Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 March 1884 — Page 7

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The republicans of tbe senatorial district composed of Hamilton and Tit)ton counties, met iu convention at Noblesville, yesterday, and nominated Charles C. Duncan on the second ballot.

Wm. Noll, No. 667 Central avenue Cincinnati, O., says. Having ed Dr D. D. Kremien's Augsburg Bret Tea with goods results, and I want exend it to others. I would not be ithut it GUMCK & Co., agents. t^fTLadies,

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Tbe house of Joseph Campbell, situated near Hardonsburg. was burned Mooday night. The tire is supposed to have been caused by an incendiary. Loss about $6,000, with no insurance.

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Henry Hamilton, one of the oldest, wealthiest and most highly respectsd farmers in Delaware county, died at bis home six miles from Muncie, of aboess of the liver, alter a "long and severe ill. ness.

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Alva Brown lorced an entrance into the room occupied by bis liancee, Alice 8mith, at the Ray bouse, at Shelby ville last night, and stabbed her three times. Tbe wounds are not fatal. Brown was' arrested and locked up

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AN IDYL.

[C. Buck in Tbe Manhattan] I saw her first on a day in spring, By tbe side of a stream, as I fished along* And lingered to hear the robins sing,

And guessed at the secret they told in song. Tha apple-blossoms, so white and red, Wem mirrored beneath in the streamlets flow And the sky was blue far overhead,

And far in the depths of the brook below. I lay half bid by a mossy stone And looked in the water for flower and sky. ., I heard a step—I was not alone

And the vision of loveliness met my eye.

I saw her come to the other side, And the apple-blossoms were not more fair She stooped to gaze in tbe sun-lit tide,

And her eyes met mine in the water there. She stopped in timid and mute surprise, And that look might have lasted till now,

I ween

But modestly dropping her dove-like eyes. She turned away to the meadow green. I stood in wonder and rapture lost

At her slender form and her step so free, At her raven locks by the breezes tossed, As she kicked up her heels in tbe air for glee.

The apple blossoms are withered now. But tbe sky, and the meadow, and stream are there And whenever wander that way I vow

That some day I'll buy me that little black mare.

MLLE. ISALINE.

{Belgravia.]

Isaline was one of those pretty, plump, laughing-eyed, dimple-cheeked, dark little girls that you hardly ever see anywhere outside the Pays de Vaud. It was almost impossible to look at her without smiling I'm sure it was.quite impossible for her to look at anyone else and not smile at them. She wore the prettiest little Vaudois caps you ever saw in your life and she looked so coquettish in them that you must have been very hard-hearted indeed if you did not straightway fall head over ears iu love with her at first sight. Besides, she had been to school at Lausanne, add spoke such pretty, delicate, musical French. Now, my good mother thought badly of my French accent and when I told her I meant to spend a summer month or two in Switzerland, she said to me,

do hope, Charlie

dear, you will miss no opportunity of conversing with the people, and improving yourself in colloquial French a little." I am certainly the most dutiful of sons, and I solemnly assure you that, whenever I was not fishing or climbing, I missed no opportunity whatsoever of conversing with pretty little Isaline. "Mile. Isaline," I s&id on this particular afternoon, "I should much like a cup of tea can Sara bring me one out here in the garden?" "Perfectly, monsieur I will bring out the little table on to the grass plot," said Isaline. "That will arrange things for you much more pleasantly." "Not for worlds," I said, running in to get it myself. But Isaline had darted into the house before me, and brought it out with her own white little bands on to the tiny lawn. Then she went in again, and soon reappearefl with a Japanese tray—bought at Montreux specially in my honor—and a set of' the funniest little olrl China tea things ever beheld In a London bnc-a-brac cabinet. "Won't you sit and take a cup with me, mademoiselle?" I asked. "Ma foi, monsieur," answered tsaline, blushing again, "I have nevpr tasted any Except as pihisane. But you other English drink it so, don't you? I will try it for the rest one learns always."

