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element of the poet's nature when in working, effective Lily, instead of seeking my society, had always seemed order - exceptional life and spirits. Nobody writes verse shun it, much to my annoyance, for I was partial to et. for his own pleasure, or even relief, without the barometer dren, and generally popular among them. She was, hox of his spirits being on the rise. They are tokens of that ever, excessively fond of her younger brother; and six abiding youthfulness which never leaves him while he can | Frank was a pet and playmate of mine, I frequently toca write a living line. The poet, we need not say, is forever out both the children on some boating excursion on the sighing over the youth that is past and gone, not taking river or the neighboring creeks. For aquatic amusemens note of the youth that remains to him, altogether indepen in fact, there were great facilities, since Mr. Lowe was the dent of years. But, in fact, he is a boy all his life, capable owner of a miniature flotilla of sloops, broadhorns, boas of finding amusement in matters which the plodding man and canoes, in which, at the proper seasons, the agricultura of the world considers puerile, and so conferring on his produce of the fertile prairie farms was transported sout readers and lovers some share of his own spring, some wards. taste of the freshness which helps to keep the world alive. It was the eve of my departure, and had I been able
consult my own wishes. I should have spent the whole de with my relatives. I had, however, engaged myself
dine with a neighbor, one Colonel Baker, who had shor! DRIFTING AWAY.
me much attention since I had stayed in Wisconsin, and
could not, without offence to the kind old man, refuse al “ Gor your sailing orders, mister, have you? Well, it , partake of his hospitality. It was bright moonlight when never hurts a young chap to see something of the world, I started, on horseback, to return to Lowe's Flat, as it I guess, and cut his eye-teeth. All the same we'll miss kinsman's residence was called. It was a long ride home you a bit, Master Cyril, for we had all got to look upon wards, across the springy turf of the prairie; but my wil you as one of the family ;” said a gruff but kindly voice, little steed went fast and well, and the gallop was a that had retained its salt-water smack, after a quarter of a pleasant one, and quickly performed. Presently I could century passed out of sight of that sea on which its owner see the Mississippi shining like a silver ribbon in the had spent his best years.
moonbeams, and the house, with its garden, its orchard “Yes, Dixon," I replied. “I must go to-morrow, or, at shade-trees, and out-buildings, the huts of the laborers, the latest, the day after, to catch the packet for Europe, and woodpile, and the boats moored to the river-bank. I t bid farewell, for some years, to all old friends and home to start on the morrow, and it was for the last tim associations. I shall often think, when abroad, of my some years to come — perhaps forever! - that I shook pleasant visit to Wisconsin, and how you and honest Nick, look upon that peaceful scene. Half mechanically, I dren yonder, taught me to handle oar and paddle, ritle and fish my rein, and checking my horse, gazed musingly on the spear, to back a mustang and to manage a canoe, and many calm prospect before me. As I did so, I was surprised o another accomplishment of prairie life, strange to a city see a white figure glide from amidst the blossomed shru bred stripling like myself."
of the well-tended garden, pass through the wicket-ga! * A right smart learner we had in you, sir, I will say and move onwards in the direction of the river. Hal that, though Ben Dixon never was much given to palaver; doubtful whether I might not be the dupe of some opties but I was proud of my pupil, and so was Nick, here, for illusion, or of my own fancy, I rubbed my eyes, and then that matter;"growled out the old man-of-war's-man, while again looked earnestly towards the spot where I had last his less talkative Indian comrade, who sat smoking in a beheld this unaccountable apparition. Yes, there was the corner of the hut, picturesquels draped in his scarlet blan- / white figure sure enough, gliding on, slowly but stead, ket, took the pipe from his lips to utter a guttural ejacula towards the river. It was no dream — no hallucination tion of assent. Both of these men were in the employment yet what could its presence at this untimely hour portend? of a maternal relative of mine, long resident at St. An- | At this instant my horse, impatient at being thus kept from thony, on the upper waters of the Mississippi. I, myself, the stable and the corn bin, neighed loud and shrilly, bar Cyril Handing by name, was then a lad of seventeen, and the sound did not seem to reach the ears of the person on was about, at my father's desire, to start for Europe, where whom I was gazing, for there was no start and no paur, it was intended that I should remain long enough to per but always and ever the same steady gliding motion, rivers fect mrzeif in foreign languages, as well as to acquire a wards. Who would be likely to be abroad at such as thorough insight into the business methods of the mercantile hour? Then, too, the low stature forbade the notion that house in which I was to be placed. My father, a widower, the ghostly-looking form before me could be that of one of and a New York merchant, much absorbed in his atlairs, 1 the negroes or white field-hands employed about the peace had congenied to my accepting the invitation to pay a | A child, rather ; but why in the name of common sense long visit to mr Western cousin, Mr. Lowe, the rather that I should a child be astray at such a time of the night sa it was believed that my health would benefit by the pure' then there rose up in my mind a vague suspicion that soul air and hanir outdoor habits of the Prairie State, and il one might have planned a trick, a mock apparition to be had passed many happy months at St. Anthony.
