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The leader of the band shook his head. his model farm, and give him your adThey had no money just then, but after vice. He will drive us there on our way they had given a few performances in the to St. Vaast. And he suggests breakmorning

fast at the farm. You see no objec“Let us have a performance now,” said tion?" madame gaily from her window.

" And

“On the contrary,” said the squire pothen, if we are pleased, perhaps the money litely, “I shall be only too pleased. Anwill be forthcoming."

swer the note, Hilda, to that effect.” The girl unslung her tambourine and The count must have been waiting for one of the men produced a tin flageolet, his answer in the town, for he soon made and they began a shrill, noisy tum-dee-id. his appearance in person, driving a phaedity, the sheep scraping the ground with ton and a pair of high-stepping horses. their feet, and executing a few gambadoes Justine rushed madly to and fro for a in the direction of the maids of the inn, time, as she attended to Hilda's imperiwho had all gathered at the doorway to ous requirements, and then Hilda herself, assist at the entertainment. The maids fresh and glowing, all her spirit and fled themselves with loud cries, and this brightness restored, mounted to the drive proved the best part of the entertainment, er's seat. especially when one of the sheep took a "]t is so kind of you to let me drive," decided fancy to the fat cook, and chased she said, as the count handed her the her into a distant corner of the yard. reins, “ for I know your prejudices are This brought down the house, as well as against it.” showers of coin from the spectators. "I am only too proud of my charioThe girl gathered up the largesse, and teer,” said the count politely ; but the tendered it respectfully to the landlord as people of the inn all came out, and held his tribute. Keep it, my child,” said up their hands in wonder and disapthe landlord, waving his hand grandly; proval. “it was only as a guarantee of good faith • We shall wait for you at Quettehou,” that I demanded the money. You shall said Hilda, waving her hand to the rest have your niche in the stable for nothing." of us, and then she drove off at full

Soon after daylight next morning the speed. wandering, band departed. They were “ • They'll have fleet steeds that follow, satisfied with their receipts at Valognes, quoth young Lochinvar,'” quoted Tom, and anxious to get on to the bathing: rather inal à propos as I thought. Cerplaces on the coast, where they expected tainly no fleet steeds were at our disposal a still more plentiful harvest. When the - nothing but the pair of horses that slight stir caused by their departure had worked on alternate days in tbe diligence; ceased, the bells began in a shrill, clamor good for six miles an hour on an emerous way, and turning out to the gateway I gency, but for not a step beyond. found quite a stir going on black-robed 6 We shall wait for you,” Hilda had priests, and stout elderly dames with their said, but we felt the waiting would be inissals, and little bands of sisters, grey very doubtful with the count in command, and white, gliding about. It was possible and with such a start too. that Hilda, being an early riser, might For the director positively refused to come out too, and give me a chance of start on the chance of getting breakfast speaking to her. But I saw nothing of on the way. He knew the country, he her, and was half dozing over my cup of said, which, fertile as it might be, was not cafe noir when I heard the laughing voice prolific in good breakfasts. of Justine in the courtyard. There she “Ah, it must be barbarous," cried his was, talking to a servant in a shiny hat, wife; "a place called Quettehou for in. whom I recognized as belonging to M. stance. Is it possible that a place can exde St. Pol, and who had brought a splen- ist with such a name?" did bouquet, with which Justine was “Another of the footsteps of your an. tickling her nose ecstatically. The old cestors,” cried the director; “ Quettehou squire now came out, and began to alk is just West Hythe, a little polished by to the groom about bis horse, which had the attrition of French tongues." been ridden hard and was flecked with “ Polished, you call it?” cried Tom. “I foam. Next moment Hilda appeared, should say turned from good English to holding the bouquet and an opened note bad Dutch." in her hand.

And then madame called out that she “ It is from M. de St. Pol, papa,” she was starving, and led the way to the said carelessly. “He wants you to see breakfast-table.


