6 FOR LADIES ONLY. BT THB AUTHOR OF "LADT FLAVIA. So many of my Cheltenham frionda said to xne, Aubh l'ryni," or elne, "l'mnella, dear," according to the degree of their intimacy, "we wonder yon should not go to see this Taris Exhibition that all the world Is talking of," that at last I made my mind up to take their advice. I am not, In a general way, fond of travelling, or acousiomeu to u; imt for thia once I thought I might venture, and, besides, my medical man was of opinion that change of air would do me good. "You want stimu lating, Miss Fryin," the doctor remarked; pulse low, system languid, and a month spent In the crush and bustle of Paris will be the best tonio I can prescribe. Oo and get a little wholesome excitement." This decided me, and I went. My name, ftfl may be inferred from the words quoted above, is Trym Misa Prunella l'rym, of Rhododendron Villa, the Slopes, Cheltenham. I am comfortably well-to-do in the world, and did not grudge the expense of taking two servanta with me my trusty maid Onbbins, and Thomas Coachman, a very steady, elderly man, long in the service of my late par ihe ller' 1r7m D. D- rreen dary of Dulchester, and rector of Great Tith ington, of whose savings I was Bole heiress. Although Thonias, from old habit, ias still called "Coachman," 1 do not keep a carriage, preferring to hire one when required, and the man takes care of the garden, besides offici ating in a domestic capacity as a kind of Irntler. Maid and man are old and faithful Attendants, and I felt their presence a sort of protection. I was to travel to Taria by easy stages, taking two days for the journey, and, on arriving there, I intended to drive straight to the house of a married friend, an old school fellow (if the term "fellow" can be applied to a lady without disrespect), now. Mrs. Trim mles, of the Avenue de l'lmplratrioe, Champs Elys6es. I meant, of course, to take apart ments for myself, but I dreaded the enormous prices and distracting noise of an hotel crowded with eager excursionists. I waa very glad, therefore, to accept the hospitable invi tation of Marion Trimmlea how odd it seemed to call her anything but Marion Freeman, as when we learned French and wore the back board in the same class 1 to make her house my head-quarters while looking out for something suitable. Mr. Trimmlea, who is a ' good Bort of person, but not very well-bred, though considered as a catch for Marion, bav in p a lartre fortune, made somehow out of o a 7 - vj Government contracts, and who is older than liis wife, and lives in Paris to please her, Seconded her invitation in what I admit was a very hearty manner. And so, with a conside rable quantity of baggage since it would not do to appear in such a place as Paris without an ample wardrobe and with the good wishes and hopeful predictions of my friends, I Started for the continent. During the first portion of the journey there was nothing to record. The degrading mise ries of the sea passage, the two hours con sumed in which seemed to me to be elastic, and to be equal to two of the longest of long days that I had ever spent; the prying of the French custom house officers into trunks and boxes these topics are too trite to be worth dilating upon. 1 only know that I shuddered when first I saw a horrid foreigner a male person, with a glazed hat and monstachios plunge his pre suming paws into the midst of my wearing ap parel, and could hardly suppress a shriek as I saw my all-sorts-of-things of which a man is supposed to know, and ought to know, nothing tossed over and towzled about, and held up for inspection in the most brazen style. But I will say that these whiskered officials were vastly polite to me, in their impertinont, smirking, foreign way, and did not seize any thing, although poor Gubbina was unjustly suspected of being a female smuggler, and narrowly escaped the indignity of a search, but at my intercession was permitted to pass on. Then Thomas, as I am told ia the case with most English men-servants abroad, grumbled a good deal, and was per petually losing himself here, and getting left behind there, so that I grew quite weary of hunting after him and interpreting for him, and began to wish I had left him and Gubbins (who was tearful and resigned, and gave her self the most provoking airs of being a martyr) at home. I was wrong, though. Before my feet were on the Paris pavement, I had cause to be thankful that those two true and trusty creatures had accompanied me. The dusk of evening was fast closing in already when we arrived at Amiens, and there, of course, we, the passengers by the tidal ex press from Boulogne, had to alight and change trains. The notice, "For Ladies Only," though, of course, it was in French, affixed to the door of a first-class compartment, caught my