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RETROSPECT.
I see nrain rhe sudden fleck
Ot Ktinshint* on her dusky hair,
The round young curves of throat and neck.
The fad ed gown sue used to wear.
I feel her timid hand grow cold
Within my own . ;. 1 hear
Her shy. sweet whisper as of old
“No. not good by' Atif wiedersehen !"
The gnarled, gray apple trees, astir
With little winds, let fall a rain
Of pink} Wiwm nil over her.
II me stepping Oiro’ the long green lane.
The thrush pipes noisily, and sec!
She pauses with a wistful smile
To wave a last farewell to me.
Still lingering by the trysting stile.
Ah. sweetheart: that was years ago,
And Time soon taught us to be wise.
To laugh at Love s poor, painted show,
And look ; ; hit'** whli clearer eyes.
I joined long since the cynic crowd,
Vou in a palace overseas, *
A silken beauty, pale and proud,
Have no such memories as these.
And yet, somehow, I'd like to be
A fool again, and just live thro’
The days when you believed in me,
And I, poor lad, b<#ieved in you I
—M. El W.
OLD lill LX.
Tho Battle of the Flowers, tlio first act
in tho Carnival drama at Nice, was at its
height Not entirely 2 bloodless battle,
as Harry Prescott's nose testified, hit by
the stem end of a bunch- of box and be
drag ;!eJ giily flower.
Saucy, audacious Lady Carriston held her
handkerchief to one eye, but tho other
was wickedly unabashed as usual, and she
seemed in a fair way to avengo her in
juries by the vigor with which she sent
volleys of stocks, hyacinth and narcissus
polemel© into the passing carriages, the
crowd, the tribune, and even into the re
spectable midst of tho municipal jury.
In the crowded tribune, lavishly decor
ated with red calico, garlands, and flags
of all nations, a thin young man, with a
grand protilo, sat with a half emptied
basket of pale Parma violets on his knees.
In the long procession of gayly adorned
carriages, he had eyes for one only, a
dainty little Victoria transformed into a
fragrant bower of mimosa and mauve
hyacinths. It enshrined an elderly lady
and an exceedingly pretty girl in white
cashmere and pale gray fur, tho latter
toeing her bouquets, and avoiding tho
strokes of those thrown en revanche,
with charming grace and vivacity. Al
though her aim was no surer than that of
most of her sex, many of her pansies
found their way into the garrison of the
young man with the lamed.nose, porceiv
ing which he, with ecstatic delight,
squandered more than one gold piece upon
roses and violets with which ho talced tho
Victoria fore and aft.
Asa farewell burst of music and a cold
wind creeping up from the sea announced
that the revel was over Mr. Sydney Neal,
of the statuesque features, was in a state
of mind to feel no astonishment had a
rosy cloud descended to whisk his goddess
away to her native Elysian fields. As she
seemed about to take her departure from
the promenade like ordinary mortals, Mr.
Neal collared a gamin picking up bouquets
from under the horses’ heels, and bade
him follow the Victoria out of the throng,
and report the hotel at which it set down
its precious”freight.
“Avenue Victor Hugo, No. 53,” an
nou need the young waif half an hour
later, his eyes big as saucers at the un
usuai sight of a five franc piece in his
grimy palm.
The Misses Bynner, plain, elderly and
eminently prudent in deportment and
style of dress, cudgeled their well bal
ance ; brains for the next three days to
understand why a well dressed, distin
guished looking young gentleman found
the contemplation of their garden and
front v inflows so particularly engrossing.
Alas! for the carelessness of street Arabs
the world over—this young valet of Mr
Neal’s selection had followed home tho
wrong carriage, a discovery which plunged
that gentleman iuto the deepest despair.
Doubtless while he was making a fool of
himself staring the Bynner establishment
out of countenance his divinity had spread
her wings and vanished to parts unknown.
In vain lie searched for her on the prome
nade, at the Casino, at Monte Carlo and
all the rallying places of fashionable idle
ness Try as lje might to forgot them,
the girl’s lovely brown eyes haunted him
with their half mocking, half caressing
winsomeness Wakia-g or sleeping, he
saw only her graceful, slender iigure in
its soft, white dress, enthroned in fra
grant masses of flowers. Find her again
he must, and break the spell she had cast
about him, or become her willing bond
slave for life, if she so wished And yet
how could he hope to find her, not even
knowing her name? The thought was
maddening
* " * * * *• *
“Aunt Helen, let us do the Corniche
road to-morrow if it is fineY” said Miss
Margery Moore, the object of Mr. Neal’s
intemperate ad miration.