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Hardly had wc finished breakfast when You ponch my 'ed,” cried the horse we heard a great clatter of hoofs in the dealer, laughing good-humoredly. “ No, courtyard, and, looking out of the window, I not like that kind of ponch. We shall beheld a scene which recalled something have French ponch together, if you like. similar in “Don Quixote." A company of Tenez, garçon! du ponch!” horse.dealers had ridden in, well-mounted, While this was going on, the post had and with their horses gaily caparisoned. come in with our letters, and among

them The leader of the band, who rode up to two rather important ones for me. Hiththe door, was mounted on a bright bay of erto I had received nothing of importance wonderful


and symmetry, his satin from my uncle's estate. The lawyers had coat creasing like a glove at the slight. made certain advances, and would have est movement, and the pose of head and gone on advancing; but I did not feel neck full of fire and pride, without a parti. myself justified in launching out on bor. cle of ill-temper.

rowed money. But now here was a letter “ I call that a perfect horse for har. from my agent, stating that so many lacs ness," cried Tom, examining his points of rupees had been remitted by an Indian critically. “I should like to buy that for bank, and that he had placed to my credit the governor. I wonder how much be with Rothschilds of Paris the sum of would take.”

forty thousand pounds - a million francs. " What will I take, sar?” exclaimed The second letier was a polite one from the horse-dealer, who had associated so the bankers themselves, andouncing the much with brother horse-dealers from the credit, at the present rate of exchange, of other side of the Channel that he had one million ten thousand francs. Now I picked up a good many English phrases. could buy this horse, which I had taken a “I will take a tousand pistoles — mille fancy to, and still be a (French) millionpistoles.”

aire. “ Listen!” "cried the director admiringly.

I called Tom on one side. “He says pistoles. Don't we hear the “ Look here, old fellow," I said, “before very accent of the Biscayans ? Let us you bemuse your faculties with punch, hear that once more. How much did you I want you to buy that horse for me.

We will catch young Lochinvar in spite * Ten thousand francs for you, mon- of his start, and while you are buying the sieur,” said the horse-dealer in a jocular horse I will go and buy a dog.cart;" for tone, as much as to say: “I don't look I had seen a very nice one for sale in a for a customer in this quarter.”.

coach-maker's shed that morning. " Ah, but you said pistoles just now,” Tom managed his part of the business replied the director in a disappointed tone. so well that he saved the price of the dog.

• Ah,” replied the other, “that is just a cart out of the ten thousand francs deway we have among ourselves. Pistoles ! manded by the, and in less francs! What does it matter?” And time than it takes to record it, the horse with that he turned to Tom, whom he was harnessed and taken for a trial trip seemed to recognize as a kindred spirit. round the town. He'trotted splendidly, “Ah, you English bave one eye for the and Tom, as we drove into the hotel-yard, horse. We met the young English woman exclaimed, just now, and she would have bought the “I say, old_chap, we'll win some cups horse for the old gentleman, her papa. out of these Frenchies before we go back. But she had not enough money in her We'll call him Contango, because you purse, and though I would have trusted bought him out of the first coin you her willingly for her pretty face, she was touched, and we'll enter him for the irottoo proud to be under obligation to me. ting race at Trouville.” But I know very well, from the look I Madame was delighted with our purhad from the young De St. Pol, that he chase, and it was arranged that she and will pay me my price for the horse, and the director should share our dog-cart, no doubt make something out of the bar, while Justine followed in the waggonette gain. For myself, if I could afford it, I with the heavy baggage. But when the would gladly abate a few hundred francs director had witnessed Contango's playful for one little embrace from the pretty En. performance on his hind legs as he was glish mees.”

brought up to the door, he decided that “ Look here,” said Tom, doubling his Justine should take his place, and that he fist, and tapping significantly the white would follow with the baggage. hard knuckles, no more talk about made. “ One femme de chambre the less, what moiselle, or —

does it matter?” cried the director; “but

say, my friend?"