eye. "Ouvrez, Monsieur, s'il tous plait," I said to a slim young guard, who held a key in his hand. lie pulled open the door with a jerk. "Madame will be alone," he said, "alone all tje way. She will have the carriage to herself up to Paris." I . got in accordingly, and Gubbina and Thomas proceeded to make me comfortable, and to hand me in my portable property bag, dresa ing-case, cloaks, shawls, packet of sand withes, guide-books, and all. I travel with a good deal of light luggage, hecause, although it makes the getting in and out of the carriage a work of time, and although one is always wretched for fear of forgetting sometning, one never knows what one may want iancy work, or a book, or a smelling-bottle and it ia best to be prepared. Then my man and maid went to take their own seats in the second clasa, at some little distance, ana presently the tram started. "Well, thia is nice," said I, as 1 settled my self snugly in a well-padded corner, and drew a shawl around my knees "this is nice. We unprotected females, as they call us, have the best of it." l saw tins in a Kind or self-satis-fled soliloquy, aa the train rattled on throutrh the thickening darkness. We were clear of Amiens by this time, station, city, ramparts. and bifurcation, and were rushing very fast through a lonely country, where great rushy pools, sullen sheets of water that looked lead rolored in the dim light, were the most con spicuous objects of the landscape. A bare, blurred landscape it was, with only here and there a white cottage or a stunted tree to break the dull uniformity of swamp and pasture. It was not you may be Bure, the beauty of the propped that had prompted my remark, but the fact that the train, on account of the Ex hibition, I suppose, was very full. There were large families, and young men, and mar ried couplea, and queer Kussian-looking voyagers in black lambskin caps and furrel loots, but I waa the only lady travelling alone and whilst the rest were squeezed and shouted at imd thrust in anywhere, I, in my solitary ditrnTty had elbow-room and to spare, llence Sv remark; But what was my horror to hear, $$Sil heavy Bigh, in answer 10 A sighifnlost unmistakably was and yet I A Bigu ij Brriae- I clanoed round to waa alone in the carriage, i g an Yes ! Un bbu.v J-:--. fv j.ipht 8eat3 for my own THE DAILY EVENING : TELEGRAPHPHILADELPHIA, FRIDAY, AUGUST 2, 1867, mounted, and fitted with a Bramah lock, a most convenient bag, in whi;h I kept my keyB, my purse, and a few other indinpensa ble articles), and my parasol, umbrella, and dressing-case. Nothing was disturbed. Who then had heaved the deep sigh that had fol lowed bo immediately upon my little out break of self-congratulation f Lither . my senses must have played me false, or I myself must have sighed without knowing it. Fancy is capable of straDge pranks, and thia is a epocimen of them, thought I; but at that very moment I heard a low sound, something be tween a groan and a growl, and then a rus tling noise that appeared to prooeed from be neath the seat opposite to me, and on the elastic cushions of which my feet were com fortably reposing. I snatched them away, now my feet, I mean more abruptly than waa consistent with the elegant placidity that I had always maintained to le the true de deportment for a gentlewoman. I am sure, thia time, that my eara had not deceived me. But what could be the origin of the extra ordinary sounds that had thus broken in upon my reverie 1 The idea of ghosta I sternly re buked. I have always, as a rule, set my face against ghosts. I am a sound churchwoman. I hope, and not superstitious, and I have never countenanced any of the idle talk of the younger generation of my neighbors with regard to Bpirit-knocks and table-turning, things which I am certain my late lamented father, Dr. Prym, would never have permitted in his parish. Besides, though I have heard or haunted houses, I never did happen to hear of a haunted railway-carriage. The notion was preposterous. But again came the same sound, the growl thia time predominating over the groan, and the stealthy rustling noise increased, and I saw the valance opposite to me shake violently. I grew excessively nervous. " What had I got for a fellow-traveller f Then the idea flashed upon me that the creature concealed beneath the drab drapery in front of me was probably a dog, and slily placed there by some dishonest master who preferred to make the company carry his canine favorite gratis to providing quarters for him in the regular doggery, or whatever they call it. There was some relief in that supposition, but, even then, my position was far from being an agreeable one. I am one of those persons who dislike dogs, except, of course, ia their proper place. And their proper place ia not where I am. I have all my life, too, had