I my courage or credulity, and that it behoved me to unması And now, strong, active and sunburned, I was suddenly i the deception. calidi on to leave my holiday lite of exercie and sport, and I dismounted, and fastening my horse's bridle to the comence my novitiate at the desk. A vacancy had been I nearest snake-fence, I made my way on foot swiftly bu found for me in a great Bordeaux house of business, and I cautiously towards the place where I had last seen was to sail at once. In spite of the naturallore for change' white figure. It had disappeared, but on emerging from and the inquisitive externess to see the world, whicha, amidst the trees I beheld a sight which froze mye rerr roung man alm:1st aware feels it was with regret. with speechless horror. The child, Lily — my Dean that I made up mr mind to part from the kind relatives little cousin - Lily Lowe -I knew her, now. W : whose hospitalier I had long enivred, and ther, also, were lustre of the moonbeams full upon the goldea locale sorrr that mr sprourn benesch their root shouid come to a hung down upon her shoulders, and bait concealcu. cione. lir. and His Lowe were, bosh of them, of genial and · face. She wore a white wrapper, but I noticed " generous dis; ositions and the attention which I had learned thrill of surprise that her smail feet were quite batt, to eagertain for them was recipralei, Lirie Frank, with that there was something spectral in the noiseless when I was an especial távorite, cried pireous r at the with which she advanced. She was close, now" news of mr inrending departure, and, indeed, there was place where, at a sort of wharf, rudely constructeur anir one mener of the fair who expressed no grief at barked logs the boats were moored. What, in Best the past losing sight of the New York cousin, so, name, was she doing? Surely, surely, she could not long damiciemnong them. Tais was Lir Lowe, the tend to cast off the lashings by which fonder ligas onir dagbrer, a singarir pressrad averat :1, orer is attached to the bank! Yes, such is indeed the whulle given hesi suure eeren sunners tad passed. I and Do — “Oh, stop, cousin - Lly, stop! !
iese words aloud, and darted forward as I did so, for to bark of Indian consóruction, and, scrambling into it with y amazement the young girl had actually stepped into the cautious heedfulness which is never more needed than le canoe, grasped the paddle, and was apparently push- where a canoe is in question, gently took the paddle from g off the frail craft from the bank into the stream. To Lily's passive hand. As if my touch had had some magic y horror, loudly as I had uplifted my voice, she to whom in it, the child awoke from her rapt stupor, gazed wildly, was addressed did not hear or heed. And then there half incredulously, as I thought, around her, and then, with ished upon me, with overpowering force, the conscious- a wild scream of agonized terror, crouched down in the 88 of the true horror of the situation. There was no canoe and clung to my knees calling on me to save her. istaking that strange glassy look, that dreamy carriage What struck me, too, even then, was that she used, in ad
the head, the half-helpless action of the hands that held dressing me, for the first time, my Christian name. She e paddle. It was evident that Lily had been walking in had never before spoken to me otherwise than as “ Mr. . ir sleep, that she was, for the time, but dimly alive to the Harding," in spite of the playful chiding of parents and sistence of surrounding objects, deaf to the outcry of my brother. Now, it was “ Cyril, dear Cyril." But this I set arning voice, the mere passive slave of her own unhealthy down to the anguish of her present terror, for the moment ncy.
was one of deadly peril. Already the canoe was being I had scanty time for doubt or for deliberation, for whirled around, like a floating chip, by the strong eddies, - ready the canoe was speeding past, impelled by the quick and it was only by the most sustained exertions that I could
sh of the current. What was to be done? The stream paddle it inshore. At last, however, I luckily got near - the Mississippi, swollen by the rains which had fallen enough to grasp the tough bough of a willow, and drawing
avily in those more northerly regions where its feeders the canoe up to the trunk of the tree, I lashed it firmly to g. Ive their rise, was by far too strong to be coped with by a projecting root, and lifting Lily to the bank above, swung e feeble arm of a girl of Lily's years, even had she been myself up, and stood in safety by her side. As I did so, much more competent to wield the paddle than was the the child pointed with a trembling hand down the river.