“Oh. Margery dear, not during Carnival
week! \ou have no idea of what prices
these rascally coachmen ask now, and
such tricks they play upon us poor for
eigners Carnival time excuses every
thing, you know Why, Lady Bellaby
told me her donkey man made her pay
double fare for going up Monte Fabbro,
and then winked at the donkey and made
him lie down till she promised to pay
three francs pourboire to have him en
couraged target up. Everybody says it is
very imprudent to go anywhere till next
wee a.
“People always have a great deal too
much to say about affairs not their own,
and Lady Lellaby is always floundering
among breakers where othor people find
only smooth sailing.” replied Miss Moore,
with decision “Procrastination is such a
mistake; we have put off this trip dozens
of times, and I mean to go to-morrow or
never.”
“Very well: if you insist we will go,
but I think it very imprudent for two
ladies alone to take such a trip during the
one lawless week of tko year.”
“Nobody is so safo as the unprotected
female abroad, my dear aunt; the whole
world feels itself in duty bound to take
care of her. Trust to mo and you will
come to no harm.”
* a * * *
Mr. Sydney Neal, feeling that a canter
over the hills in the delicious February
sunshine might calm liis troubled spirits.
betoOk himself to the remise of Aristide
Jclieceur & Son to engage a horse. At the
door of this establishment, patronized by
the elite of Nice, Mr. Neal became aware
of a furious palpitation of his heart and a
sudden weakness at his knees. Issuing
forth from the aesthetically furnished saile
d’attente lie beheld the vision of his
dreams, his goddess Flora, with a great
bunch of carnations in one and a
Directoire parasol in the other. She gave
Mr. Neal a swift, comprehensive glance
which seemed to the credulous young
man to speak volumes; she remembered
him, and was glad that fate brought them
together again, if only for a brief mo
j meet.
"Remember, 10 o’clock promptly tn.
j morrow morning. Monsieur Jolicceur,*’
said the young lady, as sbe stepped out
into the* bright sunshine.
"Without fail, madame; you may al
ways trust the promises of Aristide Joli
eamr, your humble servant,” replied the
horsey Adonis, with his hand on his stom
ach ami a ravishing smile tilting up tho
ends of his waxed mustache. "Ah! these
American ladies; they are indeed angels
of loveliness,” the remise proprietor con
tinued, as Miss Moore and her companion
disappeared through the massive stone
gateway "Such grace, such esprit, and
so well bred! None of the petty bicker
ing over a fair price that people of other
nations permit themselves.”
This eulogy was uttered for Mr Neal’s
benefit, whom the master of the remise
regarded with benignant suavity, know
ing that he had egregiousiy cheated two
of the handsome young stranger’s coun
trymen. and scenting further prey in this
third representative of the rich republic.
"These ladies. Mine. Lee and her
charming niece, are going to drive to
Mentone to-morrow, over tho Corniche
road I hope they will have a fine day.
Paolo shall take them over by the lower
road and return by the Col du Tigre
There is still snow up there, but to-mor
row’s sun will melt it, and it will be sale
enough for the return trip.”
"You are a garrulous, specious old ras
cal,” Mr. Neal concluded, mentally; "but
I’m immensely obliged to you for your in
formation.” Then, after agreeing to an
extortionate price for his horse tho follow
ing day, lie took his departure in the wake
of tho fair bearer of the carnations.
Tho next morning at 10 o’clock sharp a
roomy barouche drawn by a well condi
tioned pair of white horses drew up be
fore tho Hotel des Palmiers. A dignified
looking oid coachman occupied the box,
with a 10 year old boy hunfbly ensconced
among the horse blankets at hi.s feet.
Mrs Ix:a and Miss Moore made them
selves thoroughly comfortable in this
vehicle, and set off upon their drive over
the magniiiceut highway, for the building
of which the world owes a lasting debt of
gratitude to the Corsican hero
"Now, you dear, croaking old thing,
confess that you are glad 1 persuaded you
to come today,” said pretty Margery, pat
ting her aunt’s plump, white hand coax
ingiy.
"One should not sing before one has
fairly entered the woods.” replied the
elder lady, oracularly.
"You are really incorrigible, aunt.
What more could you desire? We have
good, gentle looking horses with sound
legs; a patriarchal coachman with sobriety
and honesty graven on his serene brow;
and the weather —could anything be more
perfect? Look at that gentian blue sky,
and tho violet and pale green shades in
the sea; and the grim gray ribs of the
rocks, and the snow on the mountains
beyond, and —oil, everything!”