a lively fear of hydrophobia, and the idea that a strange dog and a large one, to judge by the disturbance that it made in dragging itself over the floor waa boxed up with me, and with no one to keen it in order, waa very unwelcome. What might the brute do, if irritated 1 I determined to be conciliatory, and yet on the alert, so that while I picked up my parasol as the readiest weapon I could find, in case of a sud den rush, I said, in a coaxing tone, "Poor fellow I pooty fellow I good dog I" A hoarse, gurgling noise, resembling the deep, harsh gurrh 1 gurrh 1 that I once heard from two savage mastiffs, worrying one another at the corner or the street, replied to my endear ments, and already in imagination I felt the beast's sharp teeth close upon my ankle, but in sugared accents i resumed: "Poor fellow, poor " when I beheld a sight that stopped me woras on my nps, iroze the blood in my veins, and turned me, for the moment, into stone. The flapping drab valance waa lifted, and out popped a head not the head of a dog. Timid as I am when confronted by these aui mals, 1 should infinitely have preferred to set eyes upon the sleek coat and black muzzle and grinning teeth of even a bulldog, to the shock ing reality of the case. This was the head of a man. I sat, gasping and staring, with my useless parasol pointed at the intruder. All that I had ever heard or read, of atrocities perpetrated in railway travel, stories of mad men, of felons, and of riotous wretches wild with drink, came crowding upon my mind at once. And here was I, in a fair way myself to supply the raw material for a sensational para graph in the newspapers; I, Prunella Prym, the very last person that any acquaintance of hers would have supposed likely to figure, however blamelessly, in the grim column of accidents and offenses. I thought of all this as I gazed, horror-stricken, at the face before me, the face of a man of forty years of age, broad, sunfreckled, impudent, with a shaggy brown beard like the mane of an ugly lion. How long I looked at this unwelcome appari tion I cannot tell; but I was recalled at once to a sense of decorum and of the peril of my posi tion, by the rude remark, in a rough north country accent, "Hope you'll know me again, old lady I. that's all I" It was with an Englishman, then, that I had to deal. There was one comfort in that, for at least I could beg my life with a certainty of being understood, whereas I might find the irregular verbs and the genders horribly in my way in the attempt to mollify a foreign scoundrel. I had discovered since crossing the channel that my French, learned aa it had been at the selectest of select seminaries, and from a native with a Parisian aocent, was not quite so fluent or correct in practice as it had been declared to be in theory. It was, in fact, what an amusing literary gentleman whom I met at one of our Cheltenham tea parties desoribed as the French of Stratford-atte-Bowe, rather than the French of Paris. It waa preferable to appeal to the better feel ings of a ruffian of one's own country and speech. Meanwhile the body had followed the head in struggling out from underneath the seat, and the whole man stood on the floor of the swaying carriage, which in that part of the journey rocked and jerked a good deal, bo that he had to lay hold of the padded partition next to him to steady himself. He was very red in the face, and he panted for breath, and groaned aa he stretched his limbs. "Cramped in every joint, and as near being smothered as ever a chap was 1" grumbled the man. "You don't know how hot and close it is under there, ma'am, breathing what seema more like wool-dust than air into one's lungs, and aching till you begin to think you'll never straighten your backbone again. It's been a long bout of it. to me, the run from Amiens." This last observation suggested to me that we were still at a considerable distance from Paris much farther, naturally, than from Amiens since the space that .had appeared bo long and no wonder to the man, crouched under the seat and half stilled, had seemed to me but trilling. What a much longer "bout" would be the remainder of the jour ney, if it were to be performed in Buch com pany as this 1 Uut I was puzzled aa to what reply would be most belittiug under the cir cumstances. Keally, to judge by this man's tone of intense Belf-commiseration,' one might have thought that he expected we to condole with him on the inconveniences of hid late painful position beneath the valance 1 Bat that Beemed as absurd as it would be to de plore the misfortunes of a burglar who should cut hia linger in removing the glass from ono'B pantry window, while f could not ask the he-creature his motives for bo Bingular a con cealment, lest the answer might prove to be of a character