se. And the weak strokes which she gave as she slowly I looked, and was just in time to see the broadhorn, the - Janced the polished piece of tough birchwood were act sail still set, go headlong to destruction over the Falls.
ally calculated to assist, not to stem, the force of the Then Lily covered her face and burst into an agony of
rious river. Even now, I could hear the low menacing hysterical tears, which baffled all my efforts to soothe her, i ar of the Falls below - the Falls of St. Anthony - which and it was all that I could do to bring the poor child safely
ere but at a short distance, while my blood ran cold at back to her home, and consign her, still wildly weeping, to le thought that if she once drifted thus far, human help her mother's care. yuld not avail to preserve Lily's young life from inevitable I prefer to pass over the scene that ensued. Suffice it
struction. There was something piteous in the sight, as, I that the alarm as to Lily's direful danger, and the thankTunconscious of her peril, she floated off in her frail bark, | fulness to Providence for her safety, on the part of the 'adually nearing the middle of the swollen river.
child's fond parents, were deep and earnest. Nor were Hesitation at such a crisis would be fatal. There was they less grateful to myself, her youthful rescuer, for the o time to awake the slumbering tenants of the huts, and service I had had it in my power to render, in preserving
procure aid. Whatever was to be done had to be effected to them, as the mother said, their lost lamb. But my hours y myself alone. But what could I do? There were the at St. Anthony were numbered. I started, on the day that irge sailing boats, technically known as broadhorns, close | followed that memorable night, for New York, and for the
hand, but at least two men are required to manage these shores of the Old World, and, as had previously been ·lumsy craft, while the only light skiff had sustained some planned, spent some years, and those busy ones, in Europe.
ajury the week before, in striking on a submerged tree I am afraid that new occupations and new companions in a bove the rapids, and was now under repair. Yet the only measure weaned my thoughts from the recollection of my ope of saving Lily, who was fast receding from my sight, kindly friends in the West, and that my correspondence with ras to overtake her before her fragile bark should be the Lowes was but fitful and occasional. I heard, however, aught in the arrow-swift current that narrows as it nears with regret, that poor little Lily's nocturnal adventure had he Falls. In the hurry and excitement of the moment I been succeeded by the risk and delirium of a fever, from
prang into the nearest and smallest of the broadhorns, cast which, as I afterwards learned, her recovery was slow and - off the mooring rope, spread the sail, and thrust off the tedious. It must, I fancied, have been on her account that
arge boat from the shore, and then started in pursuit. the family more frequently left their home for change of 2. Well I knew that the venture was a desperate one, as, the air than had previously been usual with them, and that I
heet firmly grasped in one hand, while the other held the heard of them at Saratoga, at Newport, and at other places tiller, I went quickly down the river before the brisk breeze. of fashionable resort. Once, too, a traveller from WisconAt any instant a squall of wind, such as is not unfrequent sin was warm in his praise of Lily's budding beauty, and in that latitude, might either capsize the broadhorn or predicted a brilliant marriage for her, but to my imaginacause her to ground upon a shoal, since my single strength tion she still remained the child whom I had saved from
was insufficient for the proper handling of such a craft. drowning. • Then, too, should I become involved in the rapids; nothing, I had left America as a stripling, but when I recrossed
clearly, could prevent the boat from going stem on over the the Atlantic it was as a grown man, who had served his Falls. There was but one chance to come up with the novitiate in business matters, and who was now summoned canoe before safety became impossible.
back to take the principal part in the management of our Fortunately, the favorable wind blew steadily from the | New York firm, since my father's failing health no longer Ć north, without flaw or shift, and presently I saw with sat. | permitted of his active supervision of the mercantile house isfaction that I was coming up with the canoe. Lily had which was in future to be known as that of Harding and
which was in future to be kn ceased to paddle, and sat motionless, her blue eyes gazing Son. Before, however, going steadily into commercial forth, it seemed to be, on vacancy; while her golden hair | harness, I devoted ?