The giri’s eyes and cheeks glowed with
this purest, most of healthful pleasures—
the enjoyment of an exquisite, varying
landscape seen for the first time. The
angry, volcanic crags peering over into
the placid, deep blue sea, the silvery
pallor of the olives contrasting with the
dark, polished green of the fig trees; the
daring sweeps of the road leading along
t iie stony spine of the mountains. Quaint
little villages clinging like a collection of
wasps’ nests to the rocks; vehicles of all
sorts, picturesque and elegant, passing to
and fro. Here, a tiny, tinkling donkey
laden with green and yellow crockery
jars, there, the four horse break whisk
ing its load of curious strangers over to
taste the fascination of Monte Carlo.
At the first descent of any importance
Jeannot, the little boy, jumped down
from the box and applied a primitive but
effective drag to the wheels—a pair of old
shoes tied to stout ropes.
“I bplieved that young person was
brought along solely for ornament; 1 see
now that 1 was mistaken,” said Margery,
with a g*ay laugh at the shockingly bad
old shoes.' It was so easy to laugh this
brilliant, invigorating morning
After luncheon at Mentone, in a pretty
garden close to the sea, they began the
homeward journey over the highest, part
of the road so appropriately named, cling
ing to the serrat ed rock as a cornice fol
lows the irregularities of a dent at ed roof.
Always higher, past the village of Rocca
Bruna, said to have slipped down en
masse from a plateau above to its present
position. Past Esa, with its melancholy
cluster of deserted cottages. Here and
there the ruins of a fortress perched
proudly aloft as an eagle’s nest. At La
Turbie, the tower built ages ago for the
worship of Jupiter. Jeannot clambered
down again, and, pulling off his cap,
loosening at the same time a crop of
glossy, dark curls, bade the ladies good
night. Here, a branch road led away
from the sea, over the Ooi du Tigre, with
a view over a white world ui snowy
mountains. Though carefully mended
and kept, after the manner of all French
roads, this branch was rarely used except
for return carriages to Nice, the slope be
ing a long, steep pull for upward bound
horses.
The dusk and quiet of evening became
very impressive among these oilent
heights, ami Margery drew closer to her
aunt in vague distrust of the deepening
shadows. Patches of half incited snow
began to appear ou each. side of the way 7 ;
not a living creature was in sight, or
sound audible, save for the occasional
whir of a bird’s wings.
* * * * ■:>
Alas, for Mr. Neal’s plan for a cantor
over to Mentone v discreet outrider to
the object of his silent devotion, Miss
Margery Moore. The horse promised
him for the occasion was brought home
lame, and owing to the press of the car
nival season, another animal such us Mr.
Neal required was not forthcoming.
“A power o’ worrit with bosses and men
just now.” said the English hostler at tho
Jolicmur stables, in reply to Mr. Neal’s
strong language when he found his plan
defeated. “I would not be surprised if
the padrouo sent out old Brix with a faro,
after all.”
“Who the deuce is old Brix?”
“The best driver in the whole maritime
Alps region, but he is getting prett y old
now. Ho has driven over the road be
tween Nice and Mentone for a matter of
forty years or more, and knows every inch
of the way as well as ho knows the in
side of his snuffbox. He is still as safe as
a church, but there is a kind of prejudice
against him because since tho past five
years he has been stone blind.”
“Rather a drawback in a Jehu, particu
larly if his horses happened to be frisky.”
“If I was a party of fidgety old women,”
continued Mr. Toggery, with solemn em
phasis, “I would rather trust myself,with
old Brix, blind eyes and all, than with the
usual hail tipsv rogue who tells a pack of
lies about tho locality, and goes to sleep
on tho homestretch—but you can’t make
those old women think so.”
“No, 1 fancy not,” assented Mr. Neal.
“I you want a good horse, sir, you are
sure to find one at Martdry; go there by
train, ride across the valley and up over
the Col du Tigre—it’s a pretty bit ol
country ”
"I might meet her on the way home.”
thought Mr Neal, as he took leave of
Mr Toggery and tjie remise
* * * * * *
"I wish there were not so many holes
and caves in the rocks,” said Margery;
“they are such convenient hiding places
for brigands ”
“Try to think and talk of something a
little more cheering, my dear,” said Mrs
Lee. whose mantle of timidity seemed to
have fallen on Margery’s shoulders.