practical and unpleasant What did he want f Was it my watch and ncsej tn wticU tie Tiiiain. fcai dga, or was it my life also that was at stake, or-1 or wan he an escaped lunatic one of those terri ble truants from the asylums where the insane are lodged, and who now and then break loose by some preternatural exertion of force or cunning, and range, wild beast like, until they are hunted down t He did not look mad, but then looks bo often mislead; and, in any case, his purpose must be au unlawful one. No respectable man would have lain in ambush under the seat of a railway carriage that much was only too clear. "Snug this, isn't it, ma'am f " Bald the tres passer, with a dreadful sort of jocularity, after a time; "uncommonly snug call it only ua two 1" and he threw himself into the middle seat of the carriage, on the opposite side, and rubbed his great hands together ia an insulting way that made my flesh creep. I had been taking a wary survey of him out oi the corners of my eyes for some minutes, in hopes of ascertaining what kind of evil-doer he was, but I could not make my mind up. lie was tolerably well dressed in a suit of black broadcloth, but it waa very dusty and fluffy, aa was natural, after hia sojourn beneath the drab drapery; and hia cravat, of a staring pattern, red and green, was loose and awry. He had a soft felt hat, a silver guardchain, and very muscular hands, with short thick fingers. He was a strongly built, thick-set personage, of middle height, and unquestionably what we at Cheltenham call a vulgarian. He might, by a general grit tines s and dinginess that clung to him, have had something to do with coals, or wood, or iron, or contracts for railway making, or that kind of avocation. He waa upright, however, and sunburned, and had, very likely, been a volunteer, somewhere in that north country whence he came. He was not a common thief, whatever he might be. "This is the compartment for ladies only, ain't it f" said the intruder, bluntly, after a fresh pause. Now I must speak. I felt that, while at the same time I had not any idea of the wisest course to pursue. Should I freeze the audacious wretch by a chilling behavior, and assert my womanly dignity by monosyllabic coldness f or should I play a bolder game, and be aflable ? All things considered, I thought I would be affable. "It is so, sir," said I, trying to speak in the same conciliatory tone that I should have used at Rhododendron Villa to a morning visitor our vicar, for example, or old Sir George Huff, who drinks the waters annually. "I'm in luck, for once 1" said the man, joyously smiting his knee with hia open hand with a violence that made me start. "I didn't know, when I got in and crawled under that flounce of a thing, whether half-a-dozen bothersome chaps mightn't come taking their places, and poking their portmanteaua and traps under neath, in which case I'd have been discovered to a certainty. Besides, the cramps were so bad, lying doubled upthere, that I must have hallooed long before we got to Paris, whoever had been in the carriage. I say what's that ? Sand wiches, by George I" and the fellow pounced upon the packet, neatly done up in white paper, that lay on the seat in front of mine, and began to eat aa voraciously aa if he had been on short commons for a week. "I'm half starved; hungry as a hawk," he growled out, with his mouth full; "and so would any fellow be that had been hunted up and down, and forced to hide behind hay stacks, aa I have. It was touch and go with me in Amiens. I'd have been grabbed before to-morrow, if I'd not seen this carriage in a Biding, under a shed, with the door open, and a porter trimming the lamp. I overheard one of the French beggars say this was to be part of the train, and lucky it waa I learned some of their lingo when I waa never mind that 1 Got a drop of comfort with you, ma'am ? rum, gin, brandy? I'm not nice" (which last word, however, he pronounced "nash," but I guessed his meaning). I felt ready to faint. "You are very wel come to the sanwiches," said I, "but as for ardent spirits, I am sorry that I cannot meet your wishes. As a lady " "Ah I but you look just the sensible, easy sort of lady to have a flask of something com fortable along with you;" said the man, with an incredulous grin. "What'a that in the little basket f It looka like a bottle, don't it t " and he very coolly drew the basket over to warda him aa he spoke, and removed the wicker-covered bottle within. But the bottle contained nothing more tempting than eau de cologne, and my free-and-easy new acquaintance laid it down with an oath. "I should have been the better for a raw nip 1" he said, sulkily, and then he jumped up, and peered through the glass into the night. We had just passed the lighta of a Email station at which the express