I poured her out a cup and creamed it with some of that delicious Vaudois cream (no cream in the world so good as what you get in the Pays de Vaud—you see I am an enthusiast for my adopted country—but that is anticipating matters), and handed it over to her for her Approval. She tinted it with a little moue. English women don't make the moue, so, though I like sticking to my mother tongue, I confess my inability to translate the word "Br-r-r-r," she said. "Do you English like that stuff? Well, one must accommodate one's self .to it, I suppose." And to do her justice, she proceeded to accommodate herself to it with such distinguished success that she asked me soon for another cup, and drank it off without even a murmur. "And this M. Claud?, then," I asked "he is a friend of yours? Eh?" "Passably," she answered, coloring slightly. "You see, we have not much society at Les Pentes. He oomes from the normal school at Geneva. He is instructed, a man of edae&tion. We see few such here. What would you have?" She said it apologetically, as though she thought she was bound to excuse herself for having made M. Claude's acquaintance. "But you like him very much?" "Like him? Well, yes I liked him always well enough. Bat be is too haughty. He gives himself airs. To-day he is angry with me. He has no right to be angry with me." "Mademoiselle," I said, "have you ever read our Shakespeare?" "Oh, yes, in English I have read him. I can read English well enough, though I speak but a little." "And you have read tbe 'TempestP 7 "Howl Ariel, Ferdinand, Miranda, Caliban? Ob, yes. It is beautiful" "Well, mademoiselle," I said, "do you remember how Miranda first saw Ferdinand?"

She smiled and blushed again—she was such a little blusher. "I know what you would say," she said. "You English are blunt. You talk to young ladies so strangely." "Well, Mile. Isaline, it seems to me that you at Les Pentes are like Miranda on the island. You see nobody and there is nobody here to see you. You must not go and fall in love, like Miranda, with the very first man you may happen to meet with, because he comes from the normal school at Geneva. There are plenty of men in the world, believe me, besides M. Claude." "Ah, but Miranda and Ferdinand both loved one another," said Isaline, archly, "and they were married, and both lived happily ever afterward." I saw at once she was trying to pique me. "How do you know that?" I asked. "It doesn't say so in the play. For all I know, Ferdinand lost the crown of Naples through a revolution, and went and settled down at a country school at Savoy or somewhere and took to drinking, and became brutally unsociable, and made Miranda's life a toil and a burden to her. At any rate, I'm sure of one thing, he wasnt worthy of her."

What made me go on in this stupid way? I'm sure I dont know. I certainly didnt mean to marry Isaline myself at least, sot definitely and yet when you are sitting down at tea on a rustic garden seat, with a Dretfcv jrfrl in a charming white1

a uupeo' cap oesrae you, ana you get a cnancw of ink«uating that other fellows dont think quite as much of her as yon do, it isnt human feature to let slip the opportunity of insinuating it "Bnt you dont know M. Claude," said Isaline, practically, "and so you cant tell whether he is worthy of me or not" "I am perfectly certain," I answered, "that he can't be, even though he were a very paragon of virtue, learning, and manly beauty." "If monsieur talks in ttfat way," said Isaline, "I shall have to go back at once to mamma." "Wait a moment," I said, "and I will talk however you wish me. You know, you agree to give me instruction in conversational French. That «atu rally includes lessons iu conversation with ladies of exceptional personal attractions. I must practice for every possible circumstance of life. So you have read Shakespeare, then. And any other English books?" "Oh, many. Scott, and Dickens, and all, except Byron. My papa says a young lady must not read Byron. But 1 have read what he has said of our lake in a book of extracts. It is a great pleasure to me to look down among tbe vines and chestnuts there and to think that our lake, which gleams so blue and beautiful below, is the most famous in poetry of all lakes.. Ton know Jean-Jacques says: 'Mon lac est le premier,' and so it is." "Then you have read Jean-Jacques, too?" "Oh, mon Dieu, no. My papa Says a young lady must especially not read JeanJacques. But I know something about him —so much as is convenable. Hold here! do you see t&at clump of trees down there by the lake, just above Clarens! That is Julie's ive—'de bosquet de Julie' we call it. There i't a spotj|long the lake that is not thus lous, that has not its memories and its •oeaeiations. It is for that that I conMnat enoose ever to ieaw The aear old rays cm Vaud."# "You wotild not like to lire in England, then?" I asked. (What a fool I was, to be sure.) "Oh, ma foi, fto. That would make one too much shiver, with your chills, and your fogs, and your, winters. I could not 6tand it It is cold here, but at any rate it is sunny. Well, at least, it would not be pleasant But, after all, that depends. You have the sun, too, sometimes, dont you?" "Isaline!" cried madame from the Window, "I want you to come and help me pick over tbe gopseberries!" And, to say the truth, I thought it was quita tjyne she should go