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who will fill my chair at the bureau of “Well, no,” replied Wyvern ;“ be joined public instruction ? "

us for a few hours at Ryde. Terrible sell And so we drove merrily on through a for him Miss Chudleigh not being there. pleasant fertile country, till presently the But he can't get away, there's a jolly row road began to rise over a bleak biliside, in Parliament. Ain't I glad I'm here! and then, when we reached the top, the But wliere's Miss Chudleigh all this sea came upon us without warning — the time?bright silvery sea dimpling in the sun- Tom explained as best he could. W’yshine, with a cluster of masts in the port vero looked grave. below, and in the roadstead a fine English “Well,” he said, “it's just as well the yacht, with her burgee flying from the chief isn't here. There would be a jolly masthead, which we soon recognized as row among them. What is the old squire the “Sea. Mew." But Quettehou was dreaming about?" passed, and nothing seen or heard of At this moment the rest of the party Hilda and her party.

from the yacht came along, Mrs. Bacon A pleasant bay this of La Hougue, and leading the way, very hot and sunburnt, well known to English seamen in media with a red guide-book in her hand that val days, for here the English often landed wasn't a patch upon her cheeks in the way in their frequent invasions of Normandy of color. in the days of the Plantagenets; and from A charming country,” she cried, seizthis bill, too, it is said that in later years ing me by the hand, while Tom greeted James the Second watched the sea-fight Miss Chancellor with quite joyous recogin 1692, when the French fleet, gathered nition ; “charming country, only not a here to invade England in the interest of nice place to stop at. Smells, smells !” the Stuarts, was defeated and destroyed | lifting up her hands and nose in admiraby the Dutch and English united. Four. tion. Experience of life, indeed, is no teen of the French ships of war lie sunk guarantee against astonishiment at French beneath the wave in this smiling bay. smells. They are so varied, with such a Fort rises grimly beyond fort on each depth and richness of bouquet about them promontory and rocky islet, picturesque as to compel admiration. You miss them, too, with something of the grace of mediæ- too, when you leave; the air of England val towers ab them.

seems cold and chill without them. But But the picturesqueness disappears as Mrs. Bacon could not take them calmly. we approach the port, where ship-building They had all been for a drive almost to is going on briskly, with the noise of many Cherbourg, to see the old Château of Tourhammers and all the dirt and confusion of laville, noted as the ancient patrimony of a small port devoting itself energetically the family of Ravalet, themselves noted to business.

as being the wickedest people in NorA trim boat from the “Sea-Mew,” with mandy. All sorts of crimes appear in the her smart crew, lay among the Norwegian family annals, and of all these this illtimber-ships, the colliers, and trading. omened château was the scene. The brigs in their unkempt and rough-and-moine de Saire, who haunts the coasts ready trim.

And presently we came hereabouts, is said to have been a wicked across Mr. Wyvern sitting disconsolately priest belonging to the fated race. Strong in front of a noisy, dirty-looking inn. His natures had these men, and wild passions, features brightened up considerably at the and chased against the chain which bound sight of us.

them to these gloomy rocks, and to a lonely, ** Here you are then, at last,” he cried, uneventful life. Their fierce longings of and then he was introduced to madame la berseker and viking, untamed by civilizadirectrice, who was duly welcomed. tion, broke out into all kinds of excess

“I shall have to send the crier round and violence. As Mrs. Bacon remarks for our party,” he went on; "they are charitably, perhaps if they had come over scattered in all directions. It was a mis. with William the Conqueror with the take coming here; you never know till you other Normans, they might have become have seen a place. You read a faming model country gentlemen and good Chrisaccount in a guide-book, with all kinds of tians. As it was, they got into a wrong historical Aummery cooked up, when all groove, and came to the headsman's axe the time the place should be labelled in a general way whenever the king's jus. B. H., or beastly hole,' as a warning to tice found its way into these parts. travellers.”

