, and the re-
the revolver! Hang
it all! What wouldn't l give to be rid
of the revolver. Good enough! Here
are the Flirts-and one of the little
Rirfrays, and D'Oronge. 1 must get rid
of it, at all COST"
And siding up to the edge of the
road, in spite of the efforts of those who
wanted to keep to their right, he man
aged to fling the revolver into bed of
gilly-fowers. Just as he passed the
Flirts and their escorr, a policeman ran
ter him bran n c bipu tho revoIyar