A week later I met M. Claudet He was a very nice young fellow there was not a doubt of that. He was intelligent, well educated, manly, with all the honest, sturdy, independent Swiss nature clearly visible in his frank, bright open face. I have seldom meta man whom I liked better at first sight than M. Claude, and after he had gone away I felt more than a little ashamed of myself to think that I had been half trying to steal away Valine's heart from this good fellow, without really having any deliberate design upon it myself. It began to strike me that I had been doing a very dirty, shabby thing. "Charlie, my boy," I saii to myself, as I sat fishing with bottom bait and dangling my legs over the edge of the pool, "you've been flirting With this pretty little Swiss girl and what's worse, you've been flirting in a bad sort of way. She's got a lover of her own and you've been trying to make her feel dissatisfied with him for no earthly reason. You've taken advantage of your position and your fancied London airs and graces to run down by implication a good fellow, who really loves her, and would probably make her an excellent husband, Dont let this occur again, sir." And having thus virtuously resolved, of course I went away and flirted with Isaline next morning as vigorously as ever.

During the following fortnight M. Claude same often, and I could not disguise from myself the fact that M. Claude did not quite like me. This was odd, for I liked him very muc'.i. I suppose he took me for a potential vul rnou are so jealous wheu they are in love. ]Jasldos, I observed that Isaline tried not to be thrown too much with him alone tried to include me in tbe party whenever 3be went with him. Also, I will freely con* fess that I felt myself every day more fond of Isaline's society, and I half fancied I caught myself trepidating a little inwardly now and then when she happened to come up to me. Absurd to be so susceptible, but such is man.

One lovely, day about this time I set out once more to try my hand (or rather my feet) alone upou the Aigtiille. Isaline put me up a nice little light lunch in my knapsack, and insisted upon seeing that my alpenstock was firmly shod, and my pedestrian boots in due climbing order. In fact, she loudly lamented my perversity in attempting to make the ascent without a guide and she must even needs walk with me as far as the little bridge over the torrent beside the snow line, to point me out the road the guides generally took to the platform at the summit For myself, I was a practiced m&untaineer, and felt no fear for the result. As I left her for the ice, she stood along time looking and waving me the right road with her little pocket-handker-chief while as long as I could hear her voice she kept on exhorting me to be very careful. "Ah, if monsieur would only have taken a guide You don't kpow how dangerous that little Aiguille really is."

The sun was shining brightly on the snow, tbe view across the valley of the Rhone toward the showy Alps beyond was exquisite, and the giants of the Bernese Oberland stood out in gloriously brilliant outline on the other side against the clear blue summer sky. I went on alone, enjoying myself hugely inmy own quiet fash'on, and watching Isaline as she made her way slowly along the green path, looking around often and again until she disappeared in the shadow of the pine wood that girt around the tiny village. On, further still, up, and up and up, over soft snow for the most part, with very little ice, till at last, after three hours' hard climbing, I stood on the very summit of the pretty Aiguille. It was not very high, but it commanded a magnificent view on either side— the Alps on one hand, the counterchain of the Oberland on the other, and the blue lake gleaming and glowing through all its length in its green valley between them. There I sat down on the pure snow in the glittering sunlight, and ate the lunch that Isaline had provided for me with much gusto. Unfortunately, I also drank the pint of white wine from the head of tbe lake— Yvorne, we call it, and I grow it now.in my own vineyard at Pic de la Baume—but that is anticipating again as good a light wine as you will get anywhere in Europe in these depressing days of blight and phylloxera. Now, a pint of vin du vays is not too much under ordinary circumstances for a strong young man in vigorous health, doing a hard day's muscular work with legs, arms and sinews bnt mountain air is thin and exhilarating iu itself, and it lends a point to a half-bottle Yvorne which the wine's own body does not by any means possess. I dont mean to say so much b'ght wine does any one positive harm but it. makes one more care*

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less ana easy-going gives o*» a saise sense ox security, and entiees on* into paying leas, heed to one's footsteps or to saspickMiSKlooking bite of doubtful ice.