harness, I devoted some months to visiting the most remarkmuttered in the breeze, and her white wrapper bore, in the able cities and scenery in the South and West, and had
mimering moonlight, a weird resemblance to a shroud. promised, at my relative's urgent invitation, to spend at Very near, now, were the dreaded Falls. Their sullen roar | any rate a week or two with my former entertainers, the was louder, more threatening, than before, and I could see Lowes, in Wisconsin. The hospitable family received me the glancing cloud of spray that rose from beneath, and the with even more than their old kindness, but there was one foam on the lip of the cascade, and the crumbling, water surprise which awaited me at St. Anthony, that impressed worn islets, with their willows and mimosas trembling in me more than anything else that I had seen since my rethe rush and boom of the Falls. The boat was now close turn to my native shores. I found Lily — whose image had to the canoe ; and, with a dexterity and coolness that as. never recurred to me save as that of a child — grown into a
shed myself, I made fast the end of the sheet to the beautiful young woman, the most beautiful, as it seemed to It nearest me, steered as near as I dared to the little me, that I had ever seen. There was, indeed, nothing por
tentous in this, for there had been time enough for the bud | self away from — Hal What was that? Doubtless, it to expand into the flower, and Lily's charming face had a Pucklike trick of my own heated fancy, which made given early promise of the rare loveliness which now daz- | think that I saw, skirting the fence, and emerging from the zled me. I could scarcely bring myself to believe that this shade of the cottonwood, a white, ghostlike outline at graceful and highly-bred girl, so accomplished, so self pos female form, the golden hair gleaming in the opal moct sessed, and so much admired could ever have been the light. No, this was no delusion. Lily Lowe — and shrinking little creature whom I had saved from drowning. other -- she whose childish footsteps I had tracked of old* I heard incidentally that she was accounted, justly enough, grown to be a woman now, but gliding, with noiseless treal one of the prettiest girls in the Prairie State, where beauty riverwards, as on that other night. Hardly taking time is yet plentiful enough, and that it was not for want of at think, I left my room, hurried down-stairs, and in a mome tentive cavaliers or of offers of marriage from citizens of more was in the garden. I passed through the wiete high position that she was not at the head of some sump reached the grass-grown path beneath the fitful shade tuous establishment.
of the poplars, strained my eyes in the vain endeavor That I fell in love, at first sight, so to speak, with my catch sight of the vanished figure, and began to feel beartis. cousin Lily, I am not ashamed to own. Never before, or ashamed of being the dupe of my own excited imaginatio so I thought, had I beheld such rare loveliness as hers, | After all, how could it be reasonable to attribute to you while the expression of her sweet prire face, and the evident graceful and admired maiden, the remembrance of wbor pride and affection which her kindred and the dependants proud glance yet baunted me, the capricious fancies o C of the household entertained for her, proved that she had sickly child ? I had made up my mind to return to the other excellences than that of mere beauty. I regretted, house, when suddenly I caught a glimpse of somethi however, to find that in one respect she was unaltered. white, far off, on the very bank of the river. A female Her manner towards myself was, as of old, constrained and form, presumably that of Lily, and close, to the best of cold, nor did she manifest any particular pleasure at seeing remembrance, to the spot, whence, years ago, I had se me again. In fact the frigid indifference of her bearing the child cast loose the canoe from its moorings. towards me was only tempered by the requirements of I ran forward at my fullest speed, and on reaching politeness towards a visitor, nor did her eyes rest on my bank, beheld a sight which caused, for the moment, my very face with any interest in their expression. After all, why | heart to cease beating. A light birchen canoe, either 42 should she care for me? The service I had once had the same, or of identical construction, with that of Lily's eart ! good luck to do for her she had probably almost forgotten. adventure, was drifting slowly down the river. The wiki No doubt the memory of that night had long since been in the Mississippi, which had dwindled under the influeba DeLO effaced from the recollection of the queenly belle of so of months of hot weather, was by far lower than one many ball-rooms. Yet I was unreasonable enough to feel previous occasion, and the progress of the frail craft with hurt and piqued that this should be the case.