Boom! The “Sea-Mew” presently “ And Chancellor?” asked Tom. “ Is fired a gun, at the sound of which all the he on board ?"

fishermen and seamen about the port


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jumped about and sacréd and anathema- ready been bauled into the boat and was
tized the English; and the gun signified calling to his wife to be brave.
that we were wanted on board. The Stéphanie, do not be so foolish; there
director, too, had arrived with the bag. is no danger. Come on!” But Stéphanie
gage, and all was ready for going on board, could not master her feelings.
only where was Hilda ?. where was the After all, why go on board,” cried
old squire ? As for De St. Pol, nobody Tom, " when you don't like it? Come with
asked for him.

us - and the director too. Hi!” shout-
But, monsieur !” cried Justine in an ing to the director; "we have got a seat
aside to me, “ if you are waiting for in the trap for you!”
mademoiselle, you may wait long enough.”. “No, no!” replied the director ; “bet.
Justine, I may say, had been in an awful ter the sea than a raging horse. But you

temper at being again left behind by Miss go, Stéphanie; we shall meet in a few
Chudleigh. My last mistress took me hours.”
everywhere, shared all her distractions “Heaven be praised !” cried madame,
with me," Justine had sobbed; “ but as she turned to wave a last adieu to the
mademoiselle treats me as if I were a director. “I would have followed thee,
parcel, to be forwarded by luggage train.” | Alphonse, to the death, but I infinitely

What did Justine mean? Why, simply prefer being safe on shore."
that M. de St. Pol had no intention what.
ever of putting mademoiselle on board
the “ Sew-Mew." His own yacht was
somewhere on the coast, and it was in her

From Longman's Magazine. that he intended Miss Chudleigh should

ACROSS THE PLAINS. make a cruise. Oh, Justine was perfectly sure of M. de St. Pol's intentions. She LEAVES FROM THE NOTEBOOK OF AN EMIhad been so informed by the count's own

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The affair now began to look awkward.
Hilda might in all unconsciousness se.

riously compromise herself. True, her
father was with her, but female tongues To cross such a plain is to grow home.
would say that he was not likely to be an sick for the mountains. I longed for the
efficient chaperon.

Black Hills of Wyoming, which I knew “Of course you will follow Hilda ?” we were soon to enter, like an ice-bound said Tom, “and I will go too. We shall whaler for the spring. Alas! and it was have to fight that St. Pol, one of us, I a worse country than the other. All Sunfancy."