Well, after lunch I took a good look at theview with my field-glass, and when I turned it toward Les Pentes I could make out our farm-house distinctly, and even saw Tsaline standing on the balcony looking toward the Aiguille. My heart jumped a little when 1 thought that she was probably looking at me. Then I wound my way down again, not by retracing my steps, bnt by trying a new path, Jrhicfeseemed to me a more practicable one. It was not the one Isalihe pointed out but it appeared to go more directly,' and to avoid one or two of the very worst rough-and-tumble pieces.

I was making my way back, merrily enough, when suddenly I happened to step on a little bit of loose ice, which slid beneath my feet in a very uncomfortable manner. Before I knew where I was I felt myself sliding rapidly on, with tbe ice clinging to my heel, and while I was. vainly trying to dig my. alpenstock into a firm snow-bank, I became conscious for a moment of a sort of dim, indefinite blank. It was followed by a sensation of empty space, and then I knew I was foiling over the edge of something.

Whrrr, whrrr, whrrr went the air at my ear for a moment and the next thing I knew was a jar of pain, and a consciousness of being enveloped in something very soft. The jar took away all other feeling for a few seconds I only knew I was stunned and badly hurt After a time I began to be capable of trying to realise the position, and when I opened my eyes and looked around me I recognised that I was lying on my back and that there was a pervading sensation of whiteness everywhere about In point of fact I was buried in snow. I tried to move and get on my legs again, but two things Tery effectually prevented me. In the fint pldce I could not stir my legs without giving myself the most intense painln my spine and in-the second place, when I did titb them I brought them into contact on the one hand with a solid wall of rook, and on the other hand with vacant snace. or at least with Tar* soft snow unsupported tf a rocky bottom. Gradually, by feeling aboat with my arms, I began elactly to realise the gravity of the position. I had fallen over a precipice, and had lighted on a snow-covered ledge, half way down. My back was very badly hurt, and I dared not struggle up on to my legsfor fear, of falling off the ledge again on the other side. Besides, I was half smothered in the snow, and even if anybody ever came to look for me (which they would not probably do till to-morrow) they would not be able to. see me, because of tbe deep-covering drifts. If I was'not extricated that night I should probably freeze to death before morning, especially after my pint of wine. "Confound that Yvorne!" I said to myself savagely, "If ever I get out oif this scrape ^ball never touch a drop of the stuff againts long as 1 live." I regret to say that I have since broken that solemn promise twice daily for the past three years.

My one hope was that Isaline might possibly be surprised at my delay in returning, and might send out one of the guides to find ine.

So there I lay along tim unable even to get out of the snow, and with evetfr movement causing me a horrid pain in my injured back. Still, I kept on moving my legs every now and then to make the pain shoot and so prevent myself from feeling drowsy. The snow half suffocated me, and I could only breathe with difficulty. At last, slowly, I began to lose consciousness, and presently I suppose I fell asleep. To fall asleep' in the snow is the first stage of freezing to death.

III.

Noises above me, I think, on the edge of the precipice. Something coming'down, oh, how slowly. Something comes and fumbles about a yard or so away. Then I crmout feebly, and the something approaches^M. Claude's hearty voice calls out cheerily, "Enfin, le voila," and I am saved.

They let dcwn ropes and pulled me up to the top of the little craig, clumsily, so as to cause me great pain, and then three men carried 'me home to the farm-house on a stretcher. M. Claude was one of the three, tiie others were laborers from the village. "How did you know I was lost, M. Clattdef I asked feebly as they* carried me along on the level.