less rapid than of old, but still it was borne on, helple: 231 mi However, if Lily did not care for seeing her old friend by the current, while still, at some distance, rose up the again, her parents and her brother, now grown to be a bold, hoarse and hollow murmur of the Falls. In the came frank-spoken lad, killed, metaphorically, the fatted calf to stood the figure of a young girl whom I could not doubt to 1.29.. do me honor, and on the very day of my return they gave be Lily. She wore the same light-colored dress which l ead a picnic party to which the more intimate of their neigh. | had seen her wear at the picnic party, but her hair floate bors were invited, at those very Falls of St. Anthony that loose over her shoulders, in all its golden luxuriance. He reach had so nearly, on the occasion of my last visit, been the face I could not see, but she held the paddle, unused, is nog scene of a tragic incident. Mr. and Mrs. Lowe repeatedly one listless hand, while the other one hung idle by her side 13" referred to the past, cordially praising me for the courage No doubt existed in my mind but that it was again ona and presence of mind which I had exhibited in so difficult somnambulist that my eyes rested, and this was the more a dilemma. The guests swelled the chorus of eulogy, but singular because --"No, no. Quite cured, thank Heaven' t trio Miss Lowe remained to all appearance frigidly indifferent had been Mrs. Lowe's reply to my half-careless inquiry, ITs of to the entire subject. Later on there was some conversa on arriving, as to her daughter's dangerous habit. Is har tion as to my European experiences, and come one, on the But Lily it was who was before me, drifting down, surels engine strength of a rumor derived from the gossip of some passing and smoothly, to meet her death, even as had been the do tourist, coupled my name with that of a French heiress, a case on that other night so long ago. And how, since fate strate well-known beauty of Bordeaux, whom I only knew as a had made me again an eye-witness of the act, should I do a partner in a round dance, but to whom it was confidently save her? To summon aid would be to waste the precious andsbe assumed tbat I was to be married. I disclaimed the impu moments. Before the men who inhabited the huts could tation, laughingly at first, more earnestly afterwards, and be astir, it would be but a lifeless form that their exertions diss at last - I knew not why, with somewhat of irritation. could drag from among the rocks and pools below. Again thick And as I begged, flushing as I spoke, to hear no more silly I must rely on myself, and myself alone, and according tabi jests concerning myself and Mademoiselle Cornélie Boncrû, I bounded to the rude wharf, and sought, with haggart A I saw Lily's eyes fixed on me with an expression which I eyes, for a boat which would serve my purpose. The rule, could not fathom, but as her glance met mine, it was in however, that no two sets of circumstances are exactly stantly withdrawn. We did not excbange a word more alike, in this case held good, for, excepting a waterlogged during the remainder of that day, but when nigbt came, scow, wholly useless, and the unlucky canoe in which Lily and it was time to retire to repose, I could not sleep, but had embarked, there was not one craft that was not secure sat long at the open window of my chamber, looking forth by stout mooring chains and strong padlocks that des across the magnolias and rose-bushes of the garden, to where | my feverish efforts. With bruised and bleeding fingers. the broad bright moonlight silvered the turf of the grassy desisted from the futile attempt to force the fastenings: path beyond. How bad all things altered with me since and ran swiftly down the bank, calling out, loudly to ling the last night when I had thus seen it, the night of Lily's | to awake and become conscious of her direful peril. bu rescuel.
I might as well have addressed my words of warning to.. How changed was Lily herself, and yet into how lovely marble statue. Once or twice, I fancied that the giri a girl had my child-cousin developed! What a pity that slightly shivered, but she kept her face averted, am her old aversion for myself, her old coldness towards me, evidently still under the fatal influence of the trance. . . remained as they had been when, in her early youtb, she What was I to do? The Falls were near now; the showed herself so unwilling to be my companion! Why hoarse roar was like that of a wild beast, hungry, and es had I been foolish enough to return to St. Anthony, and pectant of its prey, while low as was the water in the ri to entangle my own beart, alas ! in the mazes of a passion already the canoe had begun to dance and quiver o which I felt was hopeless? However, one thing I deter- / tiny whirlpools and foain-flecked eddies above the sme mined. In a day, or two days at farthest, no matter on swist channel of the rapids. Once caught in these what pretext, I would leave Wisconsin, thus tearing my. | boat, even were it manned by strong rowers, could
ers, could avoid
oting the perilous Falls. I was a good swimmer, and My tale has been told. Lily has never again been guilty pice I was on the point of plunging into the river, but the of sleep-walking, of which habit her family had believed
e ction that the canoe would probably be upset, and Lily her to be fully cured, as, indeed seemed to have been the
wned, in my vain attempt to tow it to land, restrained case, until my return; and the picnic awakened associathat. Meanwhile the canoe had reached the rapids, and tions in her memory which had, for the second time, all Lors darting on, like an arrow. It was by an exertion that but proved fatal in their consequences. There is no Miss
erely tried my strength that I was the first to gain the Lowe now to be the belle of Wisconsin ball-rooms; but no balls. There, on the brink of the rush of waters, I halted, man has a truer or more beautiful wife than has blessed loping, and saw the canoe come hurrying down on the the lot of Cyril Harding.