made no halt. There was a long and awkward silence. It was broken by the intrusive stranger. He had taken up my Bradshaw, which lay among my other portable articles, and waa fluttering over the leaves: "I his train stops but once," he muttered to himself; "we shall get to Creil preeently." My heart was in my mouth, as it were, when I heard this, and remembered that we were approaching the large junction that he had named. We should make a halt there, and if 1 could but keep thia savage in good humor until within reach of help, then He seemed to read my thoughts, for he bent for ward, looking fixedly at me the while, - and gripped me by the wrist with a force that made me give a little scream. There waa a black bruise left behind by the grasp of hi3 hard hand, a bruise that I showed to sympa thizing friends for a month afterwards. "No nonsense, ma'am, for I won't stand it !" he said, threateningly; "when you get to that station, you'll please to sit as still do you hear ? aa if you were a waxwork. Beckon to a porter, call the guard, speak one word above your breath, and Bee what comes of it !" "What right have you " I began, doing my best to pluck up a little spirit; but he cut me short. "Might's right in a job like this," he said, very gruffly, and with bo fierce a look that I gave up all ideas of opposition, and began to sob. But even this consolation was denied me, for the man said, aDgrily, that he "withed I'd leave off that row; he hated snivelling." And I was forced to be calm. ! My tyrant now pulled his soft felt hat down over his brows, and leaning back in his place, seemed to be either half asleep or deep in thought. I sat watching him as a half-dead mouse might eye a cat. The train flew on, racing towarda Creil. My thoughts were aa busy as my limbs were inert. Who, or what, waa this man f What had he done f And, more interesting still, from a personal point of view, what waa he going to do f That he was in dread of pursuers of some kind, I knew, but whether he was flying from officers of justice, or asylum warders, or private ene mies, I knew not. ' Creil at last. Creil, with all its lights, ita large station; lamps flashing, holla ringing, traina rumbling to and fro, Btir and bustle in plenty. We rolled in, and came to a jangling 6top; and there was opening of carriage doors, and Bound of cheerful voices, and alighting of passengers, and wheeling up of barrow loads of luggage. But I eat as still and aa mute as if, to use my despot'a own words, I had been a waxwork indeed. Fear silenced me aa completely aa if -1 had ieon deaf and dumb, audi Ivt Ut ppportvuutj psj by wiUieut s 7orJV,,1p',6 efrort t0 ca,l 'r a rescue. , My terrible fellow-traveller chuckled ogrlshly aa the last door was slammed, aa the whistle sounded, and off went the train again, bound for Paris. "Now, miss, or ma'am, whichever you may be, there's time enough for us to settle our little affairs before we get to Paris. You seem a sensible, tidyish old girl, and I'm sure you won't make any unnecessary fuss. I'm not a man to be trilled with 1" As the wretch made the above remarks, he drew out hia Bilver hunting watch opened it, and looked at it as if he were computing the number of minutes that remained to him. "Lota of timet" be observed, putting up his watch. What did the monster mean 1 I trembled from head to foot, and I should liked to have fainted, but did not dare to permit myself bo much as a slight hysterical attack. The case waa too serious for such palliatives. Did he mean to murder me f I could not tell. He was a live riddle, beyond my guessing. When vexed, he waa ferocioua enough, but it waa a facetious sort of ferocity after .all, and I am not sure that he did not frighten mo more by leering and cnucKung, aa n ne naa wen an ogre indeed, than a solemn and meiodramatio vil lain could Lave. done. It waa with a keen and a melancholy interest that I suffered my thoughts to stray to Rhododendron Villa, the home that 1 should perhaps never see again; to my garden blooming in beauty; my azalias; my velvet lawn and glossy shrubbery; my birds, twittering behind their cage-wires; and poor Tibby, most faithful of cats, whose smooth white fur her mistress would never more caress. How I regretted my pusillanimity in not calling for help at the Creil station I Here I waa now, as much alone with thia man, mad or felonious, aa if we had been cast away together on some desolate island. The man seemed to be in no particular hurry, lie was master of the situation, and he knew it. He had drawn a thick parcel. wrapped in leather, from hia breast pocket, and for several minutes he sat poising and fingering this, as if to satisfy himself that ita contents were yet intact. Ihen he replaced It, and turned to me, watch in hand: "Time'a up t" he said briskly: "we must