He did not answer for a moment then he said, rather gloomily, in German: "The fraulein was watching you with a telescope from Les Pentes." He did not say Fraulein Isaline, and I knew why at once he dont wish the other carriers to know what he was talking about "And she told you?" I said in German, too. "She sent me.* I did not come of my own accord. I came under orders." He spoke sternly, hissing out his gutturals in an angry voice. "M. Claude," I said, "I have done very wrong, and I owe you gratitude for it I will leave Les Pentes and the fraulein tomorrow, or at least as soon as I can safely be moved."

He shook his head bitterly. "It is no use now," he answered with a sigh. "The fraulein does not wish for me. I have asked her and she has refused me. And she has been watching you up and down the Aiguille the whole day with a telescope. When she saw you had fallen she rushed out like one distracted, and came to tell me at the school in the villagei It is no use—yon have beaten me." "M. piaude," I said, "I will plead for you. I have done you wrong, and I ask your forgivonness." "I owe you no ill-will," he replied in his honest, straightforward Swiss manner. "It is not your fault if you have fallen in love with her. How could any man help it? Living in the same house with ber, too! Allonsl" he went on in French, resuming his alternative tongue (for he spoke both equally), "we must get on quick and send for the doctor from Gilon to see you."

By the time we reached the farm-house I had satisfied myself that there was nothing very serious the matter with me after all. The soft snow had broken the force of the conpussion. I had strained my spine a good deal and hurt the tendons of the thighs and back, but had not broken any bones nor injured any vital organ. So when they laid me on the old-fashioned sofa in my little sittingroom, lighted afire in the wide hearth, and covered me over with a few rugs, I felt comparatively happy and oomf ortable under the circumstances. The doctor was sent for in hot haste, but on his arrival he confirmed my own view of tbe case, and declared I only needed rest and quiet and a little arnica.

I was rather distressed, however, when madame came to me an hour later, and assured me that she and monsieur thought I ought to be moved down as soon as possible into more comfortable apartments at Lausanne, where I could secure better attendance. I saw in a moment what that meant they wanted to get me away from Isaline. "There are no more comfortable quarters in all Switzerland, I am sure, madame," I said but madame was inflexible. Thsxe was an English .doctor at Lausanne,

ana to .uansanne aceorcongiy i« muse gw Evidently, it had just begun to strike those two good, simple people that Isaline and I could just conceivably manage to fall In love with one another.

Might I ask tar

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Isaline to bring me

up a cup of tea? Yes, Isaline would bring it in a minute. And when she came in, those usually laughing Mack eyes obviously red with cryiag, I felt my heart sink within me when I thought of my promise to H. Claude while I began to be vaguely conscious that I was really and truly vary much in love with pretty little Isaline on my own account

She laid the tray on the small table by the seta, and was going to leave the room immediately. "Mile. Isaline," I Mid, trying to raise myself, and falling back again in pain, "won't you dt with me a little while? I want to talk with you." "My mamma said I most come away at once," Isaline replied demurely. ."She is without doubt busy and wants my aid." And she turned to go toward the door. "Ob, do come back, mademoiselle," I cried, raising myself again and giving myself, oh, such a wrench in the spine "don't you see how much it hurts me to sit up?"

She turned back, indecisively, and

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in the big chair just beyond the table, handing me the cup and helping me to cream and sugar. I plunged at onoe in media* ns. "You have been crying, mademoiselle," I saidt "and I think I can guess the reason. M. Claude has told me something about it He has asked you for your hand and you have refused him.. Is it not sof This was a bit of hypocrisy on my part, I confess, fori knew what she had been crying about perfectly but I wished to be loyal toM. Claude,

Isaline blushed and laughed. "I do not cry for M. Claude," she said. *1 may have other matters of my own to cry about But M. Claude is very free with his confidences if he tells sneh things to a stranger." "Listen to me, Mile, halme/' I said, "Your father and mother hate asked me to leave hare to-morrow and go down to Lausanne. I shall probably never see you again. But before I go I want to plead with you for M. Claude. He has saved my life, and I owe him much gratitude. He loves you he ts a brave man, a good man, a true and earnest man why will you not marry him? I feel sore he is a noble fellow, and he will make you a tender husband. Will you not think better ef your decision-? 1 can not bear to (eav% Les Pentes till I knew that you have toade him happy.** "Truly?" "Truly." "And you go away to-morrowF i.'v,. "Yes, to-morrow." "Oh, monsieur!"