At that moment there was a sudden
roar like thunder, and a huge piece of
rock, dislodged from the mountain above,
came crashing down upon the road, it
stopped not tifty yards ahead of the car
riage. making a formidable barrier where
the space was too narrow to turn back
with safety.
The ladies screamed, the frightened
horses hung back trembling and restive,
while the old man urged them forward
close upon the great block of stone.
"Margery, is the old fellow mad? He
seems to be frying deliberately to upset
us!” said Mrs Lee. half under her breath.
"Stop! stop! not a step further, or you
will have us all over the precipice!” cried
Margery, seizing the coachman’s arm.
Never till the day of their death will
those two women forget me horrified ex
pression of that white baked old man as
he turned his face toward them and said,
in awestruck tones;
"Madame, for God’s sako tell me what
to do; I am stone blind, and I cannot see
the danger before us. The good Lord for
give me for risking your lives ”
It was indeed a trying situation; to ad
vance was impossible, and to turn back a
great danger for a blind man and two
frightened women. No human being nor
habitation was in sight; darkness was
descending, and help hardly possible
from other carriages at so late an hour.
"What shall we do?” was the mute ap
peal in the eyes of the three unfortunates.
To spend the night on the mountain, in
tho intense cold, without food and in dan
ger from highway marauders was a
dreary prospect.
"Oh, that I bad been willing to stay
quietly at home during carnival week!”
cried Margery, dolefully
“Iloiv dared you run such a great risk
in undertaking to drive us down the
mountain when you cannot see an inch
before your face?” asked Mrs. Lee, inuig
nantly, of the now abject old man.
“Lady, 1 earnestly beg your pardon,
undeserving though 1 am. The fault is
all mine; M. Jolicmur is not to blame. My
grandson, Paolo, was to have driven you
over to Mentone, but last night a gentle
man offered him twenty francs to go to
Cannes instead. Paolo had a dream last
week that No. 303 would win the prize in
the Marsac lottery; twenty francs was
needed to buy the series containing No.
303. Paolo let himself be tempted, but I
am worse than lie —1. with mv white
hairs, who ought to be telling my beads
in a corner, instead of driving over the
hills as 1 used to long ago But Signora
mia, the delight of feeling the reins in my
hands again, and the fresh wind blowing
in my face!”
“So you let Paolo go to Cannes and you
risked our lives for a*paltry twenty francs
—for one of those iniquitous lotteries,
too!” exclaimed Mrs. Lee
"Yes, madame; I’m a very wicked old
man. Paolo drove away from the Joli
occur remise this morning with this car
riage. On the way to your hotel 1 took
his place, with little Jeannot to guide me.
The road after La Turbie is usually safe
and quiet as a country lane, so I let -Jean
not off there, as his mother is ill in a cot
tage near by. These horses and I have
steady heads and are at home on these
roads. Ah, me! old Brix, the king of
drivers on the Riviera, has lost his crown
now and proved himself an old rascal.
But. madame, the demand for men was
great; these carnival days make fools or
villains of us all. I have never played the
rogue before, and, the biassed Madonna
helping me, I will not do it again.”
“In the meantime we are to stay here
on the mountain to-uight, ca clung our
death of cold, if no worse fate overtakes
us,” said Margery, hopelessly.
“Is not that the sound of a horse’s
hoofs?” suddenly interrupted old Brix,
whose ears were sharper than those of
people blessed with sight.
The old man was right, and presently a
horseman was seen approaching at a
spanking pace round the brow of the hill.
It was Sydney Neal, who had ridden
across the valley as Mr. Toggery lead ad
vised. and by inquiring at La Turbie,
had followed the carriage, instead <<f Cum
ing to meet it, as he had at first planned.
"Margery sprang forward to meet him
with a welcome as eager as if he had been
an old and valued friend for years After
ward only, she blushed a little at the
memory of how sho had seized his arm
with both her hands, and begged him to
contrive some means of rescue.
With a man’s nerve, cool head and
fortunately sharp eyes, it was no very
diiiicult matter to unharness the horses,
turn the carriage round, by the united
efforts of the < urn puny, reharness and go
back to the first comfortable lodging for
the uigl.it.
■w* *:• * *> * *
Thanhs to the intervention of the big
stone, Sydney Neal was enabled to as
sume in one short hour the vole he so cov
eted, that of protector and friend, to the
beautiful girl lie had learned to love.
O’uj Brix escaped the punishment he de
served; nay, worse, Neal was weakly in
uuigent enough to send the old fellow a
favor, to wear at his wedding with Mar
gery, three months later. —Lucy Blake in
Frank Leslie.
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