y to its destruction, the fairy figure that was its sole oc-
INSTANCES of brothers attaining to eminence in the Dared a stretch of frothing water, sprang, or scrambled,
same pursuits are sufficiently uncommon to merit more im stone to stone, and at last reached a sandy islet, a
than merely passing attention. In modern times, indeed, re mound, crumbling away under the action of the flood;
they have been so rare that they may almost be counted Clow-t the scanty earth of which adhered to the roots of a
on the fingers of one hand, and are nearly all of them in to ge old willow tree, the weeping branches of which had apie obably dipped their silvery leaves in the turbid water,
everybody's memory. There were, for example, the Scotts,
Lord Eldon and Lord Stowell, the Sumners, Archbishop erite fore a white man had ever beheld the upper course of the
of Canterbury and Bishop of Winchester, “ les trois Due to be, ississippi. I threw my arm around a mighty bough of this TS 1 tree, and, bending till I touched the water, awaited the
pins," Horace and James Smith, the Napiers, and one or
two others perhaps. But to any complete list in future it Goon coming of the canoe. My first grasp failed; but, by
is clear that the names of MM. Jules and Alphonse Gouffé ed on mother and more desperate effort, I contrived to lay hold
will have to be added. It may be admitted that their sevne more the gunwale as it was washed past me. The events
eral claims to distinction appear, on a cursory glance, to in the next few seconds I have never been able to recall,
be somewhat different in degree although similar in kind. that of herwise than as a confused recollection, like the inco
M. Jules, we infer, has mastered and practised his art in e river. Brent memory of a dream. That the impetus of the under rifting canoe was too much for my single strength to
all its wide and varied departments. He is author of the
“ Livre de Cuisine” as well as of the “Livre de Patislower - ithstand, that I was half submerged beneath the foaming
serie.” M. Alphonse, on the contrary, seems to have rethe fil ood, and might have been torn from my saving hold, I
stricted his energies, if not his attention, to the lighter and borde now or guess. That Lily awoke, with a smothered, wailing
more ornamental branches of his profession. M. Alphonse, stance. Try as the slight bark heeled over, and that we were both in
too, is only the translator and interpreter of his brother, ells -he river, and in no small danger of being sucked over the
while M. Jules is an author of original and versatile abil. coulis falls to certain death, I also remember, but more vaguely.
ity. But, then, M. Jules is merely chef de cuisine of the Jored it: dy memory chronicles more accurately, the moment when,
Paris Jockey Club; doubtless an honorable and lucrative but be ret and drenched with water, I placed the rescued girl on
position ; still one which can scarcely be regarded as of en lush he mossy mound at the foot of the willow tree, with my
equal importance to the office of M. Alphonse, who is head palde trm encircling her slender waist, and soothed her terror as
pastry-cook to the Queen. On the whole, therefore, we ing ide the leant sobbing, against my shoulder.
have come to the conclusion that, although M. Jules is at it was “ Again! again !" she exclaimed, as if in self-reproach.
superior to M. Alphonse touching his works, yet that M. this : * For the second time have you snatched me, cousin, from
Alphonse is superior to M. Jules touching his dignity; -ed, thazi the very jaws of death — me, the ungrateful one, so cold,
and that, the deficiency of the one being balanced by the alf-caters' so proud, so hard! Oh, Cyril, dearest, how you must have
superfluity of the other, the pretensions of M. Jules and rous bata bated me, to give you such a welcome as I did?” I thought
M. Alphonse to celebrity are neither greater nor less, but Frifting that her mind was wandering, that she knew not what she
co-equal. nas boi said, and strove to calm her; but it was to no purpose.
Having settled this preliminary question, we may pause And bar. The barrier of conventional restraint, of icy decorum, was
for a moment to determine the nature and mutual relaof the a4 broken, and she continued to take blame to herself for
tions of the functions discharged by M. Jules and M. AlFastest what she called her heartless treatment of myself. “Hush,
phonse respectively. M. Jules is a cook, M. Alphonse is ited the hush, dear Miss Lowe,” I said, embarrassed by her emo
a pastry-cook; M. Jules deals for the most part with stern that the tion; "you think too much of what I did for you, and
and substantial facts, manipulates, flavors, and adorns bois beter which any man in my place would have gladly done. I
them, but leaves them as he found them, stern and suband own I was a little disappointed when you seemed to have
stantial facts. M. Alphonse avowedly directs his efforts where forgotten me, and” - “Can you not guess the reason ?”.
to fiction founded on fact. Dr. King implies as much in Those, she asked, half impatiently. I could not. “That French his “ Art of Cookery ” when he says : here the lady at Bordeaux - they told me, as a fact, that you were OUT FE about to be married to her, and speedily, so I-I- in my
Poets and pastry-cooks will be the same, sino foolish, wicked pride" – It was now my turn to interrupt.