There isnt much in those two words but they may be pronounced with a good deal of difference in the intonation, and Isalino's intonation did not leave one in much doubt as tohow she used them. Her eyes filled again with tears, and she half started up to go. Ingrate and wretch that I was, forgetful of my promise to M. Claude, my eyes filled responsively, and I jumped to catch her and keep her from going, of course at the expense of another dreadful wrench to my poor back. "Isaline," I cried, unconsciously dropping the mademoiselle, and letting her see my brimming eyelids far too obviously. "Isaline, do wait awhile, I implore you, I beseech you! I have something to say to you."

She seated herself onoe more in the big chair. "Well, mon pauvre monsieur," she cried, "what is it?" "Isaline," I began, trying it over again, "why won't you marry M. Claude?" "Oh, that again. Well," answered Isaline boldly, "because I do not love him, and I love somebody else. Yorf should not ask a young lady about these matters. In Switzerland we do not think it comme il faut" "But," I went on, "why do you not love M. Claude? He has every good quality, and—" "Every good quality, and—he bores me," answered Isaline. "Monsieur,"

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archly, "you were asking me the other day what books I had read in English. Well, I have read Longfellow. Do you remember Miles Standish?"

I saw what she was driving cjt and laughed in spite of myself. "Yes," I said, "1 know what you mean. When John Alden is pleading with Priscilla on behalf of Miles Standish, Priscilla cuts him Bhort by saying—"

Isaline finished the question herself in her own pretty clipped English, "Why dont you speak for yourself, John?"

I laughed. She laughed. We both looked at one another, and the next thing I remember was that nad, drawn down Isaline's plump little face close to mine, and was kissing it vigorously, ip spite'of an acute darting pain at each kiss all along my spine and into my marrow-bones. Poor M. Claude was utterly forgotten.

Before many days my mother came to hand duly, and, though her social prejudices were just a trifle shocked at first by the farm-house, with its hams and maize, which I had found so picturesque, I judged rightly that Isaline would soon make an easy conquest of her. My mother readily admitted that my accent had improved audibly to thenaked ear that Isaline's manners were simply perfect that slie was a dear, pretty, captivating little thing, and that on the whole she saw no objection, save one possible one, to my marriage. "Of course, Charlie," she said, "the Clairons are Protestants because otherwise I could never think of giving my consent"

Happily, as it turned out, the Clairons were Reformed, and so my mother's one objection fell to the ground immediately. M. Clairon's inquiries were also satisfactory and the final result was Isaline and I were to be quietly married before the end of the summer. Tbe good father had a nice little vineyard estate at Pic de la Baume, which he proposed I should undertake to cultivate, and my mother wanted to see us installed in one of the prettiest little toy chalets to be seen anywhere at thfe Villeneuve end of the lovely lake. A happier or sweeter bride than dearest Isaline I defy tbe whole world, now or ever, to produce.

From the day of our wedding, almost, Isaline made it the business of her life to discover a fitting wife for good M. Claude, and in the end she succeeded in discovering, I will freely admit (for Isaline is not jealous), the second prettiest and Acond nicest girl in the whole Pays de Vaud. And what is more/she succeeded also in getting M. Claude to fall head over ears in love with her at first sight to propose to her at the end of a week, and to be accepted with effusion by Annette herself, and with coldness by her papa, who thought the question of means a trifle unsatisfactory. But Isaline and I arranged that Claude* should come into

partnership

our

vine

yard business on easy terms, and give up schoolmastering forever and the consequence is that he and his wife have now got the companion chalet to ours, and between our two local connections, in Switzerland and England, we are doing one of the best trades in the new export wine traffic of any firm along the lake. jsesoluuon oy tne miners or Alene, Idaho: "Not a Chinaman shall ever enter the diggings unless he climbs a tree, with one end of a lariat over a limb." .'•JS*

CHAPTER II.

fContlnued.1

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