loot sharp, now I" Any one might have knocked me down with a feather. The crisis had come. Perhaps in a few moments should be hurled, dead or dying, out of the doorway of the carriage, and my bones crushed to splinters beneath the grinding iron wheela. "0, my good man 1" I began, but my tongue seemed to refuse its office. The tyrant laughed, but not in the same way as before Evidently, aa we drew near to Paris, he was himself growing fldgettyand ill atease. "Hark ye, ma'am," he said, hissing the words like a snake, into my ear; "I'm a desperate man. I'm drove and hunted till I don't care what I do, so as i can oniy pun through, if you choose. the little matter of business can be got over quietly and in a friendly spirit. But I'd as soon swing lor a sheep aa a lamb, so make up your mind yes, or no r" "Anything anything ladylike I" I gasped out, feebly. "You've hit it," said the Btranger, wim an undeserved admiration for my sup posed astuteness. "And pretty sharp you must be to find out what I'm driving at. Now aon i you scream, or any oi that. Hold your nands out, together sol" And he produced a red nanaKercniel, in which he proceeded, deftly, to form the noose of a slip-knot. To bind my hands together waa clearly hia intention. Such power of resistance aa there waa in me rose wildly up. "No, I won't 1" I screamed out. "Touch me, at your peril. I " It was useless. My pro test and my kicking (for I am certain I did kick, and vigorously) went for nothing. In one moment I found my hands aqueezed to gether, and my wrists tied as firmly as if my captor had never in hia life done anything but handcuff other people. I shrieked and shrieked again, almost cracking my voice in my frantio efforts to establish a communication with the guard. No one heard me or heeded me, of all the hundreds whirling up to Paris in my nominal company. And in a minute more I waa gagged, gagged with my own white pocket-handkerchief and a square of unfinished Berlin wool-work, that the miscreant snatched up from the same basket that had contained the wicker-covered bottle. I knew there were needlea left sticking in it, and I shuddered, but the thing waa done so quickly that 1 had no time for remonstrance. By this we were near enough to Paris for my bewildered eyes to distinguish the glow of sullen light that always heralds one's approach to a great city, and, aa we rushed on, the myriads of yellow lamps, like so many fiery eyes, began to twinkle and glimmer through the night. I sat, idly watching them, as I have heard that condemned persons Sometimes count the spikes of the dock, or the curls of the judge's wig. Every moment might be my last. When I looked round again, my tor mentor had metamorphosed his personal ap pearance in a manner that would have struck me speechless, even without the aid of the gag. He had taken up a large black silk cloak of mine, a cloak which I had often worn in going out on foot, to drink tea with my neighbors in summer, and which I called a calash. Thia he had wrapped round him so as to make it resemble the 6kirt of a dresa, and over it he wore my cashmere patelot, braided in jet, with a great Scotch shawl draping hia shouldera. He had a pocket looking-glass in hia hand, by the help of which he contemplated hia own features with a self-satisfied smirk, while he adjusted a Bilk neck-scarf, with fringed ends, bo as to hide hia shaggy beard. Was he mad, or Before I could frame a conjecture he turned, and with unceremonious haste transferred my bonnet a lilao bonnet, with black marabou feathera and rich bugle trimming from my head to his own. It was done rapidly, and so roughly that I felt doubly thankful that my hair is really and truly my own, aa otherwise it might have followed the bonnet. He tied the strings under his chin, with'a hasty jerk, and drew down the thick veil, so as to hide his face. Thus accoutred, the wretch might have been mistaken, on a cursory view, for a tall, powerful, grenadier sort of female, the rather that he put on what he doubtless con sidered as a mincing and delicate air, and held down his head, as if practising a part. But the reason of thia outrageous travesty waa beyond me. A madman's freak it might be, but then Bang 1 bang 1 bang I I heard the thud of the buffers, as carriage after carriage came to a halt, beside a brilliantly lighted platform, under the lotty iron roof of an enormous sta tion. Paris 1 Yes, we had arrived, with Bounding of the Bteam-whistle, aud tinkle of telegraph-bells, and gleaming of lamp-signals, and instantly began the roar and clang that attend the arrival of a long train at such a place as Paris; trucks, porters, passengers, all in motion at once, reclaiming luggage, collect ing family parties, and bawling for the miss ing. Mechanically, aa the niau let down the window, I