Since both of them their images must frame; "Surely," said I, my heart wildly throbbing, “surely your
Chimeras from the poet's fancies flow, dosti ose words would imply that you did care for me a little, Lily?”
The cook contrives his shapes in real dough. Hipedia By this time torches were to be seen, and men's shout. But then he would not on this ground, had he lived in our
the ing voices beard, along the river-bank. My calls had been | days at least, have compared the pastry-cook to the poet. e not heard, and aid was at hand; so that we need not, as I had If we may say so without offence to the MM. Gouffé, it
thought probable, await morning for our deliverance from seems to us that, while the cook should be likened to the
our uncomfortable perch upon the spray-washed islet. But historian, the pastry-cook resembles not so much the poet bet Lily seemed to care nothing for the torches or the shouts
as the historical novelist. The cook supplies matter for of those who hurried up. “Blind !” she murmured, with
grave discussion and serious digestion. The pastry-cook a sweet reproachfulness, “not to perceive that, even as a
selects matter with which the cook may equally deal, but child, I loved you; that my cold manner, my reserve, all
treats it in a different way, and in such wise as to occupy sprang from my deep, true fondness for one who regarded our lighter moments, re-stimulate our taste, and animate De merely as a cousin, and who would have died sooner our imagination. But then again we would not be underthan make this consession, but that - but that I thought I 1 The Roynl Book of Pastry and Confectionery (Le Livre de Patisserie). saw that you loved me, Cyril.”
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of the rest ere per 37: -ast, har
By Jules Gouffe, Chef de Cuisine of the Paris Jockey Club. Translated And I clasped my price
from the French and adapted to English Use by Alphonse Couffe, Head less treasure to my heart.
pastry-cook to her Majesty the Queen. 1874.
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« Yes, that would be a good excuse for beginning. But triumph would scarcely have been complete. AL I think we ought to give one every year for the future." rich people of our acquaintance followed; sing
I groaned in spirit and said, “Pray let us get safely enough, there was not a shadow of doubt about a over this before we talk of any more. I confess I think these, nor about that tawny young idiot Northcoat, the whole notion absurd - the expense, the trouble, the knew the younger son of a lord. Two budding barrie probability of a break-down with such servants as ours. from the Temple were also passed nem. con. — But I suppose you must have your way.”
| moved in such good society." I suggested asking Accordingly, in the morning my wife and two daughters Prince and Princess of Wales, but found my little jok formed themselves into a permanent committee of ways ceived (for the first time, I must confess) with chi and means. They decided that things could not possibly silence, as the awful gravity of the occasion required. be got ready under a month, and for the whole of that There was also a charming unanimity about askinz time we were in a state of disturbance. First, it was of our less important acquaintance. Thus poor Miss found out that the drawing-room curtains were old and ham was asked, because she was so good-natured shabby, and we must have new ones ; then, that the din “ never objected to play any quantity of dance-ned, ing-room carpet did not suit the furniture — "and you Then Tomlins could carve, and Vickers talks so would not wish people to think we have no taste, dear ?" Mrs. Grubbins, too, and the three Miss Grubbinses, we said my wife. Now, it was my old book-case that had to be mortally offended if they were left out — so “ there be shoved into an unobtrusive corner, where I had to go no help for it, we must have them." and hunt for my papers in the dark; next, one nearly Other names caused more discussion. I was obsti broke one's neck over a new music-stand which had arrived when I found my wife and Molly were positively this that morning and been left in the passage, “ only just for of leaving out my old school-fellow, Dick Wothersport a minute till the carpet was put down ; " then if any friend the best of good fellows, only rather rough in his magna came in there was scarcely a single place where one could as most of these enthusiastic artists are. It was not, sit down. In a word, all our quiet, homely, comfortable ever, on this account so much that my wife disliked ways were at an end; and what with upholsterers, carpen as the fact that, though over thirty, he seemed to be ters, piano-tuners, and others, it was just as bad as if we | ing no headway at all in life, and was himself beginning were ? fitting.” I was heartily glad, therefore, when they think he had mistaken his profession. Indeed, he was at last declared themselves ready to send out “the invia" poor that I had frequently lent him a five-pound note. 1 tations."
