The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1904-05-17
A JEWEL CASE

The GRAIN Won Blubberin (she was ar
Englishwoman who had once been or
: the music hall variety stage, and to her
Natal beauty the Graf had fallen a toe
susceptible victim when student OF the
Rev. Mr.. Bagges of Noting Hill, he af-
terward espousing her in lawful wedlock)
stood upon the platform of the Station
du Midi at Brussels. waiting tic, fn'er
the express to Paris. In the corridor
train, now ready to depart, her seat had
already been taken, her wraps were dis
posed above the rack. her jewel-case was
on the seat and her mai dPhoebe gazed
down on her mistress out of the lowered
window That mistress, after casting a
nervous glance up and down the plat
form, whispered to Phoebe:
Not sign of him; not a sign. What
ever can have become of him"
He's in the train somewhere. tell
you l saw him taking his ticket" re-
piled the caid, who, having once been a
trapezist who had broken her legs. and
was afterward only too glad to take the
place OF maid to ner old friend and
chum. De We're Mortimer. now the Grain
Won Blubberin, did not feel called upon
to testify any very great respect to her
except when in public. Then she added:
Where's the Graf?"
In the buffet, her mistress replied;
hes gone to get glass of beer
"Feepy." harsh, cultural voice said
at this moment behind that nymph. The
Graf had never quite mastered the pro-
nunciation of our consonants., in spite of
the excellent teachings of DIR. Bragges.
or the beautiful accents of his wife and
her friends-like herself. ancient artistes.
''Feepy. what are you looking out of the
f1nter vor? Do you want some one to
steal the chewel-gase!''
mo one will steal the jewel-case while
I'm here, Hoch Geboren," Phoebe replied,
getting out the respectful mouthful witt
difficulty. Trust me-"
Il could have stolen it." the Graf re-
piled. Then, pushing his hand out of the
window-by pushing "Feepy' aside-he
said, Come into the drain, Vvonne; it's
going TO start
Which the train did, and, being an ex-
press, few along at twenty-five miles an
hour on its way to Paris.
1t did not stop at any station-though
1t stopped between a good many,-until
1t reached Mons an hour or SO later, as
well hour behind time, so that the
Graf had plenty of opportunity to go to
the restaurant car and. after having had
two glasses of beer one of Kummel, and
then coffee and brandy, to go to sleep.
Meanwhile the Grain sat in her compart-
ment loking at the Raphael-Rossetti-
Phil May pictures in the Journal
A l,ot,i
enlivening sheets to Phoebe, whom she
carriage with her.
IF ne don't do it at Mons" she NUT
tered, 50 that the old French lady &C
by a Soeur de Charlie and an
idiotic daughter should not hear though /
hearing they would not have understood, |
where will he do it?''
Never fear. He'll do II right enough. |
There's ten minutes at Mons and twenty |
ut the frontier place. What do they call |
it-Feignes? My eye! what name. / /
tell you he's here. l sa whim through a |
whisky bottle out of a second-class win
dow, next carriage. and it hit one of the |
men on the line on the chest. Don't you
get nervous"
whatever shall l do?'
do! Fling it out yourself, or I win.
We mustn't be found OUT
Half an hour later the Grain, who |
had Travelled this road before, said to
Phoebe, who was also well acquainted |
with the route, owing to their frequent |
visits to Germany to the Crafts more or
less dilapidated Schloss, There's Mons.
do hope Bills ready. Mind and be
ready with the bag"
You bet" Phoebe.
Now at Mons the French lady and the
Soeur de Charlie, and, OF course. the
mbecile, began shuffling about in the
way which makes our fe}low travellers so
happy. since the performance is a sign
We are going to leave them in full pos
session of a carriage to themselves; and
II that ancient city out they went. being
net by two priests on the platform.
Then Phoebe let the window down
again. and sat with her arm on the jew
,l-case-which was poised on the mahog-
any frame of the lowered sash-in
manner over it. Here comes
BILL she said to her mistress. "Oh,
,ay he do look bad l expect he's got
mother bottle of whisky in that COM
Then she suddenly exclaimed, ''Oh,
,other," or something that sounded very
much like ii. For just as a man, dress
d more or less like respectable travel
ng servant, approached the outside of
he carriage. you might have said. had
'ou been there, was about to take the
III know, neither faquins nor servants
nay enter corridor carriages-the Crafts
dice was heard at the door of the COM
artment. There now, Feepy. There's
he pag on the fnter. just as if you want
d some on eto steal it. oh, you are
areless Girl
Its all right, Hoch Geboren,'' Phoebe
aid. No one will steal il from me-"
Put it on the vloor, and put your veet
n it," the Graf said Il wonder at YOU
'vonne. | do. indeed; when you know
70 got two tousand pounds of chewelery
4 it, too
I'm looking after 1t. You go and have
little sleepy by-bye till We set to the
dstom House"
ia wohl, A little zleepy py-pie. 1
WI. Only do be careful Friedrich der
'rosse gave the chewels to my great
randmother. because, he said, she was
uch good woman. Achieu till We ge,
D the vrontier," and he went OFF 10 the
estaurant car again.
Now we must get rid of it, Yvonne (;
shristened Mary ANN said 10 her old
ster-in-arms and present maid. as once
,ore the train rushed off on its wild ca
eer. even though We throw ii out OF 7
ne window Don't we cross a river
,mewhere about here Phoebe?i
NJ god me- NJ, H., Z. | :