The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-08-03
NO. nv hands and feet are lev"

Another good notion, more prac-
teal than the revolver. l say! You're
enormous! How much clothing have
you got on7'
But"
Speak up, be honest!'
1--WE got on a vest, thin one-and
over that a warmer one; a hunting
vest-you know-one of those English
concerns, knitted angora rabbit; then a
coat and an overcoat."
Only one overcoat?"
"Oh! | 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
or did you have them made for some
masked bali?'
They're only fur-lined ones I've re
Gently had made"
"Recently?"
"Yes-a week ago."
"To wear to Nice?'
YES"
Nine. de Nymbe burst into a laugh;
Chillaye felt annoyed. Positively" he
said, sulidly, "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 Bois is quite different
matter to this, and
Chillaye began to be in a horrible
temper. Nine. de Nymbe's good hnmor
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 broadfanked 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"
"lt's 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 cot entirely
cleared yet, but the sun can be felt
through it,"
II should say so. It's given me an
awful headache; it must be sun
stroke!"
"Why, sunstrokes drive people mad"
That's about it, otherwise do you
think 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"
"All 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 tits farther away
from it,"
"Yes, but it's nearer the sun, so that
it amounts to the same thing"
"Now 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 quarter ot an hour
you can be at home. For the last two
hours we have been riding in the Bois.
When you said just now that the
Grande Yatte was prettier than the is
land / wanted you TO admire, we were
passing the Grande Yatte."
1T 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 Bois. 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 word!"
"And you-are you going to Nice?''
II never thought of such thing
I'm 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, de tained
by the thick morning, were now coming
TO the Bois at the usual hour for leaving
it. Chillaye, recovering from his stupe-
faction, rode slowly down the avenue
rejecting that he had been done.
''Mme. 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 look like man who
has just been made fool Of? Do they