I now overruled my wife's objections to him and insis Then the consultations there were about the day and on his being invited. With his name our list of forts what people we were to ask! Mr. Disraeli, forming a new was complete, that number being ten or fifteen people og cabinet for the government of a fourth part of the world, than our rooms would really hold ; but then, as my could not have pondered each name for a longer time, or said “ They would be sure, some of them, to be engaza more anxiously, and I am sure he would not have looked | and so we might as well have the credit of inviting 11 half so gravely important over it. For my part, I watched all as not." the proceedings with an amused eye, for my opinion, like To be in proper form, we gave a ten days' invitatiet an eminent physician's, was only taken as a very last and the interval was ruled over by the milliners. It resource.
morning to night there was nothing but consultations and The first name written down in “all the lists” was of blonde and muslin, mauve and magenta, or critical en course Fred Kelly's, — to catch whom (in plain English), ination of patterns, or “ fittings on.” For my part, 19 our party was given.
dertook to look after the tea, supper, and attendance, I never could quite understand how this young Kelly, who all of which it was absolutely necessary to contract, su was in the Civil Service, contrived to make so many we only kept a fat maid-servant of twenty (whom my mothers and daughters run after him. Perhaps (as quantity on the strength of being able to boil potatoes hard and is often preferred to quality) it was only because there was duce mutton chops to cinders, dignified with the name so much of him, for he stood over six feet; but then he was “cook”), and one little slut of thirteen, scarcely able as thin as a lath, and nearly as white, with feeble attempts lift a slop-pail, whom we called our "housemaid." at the “straw-colored moustache and hay-colored beard,” I must say I never felt myself in such a ludicrously meu that Thackeray speaks of. More probably the reason was position as I did when I was bargaining with the unction that he had in perfection the cool Ojibbeway manner of the | upholsterer in the next street for a stylish supper on burea man about town — that affectation of stony indifference dishes, to be handed round by three imitation footmen, be which passes for the height of fasbion in all except the ing the upholsterer's assistants. The whole thing did seet best circles, where people can dare to be natural. He was such a sham, like playing the peacock with bortome never genial — never animated — never even interested : feathers. indeed, to my mind, he was more like a machine that had The all-important night arrived at last, and the fever & been taught to talk a little, than a man; because, to save expectation and anxiety which had held my woman-ble himself trouble, he seemed to have a pet phrase for every all the month reached its height. thing. All persons below the Civil Service were “Haw, Long shall I be in forgetting the preparations and tu those cads" – the depth of his reprobation was “ Not good of that dreary evening, — the hurried tea, the laborious form, you know” – the height of his approval was ex dressing, the solemn single knock of the upholsterer's mer: pressed by “ Tol-lol,” meaning “tolerable ;” though once like the undertaker bringing a coffin ; the frantic appea. I certainly heard him go so far as to call a thing * rather to Sarah to “come and fasten me;" the rustle of skirts jolly.” My younger daughter, Patty, who is very obser the passages ; the flying about of distracted cook asu vant, used to laugh and say that Kelly was very wise to be housemaid; the staid, methodical movements of the long, lackadaisical about everything, because, as he knew so | visaged waiters. But as the clock struck the fatal hour or little, and had no feelings and no ideas, if he was not lack nine we were all assembled in state ready for the fire adaisical he would be nothing. And from a pretty long comer, my wife buttoning her white kid gloves, and so acquaintance with him, I can safely say that, if he had any red in the face with her nervousness and exertions. Ai ideas, he was always admirably successful in concealing proof that her exertions had been attended with some su them. In a word, he was quite the bero of certain modern cess, I may state that I overheard one of our young bar novelists; and the very difficulty of thawing this fashion ters telling Northcoat, “ She looked a very handsome D able icicle made Molly and several other young ladies at- Venus indeed." tempt the enterprise. But as yet the icicle remained an I had scarcely taken my place on the hearth-rug when icicle, and would melt to no warmth they could apply. loud rantan at the door and a hearty voice in the pas
Next after Kelly in our common list came the names of announced the first arrival. “Mr. Wotherspoon!" the Vyners — father, mother, and two daughters — without | pered my wife to me with a touch of annoyance in her whose eyes to observe our success in securing Fred, the be at any rate takes care to be punctual — knows DO