day and Monday we travelled through And Justine must go with us. And yet these sad mountains, or over the main it was awkward. However, we went with ridge of the Rockies, which is a fair the others to the pier, hoping that Hilda match to them for misery of aspect. and her father would turn up at the last Hour after hour it was the saine unhomely moment. Up to this time madame la and unkindly world about our onward directrice had been full of pleasant an. path ; tumbled boulders; cliffs that drear. ticipations of the voyage. But when we ily imitate the shape of monuments and came to the "bord de l'eau," about which fortifications - how drearily, how tamely, Justine was always singing, the aspect of none can tell who has not seen them; not things was rather alarming for madame. a tree, not a patch of sward, not one A fresh tide was coming in with some shapely or commanding mountain form; thing of a swell, dashing among the tim. sage-brush, eternal sage-brush; over all, bers of the pier with noise and tumult; the same weariful and gloomy coloring, the boat tossed violently up and down, greys warming into brown, greys darken. while it was as much as the sailors could ing towards black; and for sole sign of do to keep her clear of the pier, while one life, here and there a few fleeing antelopes, of them hung on with a boat-hook to the here and there, but at incredible intervals, slimy, slippery steps. Madame clung to a creek running in a canyon. The plains my arm in terror. She had always loved have a grandeur of their own; but here the sea, she sobbed, but it was an ideal there is nothing but a contorted smallsea, a sea that was always calm. She had ness. Except for the air, which was light never imagined anything so dreadful as and stimulating, there was not one good this. The director, who had made the circumstance in that God-forsaken land. voyage to England before now, had al- I had been suffering in my health a good deal all the way; and at last, whether charioting his foes; and then when I go I was exhausted by my complaint or poi on to remember that all this epical tursoned in some wayside eating-house, the moil was conducted by gentlemen in frock evening we left Laramie, I fell sick out. coats, and with a view to nothing more right. That was a night which I shall extraordinary than a fortune and a subsenot readily forget. The lamps did not go quent visit to Paris, - it seems to me, I out; each made a faint shining in its own own, as if this railway were the one typi. neighborhood; and the shadows were cal achievement of the age in which we confounded together in the long; hollow live, as if it brought together into one box of the car. The sleepers lay in un- plot all the ends of the world and all the easy attitudes; here two chums alongside, degrees of social rank, and offered to flat upon their backs like dead folk; there some great writer the busiest, the most a man sprawling on the floor, with his extended, and the most varied subject for face upon his arm; there another half an enduring literary work. If it be roseated, with his head and shoulders on mance, if it be contrast, if it be heroism the bench. The most passive were con- that we require, what was Troy town to tinually and roughly shaken by the move this? But alas! it is not these things ment of the train; others stirred, turned, that are necessary; it is only Homer. or stretched out their arms like children; Here also we are grateful to the train, it was surprising how many groaned and as to some god who conducts us swiftly murmured in their sleep; and as I passed through these shades and by so many to and fro, stepping across the prostrate, hidden perils. Thirst, hunger, the sleight and caught now a snore, now a gasp, now and ferocity of Indians are all no more a half-formed word, it gave me a measure feared, so lightly do we skin these horri. of the worthlessness of rest in that un- ble lands; as the gull, who wings safely resting vehicle. Although it was chill, I through the hurricane and past the shark. was obliged to open my window; for the Yet we should not be forgetful of these degradation of the air soon became intol- hardships of the past; and to keep the erable to one who was awake and using balance true, since I have complained of the full supply of life. Outside, in a glim- the trifling discomforts of my journey, mering night, I saw the black, amorphous perhaps more than was enough, let me hills shoot by unweariedly into our wake. add an original document. It was not They that long for morning have never written by Homer, but by a boy of eleven, longed for it more earnestly than I. long since dead, and is dated only twenty

And yet when day caine, it was to shine years ago. I shall punctuate, to make upon the same broken and unsightly ihings clearer, but not change the spellquarter of the world. Mile upon mile, ing. and not a tree, a bird, or a river. Only My dear Sister Mary, - I am afraid down the long, sterile canyons, the train you will go nearly crazy when you read shot hooting and awoke the resting echo. iny letter. If Jerry” (the writer's eldest That train was the one piece of life in all brother)" has not written to you before the deadly land; it was the one actor, the Dow, you will be surprised to heare that one spectacle fit to be observed in this we are in California, and that poor Thomparalysis of man and nature. And when as ” (another brother, of fifteen) "is dead. I think how the railroad has been pushed We started from -in July, with pleanty through this unwatered wilderness and of provisions and too yoke of oxen. We haunt of savage tribes, and now will bear went along very well till we got within six an emigrant for some 12l. from the At. or seven hundred miles of California, lantic to the Golden Gate; how at each when the Indians attacked us. We found stage of the construction, roaring, im places where they had killed the emipromptu cities, full of gold and lust and grants. We had one passenger with us, death, sprang up and then died away too guns, and one revolver; so we ran all again, and are now but wayside stations the lead We had into bullets [and] hung in the desert; how in these uncouth places the guns up in the wagon so that we could pigtailed Chinese pirates worked side by get at them in a minit. It was about two side with border ruffians and broken men O'clock in the afternoon; droave the cat. from Europe, talking together in a mixed tel a little way; when a prairie chicken dialect, mostly oaths, gambling, drinking, alited a little way from the wagon. Jerry quarrelling, and murdering like wolves; took out one of the guns to shoot it, and how the plumed hereditary lord of all told Tom drive the oxen. Tom and I America beard, in this last fastness, the drove the oxen, and Jerry and the passen. scream of the “bad medicine wagon,” | ger went on. Then, after a little, I left


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