Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1899-09-23

trlvlalltles.
Il do not know your name"
"N'r yours, so that Is bond of
sympathy. Let us, l went on in
glow of inspiration, "imaglne that we
have been introduced at a dance One
never knows the names in such cases d"
"He was certainly to blame
"Certainly. If man willingly walks
out of Paradise. he must be either a
fool Or
"He will come back.
''1n that case - began rising and
taking up my hat from the chair
Really" she answered, "a man
who willingly walks out Of
but l DON'T" l objected Il go
with the greatest reluctance.
at is very hot in the sun. mon
sieur. -"
Madame, l greatly fear sunstroke
1t is a disease which has had remarka-
BILE fatality for my family"
replaced my hat upon the chair on
which | had previously seated myself
and seated myself upon the chair on
which | had previously placed my hat
1udl Cualr was nearer 10 madame by
over foot
Monsieur is prudent, she sal id and
smiled, | should have been perfectly
happy if her gaze did not so often wan
der through the window frame and seek
the sunshine outside.
NAY, | fear" l murmured, looking
at her ardently, "impudent.
GGrhnt -,
compliment.
Because, l went on boldly, 'in
the JOY of a moment, minute, an hour.
peril my future peace.
She beat another solo upon the floor
and again looked into the sunshine. My
eyes followed the direction of hers, and
| thought l saw a hat. The hat was Sc
hat.
as the peril so great?" she asked
She spoke so softly that l pushed my
chair little nearer to her and leaned
forward.
"The answer is entirely in your
hands, madame, l said.
"There may be no peril" she pout.
ed, ''for who knows what tree of love
may spring from this mere grain of
barely ten minutesf'
She glanced at me sideways
''Have You noticed the roses at the
Window"
''No, " | answered. "They are there,
no doubt-roses are often at windows
but | have eyes for you only"
"There is one almost a bud. covet
it. | must have it, -
She rose and passed swiftly to the
window Again l thought | saw the
hat. | rose. | followed her, ] stood be-
hind her as she raised her ungloved
hand-a dainty, slender. white hand
hand that any man might not tire of
kissing easily She caught the bud.
broke its stem and gave faint cry.
lyon have hurt yourself, | said.
"a thorn, she answered hurriedly
"it has pricked met is still in. l
fear.
| took her hand in mine. have had
some experience of thorns in connec-
tion with little hands. and did not look
for any deep wound, yet l must confess
to some considerable surprise when /
found none at all, and even after min
ute search no visible impression upon
the satin Of her skin.
Madame, l said falteringly. 81
can see nothing
'Stupid, she cried pettishly, yet
not loudly. Look again-I tell you l
have hurt my hand badly. You cannot
see we'll Hold to the light"
l held it tC light. looked at it
very careful he hand was really
wortb lookip I bent lower owe. it,
lower still. suddenly glanced
upward. as smiling. l saw
challenge il yes l kissed her hand
"Clotilde said a voice over my
head Itv n strange voice. and it
seemed out - garden, little above
me | l. and recognized the
rigid, sew u 4at. Under the hat was a
man. He looked bad tempered when he
regarded me; he looked cent when
he gazed upon madame
~ anri. she cried, II have a thorn
in NJ finger. This gentleman is clumsy
h mot discover it. "
iced at me sCornfully and
st out her perfectly healthy
owner of the rigid hat. who
Ihen, in that hand, innocent
J il h scratch or mark, he found thorn,
plucked it ont and kissed the place
where it had been. l think, though,
the wound was after all, not in her
hand, and if l did not find it was not
useless in the healing
Then suddenly | remembered that |
had not summoned the landlord and
rectited my forgetfulness in violent
manner, When mine host entered, he
was in time to see the rigid hat bend
ing under Il parasol somewhere down
the road
"Ah, they have made it up againl'
he cried, with evident satisfaction 81
am glad of that. for the wedding is to
be in the early part of next week, and
am to supply the wine for the cere.
mOny.
Every one seemed satisfied but my
self. | continued my walk to Pourville,
having remembered my sister who was
waiting. Black and White
Variety In kingIy Nicknnmes.
History gives So sentimental sur
names to emperors and kings whom it