tried to thrust out my head. "Not if I know it," said the ruffian, between hia teeth, and, seizing a long scarlet Bhawl, that Gubbina had persuaded me to take with me, he half dragged, half pushed me to the other side of the carriage, and bound me with the JSli&wl to the projecting aria Pf the par tition. "Keep still, if you're wise," he said, hoarsely; and then adding in a lighter tone, "I must borrow the bag, too wish you a good night, ma'am 1" opened the door, and gently retlosing it when outside, tripped wiiu tu greatest eflroutery across the lighted platform, carrying my bag (solid morocco, silver mounted), and wearing my bonnet, calash, etc., while I, their owner, sat in helpless bond age In a corner of the carriage. Before long, a thrill shot through me, as I heard Thomas Coachman's well-known voice asking gruffly, "Where's missus?" I waa within earshot of friends, then, and no longer defenseless. But, to my horror, Gubbins replied: "There she goes I yonder. What a nurry she's In, tool Come, Thomas I" "1 hat's never she." grumbled Thomas, with a fine intelligence" that did him infinite credit ; -mat's not our Misa Prunella, that great gawky maypole, striding along like a Cochin China fowl, I tell you I" But my faithful Gub bins was positive. She would Bwear to her mistress' Scotch shawl, she Bald, among a thousand; and she dragged Thomas off through the crowd. Words could never do Justice to my feelings, left thus deserted, for that those two trusty followers of mine had gone in pursuit of my will o'-the wisp of a Bhawl, on the Bhoulders of the impostor, I did not doubt. But it was in vain that I tried to extricate myself from my bonds; in vain that I essayed to call to my humble friends, betwixt whom and myself the distance widened at every instant. 1 could produce, thanks to the completeness with which the gag had been arranged, no sound louder than the gurgling cry of some drowning person. while, fastened aa I waa to the woodwork of the partition, I resembled a fixture of the com pany's rolling stock, more than a lady of pro perty and social consideration. Gradually the crowd thinned, the noise decreased, the bustle dwindled, and the porters went composedly about their regular work of "breaking up" (I believe I use the correct expression) the now empty train. . I heard a man come scrambling along the roofs of the carriages, to extinguish the lamps, no doubt, lor the light overhead waa abruptly put out, and I was left in total darkness, shivering in a corner of the compartment. 1 Bay shivering, because, though by the almanao the month was May, to judge by my feelings it might have been te binary, it was one or those raw chill evenings of which we had so many in the spring of this year, and 1 trembled, not only with fear, but with cold aa well. But I waa quite powerless even to call for assistance, and the lamps were put out, and the axles tapped with a hammer, and the coupling chains and screws undone, and the train divided into sections, like au eel beneath the cook's chopper, without any one's being aware that the compartment "For Ladies Only" had still an Involuntary occupier. Presently two men arrived, summoned by a third, and my carriage wa3 pushed along the rails, placed on what 1 believe is called a turn table, and slowly spun round. There waa a click and a jerk, and the men stood panting and resting after their exertions. Lively fears came pressing now, like a hideous phantasmagoria, on my wretched brain aa I sat alone in the darkness. What would become of me ? I gathered from what I heard of the discourse of the men at work on the train, that the carriage of which I was a most unwilling tenant was to be put aside ("shunted away" is, I am told, the technical English phrase), as not immediately wanted. Here was a pleasant prospect ! I should be left in some out-of-the-way shed, in some dreary storehouse, In a crypt, or a tunnel, or some patch of neglected ground, lumbered with rusty engines and disused carriages, and there l might starve to death, or be murdered by thieves, or perhaps eaten by rats. I had read shocking things of the rats of Paris, and there I was, dumb, while one cry would save me. "AUons I en route !" exclaimed one of the porters, and the carriage was pushed on a yard or so. I made a violent effort to proclaim my presence, in vain. "Guggle I guggle 1 gug gle 1" such were the only sounds that I could frame, and for a minute or two I continued guggling like an insane soda-water bottle, and then ceased, exhausted, despairing. Gubbins it was, my faithful Gubbins, that saved me after all. Her voice waa sweeter than musio in my ears, aa the door was torn open, and by the bright yellow glare of several lanterns I saw my two worthy creatures, and with them half-a-dozen of railway officials, led by a man