The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-09-07

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/ Superb as the play was, there was
something in the audience that en-
listed my attention even beyond the
splendid scenes, he#;beautiful faces,
on the boards. Thisewas where the SOL
der sat, stiff and stately, an old nous
tache, wearing foreign orders over a
threadbare coat, and having by this
side alittle figure, whose intent coun-
tenance, dnderneaths it's somewhat
shabby bonnet. reelected all the
changes of the play; she leaned for
ward, her chin resting. upon her hand,
and in so doing, revealed what was
a singular incongruity1of her appear
ance--a bracelet, which must have
been a costly antique heirloom. =
could discover, between the acts,
no one present who knew anything
of these two people-it seemed impos-
sible to find any means of making
their acquaintance. To all disbeliev-
ers in love at first sight, am living
contradiction; dared not trust my
fate to the chances of the street
where I might lose all traces. One
thing alone occurred to me and &C.
CURED again. I felt. conscious that
whoever lost such a thing as that
bracelet would use the uttermost ef-
fort to regain it; and, with that, plan
ned my campaign. 1Iforgot all about
the closing tableau, but left my seat
and slipped round to "a spot where, at
her exit, l should be brushed by the
garments Of this bewildering young
stranger, whose name was known
neither to myself nor to any of my &C.
quaintance within the four walls.
1t came at length-the tagging last
scene; then the tumult of applause
and of departure, and in the throng,
leaning on the arm of the old soldier,
she was gently moving by me. There
was only this thing to do-the shade
Of Chesterfield will look the other
| way, not countenancing, not condemn
ing. I set my foot on the hem of her
dress, by so much impeding her prog
ress, she put down her hand, with the
loose coils of the bracelet falling over
it, to lift the skirt; but ere she could
collect the fallen folds, the bracelet
had been adrOftly slipped off her wan
| dering hand, was hidden in my own,
| and she passed on.
am not a Theft do not uphold a
thief-though, so far, the appearances
| are certainly against me. Thus the
| next morning searched the columns
| of lost and found in the early issues,
| with some trepidation, be it said, lest,
after all, l had done the work too
| we'll, and should have the theft on my
hands-and surely enough there was
| the thing I soughtAfor who would
| lose an object like that and not ad-
vertise it?-and the lucky finder was
to apply at Z Vanderdecken Place
| and be handsomely rewarded. I in
tended to be handsomely rewarded.
! To proceed at once about my new
business would be a mistake; it would
| place me at too much disadvantage;
it would be possibly to miss seeing
! her, as late riser, or as an early
marketer; l waited till high noon,
since she would doubtless then be at
home in the hope of hearing from her
lost treasure. Meanwhile, I improved
my time by vigorous investigation
of the mysteries of Vanderdecken
| Place, ascertaining that one Gen.
| Rochejacqulein resided there, a SOL
| der of the ancient regime, who had
removed to this country under the
| heavy hand of the emperor's displeas-
ure, had dropped the aristocratic de-
| of his surname, the more thoroughly
| to democratize himself, which was
however, an impossible thing, and
with his only child supported barely
| respectable appearance on the rem
nant of a wrecked fortune.
A servant, who was plainly the only
one, and who must have accompan.
| led them in their Punishment, took
my card and inquiries at the door, in
| forming me gratuitously, in broken
speech, that mademoiselle had lost
| her decoration at the theater the pre-
ceding night; that she so seldom
went, and it was an event so cher
ished, that it was sad to have it mar
red by mishap, and ushered me
Herewith into her beautiful presence
| Mademoiselle Jacqueline sat before
/ the fire. The general was the
same old moustache-was grumbling
| ly reading the Courier des Etats Unis
The young lady looked up with a
heightened color. and expectant face
rising as she did so, and returning
| my bow with a sweeping, old-fashion
ed courtesy that was as irresistible as
| 1t was demure.
Not to neglect my opportunities,
made an opening for conversation by
| requiring a description of the lost
bauble, in order to identify it.
"Mademoiselle Rochejacquelein,'
cold thu e+,fe old oonoro1 r;e;,, q. cleo