The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1899-08-04

I suppose we go out by the Barrierre
d'Italie."
"Where is that?'
ooh, a long way off; near the Gobe-
| lins.S
But I haven't the faintest idea where
| the Gobelins are!"
They're across the river
''Where in the world are we? This fog
is thick"
Il think we're near the Palais de I'm
dustrie. Be careful; you'll run into a
| tree!"
Mon Dieu! how dangerous riding it
| is in such weather."
what if we should postpone start
ing till the day is more favorable?"
timidly ventured Chiliaye.
''Never! How easily you get discour-
aged! BY the way, where shall we
| lunch?"
Fifteen miles from Paris. We must
not think of lunching before one or
half-past."
That's awfully late! Don't you
know of any nice restaurant, near the
Barrierre d'Italie?"
mo, l confess that quarter never at
tracted me; it never occurred to me to
say: What if l should go and dine near
| the Barriere d'Italie?'"
$50, then, you never thought of
planning our stages?"
! "But-"
81 guessed as much! So am having
| Baptiste,my old coachman, follow me
on horseback. He'll show us the way
and not make the mistakes you're
| guilty of, my dear Chillaye. We must
not go out at all by the way of Barriere
dItalie."
''Well, but Nice is near Italy, and it
seemed to me-but It'd far rather fol-
low Baptiste and avoid responsibilities.
And, positively, in this fog, it's lucky
you've provided yourself with better
guide than 1, or we'd either get lost or
have to turn back"
Mime. de Nymbe called Batiste, who
detached himself from the two grooms.
"Batiste, we will take the road we
agreed upon" Turning toward
Chillaye: Now, since you've nothing
more serious to do, amuse me little.
What's the news, les petits potins?"
"Here goes" thought Chillaye; now
I'll have to sparkle the whole way"
I'm all ears. Was Clotilde at the
opera house last night?'
Yes"
with Du Ring?"
81 don't know. Perhaps he came after
I left went away early, you know.
I'm not used to getting up at daybreak,
and if you remember you said 'eignt
o'clock sharp"
"Ah! you're emphasizing sharp to
make me understand that L was late.
You're complaining of having to wait
few moments in the drawing-room-"
Il wouldn't complain if"
s'If?"
eff there had been any fire-but-"
''Oh, 1 beg your pardon! 1t must
have been forgotten in the hurry of
my departure. Were you very cold?"
Rather, thank you'll"
At this instant White Cat, startled at
an omnibus she had not made out in
the fog, and not pulled up promptly
enough by the stiffened hands of her
rider, came down on all tours, and
sprang up so wildly that Chillaye was
bit shaken.
'sMon Dieu!" cried Nine. de Nymbe,
''you almost lost your seat!"
''Not at ALL said Chillaye, annoyed.
eyes, you did. L saw you. l hope
you're not i'll. Don't you think it's nice
to go to Nice on horseback? Admit
that if you'd been alone you'd have
turned back already?"
''Ah ca! Certainly would never have
thought of riding to Nice by slow stages
alone; but with you, what wouldn't l
do? Dieu! How pretty you are this
morning-fresh, rosy, rested"
s'Not like you then, for you look"
'sAh. how do I look?" questioned
Chillaye, nervously, fearing for his al
ready contested prestige; Its true I'm
tired and
'You can rest tonight; go to bed
at eight if you like
''No, 1 don't like-I never can go to
sleep early"
"Well, it's pity, for 1 intend to re-
tire every night directly after dinner"
"Allons," reflected Chillaye, more and
more depressed; ''this little expedition
is not going to be very amusing, de-
cidedly."
They rode into wood.
''Where are we?" he asked. 81 looked
at military map before starting, and l
saw no wood on our road
cts the forest of-of Vile d'Av-
ray"
''How is that? Are we going to Nice
by way of Vile d'Avray?"
''Don't worry; l tell you Baptiste
knows the road. Don't you breathe
quite a new air?"
81 can't breathe at all in this smoth
ering fog"
''And then this wood is wilder than
the Bots de Boulogne-what a different
scent it has
Its not half so pretty as the Bots,
and the scent is that OF SCOT, just as in
all fogs."
'Are you less cold trotting?"
''No, my hands and feet are ICY"
"Why, have you got hands and feet
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