BY BRET HARTE.

"So she's here, your unknown Dulcinea--the lady you met on the train,

And you really believe she would know you if you were to meet her

again?"

"Of course," he replied, "she would know me; there was never

womankind yet

Forgot the effect she inspired. She excuses, but does not forget."

"Then you told her your love?" asked the elder; while the younger

looked up with a smile:

"I sat by her side half an hour--what else was I doing the while?

"What, sit by the side of a woman as fair as the sun in the sky,

And look somewhere else lest the dazzle flash back from your own to

her eye?

"No, I hold that the speech of the tongue be as frank and as bold as

the look,

And I held up myself to herself--that was more than she got from her

book."

"Young blood!" laughed the elder; "no doubt you are voicing the mode

of to-day:

But then we old fogies at least gave the lady some chance for delay.

"There's my wife--(you must know)--we first met on the journey from

Florence to Rome;

It took me three weeks to discover who was she, and where was her

home;

"Three more to be duly presented; three more ere I saw her again;

And a year ere my romance _began_ where yours ended that day on the

train."

"Oh, that was the style of the stage-coach; we travel to-day by

express;

Forty miles to the hour," he answered, "won't admit of a passion

that's less."

"But what if you make a mistake?" quoth the elder. The younger half

sighed.

"What happens when signals are wrong or switches misplaced?" he

replied.

"Very well, I must bow to your wisdom," the elder returned, "but

submit

Your chances of winning this woman your boldness has bettered no

whit.

"Why, you do not at best know her name. And what if I try your ideal

With something, if not quite so fair, at least more _en règle_ and

real?

"Let me find you a partner. Nay, come, I insist--you shall

follow--this way.

My dear, will you not add your grace to entreat Mr. Rapid to stay?

"My wife, Mr. Rapid--Eh, what? Why, he's gone--yet he said he would

come.

How rude! I don't wonder, my dear, you are properly crimson and

dumb?"

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