in uniform, with "Interpreter" embroidered on his gold-laced cap. Amid ex clamations and outcries I was released and helped to alight. The bandage round my wrists was untied; the gag was taken from my mouth; and then 1 let my head fall on the sympathetic shoulder of Gubbins, and en joyed for the first time the luxury of a good cry. " But whatever haa come to you, ma'am ? Where's your bonnet ?" was my maid's very natural question. And then, rather incoherently, I suppose, I told my etory. The interpreter listened to H with great eagerness, "lleml" he said; "that lamous rascal, the esc roc, that the English detectives have been watching for, must have been the purloiner of the bonnet. Parbleu ! Madame will have to repeat all thia for the information of the police." And an agreeable promenade I had of it. acrosa the rails, and along the lighted plat- lorm, where everyone connected with the sta tion came out to stare at my bonnetless head and disordered hair, and generally scared and crumpled appearance. I must have looked more like some dishevelled virago fresh from a street affray than anything else, as I was brought into the office of the commissary of police, where 1 found, not merely that mno tionary and his agents, with their swords and cocked hats, but two English detective officers, from Scotland Yard, in plain clothes. There was a dreadful fuss, taking of deposi tions, reading over of answers, questioning without end, but at last the truth dawned upon me. The man the monster to whom my misfor tunes were due turned out to be a runaway cashier of some great ironworks, near Brad ford in Yorkshire. He had gone off with nearly nineteen hundred pounda in gold and notes, the property of his employera, and it was discovered that he had obtained his post by means of a forged character, and waa an old offender, well known to the police. He had been tracked as far aa Amiens, where he narrowly escaped capture by concealing him self near the railway station and selecting a moment when, unobserved, he waa able to Blip into a railway carriage and ensconce himself under the valance, whence he had emerged in the manner I have described. Guessing pretty accurately that his pursuers would be on the lookout for him at the Paris terminus, he had formed the bold and cratty design of muffling himself in my spare wearing apparel, and in this disguise of getting unsuspected out of the station. And in this, thanka to the crowd and the bustle, he succeeded only too well. He gave the Blip to the detectives, aud I have not yet had the pleasure of reading an account of hia apprehension. . It was very late when I waa permitted to leave the police office, and aa my keys were all la the bag which the e windier had car lied off, along with my bonnet and other thing, so mat i was unauie 10 open my iruoKS ior the satisfaction of the octroi employes, while my purse and railway ticket were gone with my keys, I felt that 1 could not present my self, in my present disreputable attire, bon netless and untidy, at my friend's house. Mr. Trimmles is not a man of reuned sympathies, and he afterwards received the tale of my hair breadth escape with such unfeeling merri ment aa to cause me to be thankful that I had not made a laughing-Btock of myself by going direct to iuarion s aooae, aa i naa meant to do. I went therefore to a hotel, and tremendoua aa the sum total of my bill for three days certainly waa, and heavy aa were the extortions to which I, along with multitudea of my countrymen, had to submit during my month's survey of the Ex hibition, I cared less for them than I could have believed possible, giaa.ana graieiui as i was to have cot aa well aa I did out of that nightmare or a journey t.1 snau snun carriages labelled "For Ladies Only," in future, aa a hydrophobic patient shuns cold water) never to be forgotten, by Prunella Prym or any of her circle or Cheltenham society, io we last day of their lives. From Temple Bar. SUMMER RESORTS. UNITED STATES HOTEL, ATLANTIC CITY, N. J., IS NOW OPEN. FOB PARTICULARS, ADDRESS BBOWN Jk WOEIPPEB, ATLANTIC CITV, Or No. 827 RICHMOND Street, Philadelphia. 6102m MERCHANTS' HOTEL, CAPE IS LA XI), W. J. Thin beantltnl and commodious Hotel la now open for the reception of guests. It Is on the main avenue to the Beach, and lees than one square from the ocean. WILLIAM MASON.t 1 8 PROPRIETOR. AMERICAN HOUSE, CAPE ISLAND, N. J., Y JOSEPH K. HUClHi-o, formerly of the Ocean House Due square from the depot and the ocean. Hoard per day, or i6 to i8 per week 7 Mouuaiot s EA BATHING NATIONAL HALL, CAPB llsLAND. N. J. This lame and conimodlrma llotel, known as the National liall, is now receiving Visitors, lerma moderate. Children and servants ball price. AAHON UARKKTHON, e 2m Proprietor. HOOP SKIRTS. QQ HOOP SKIRT 8. GQQ UXlO HOPKINS' "OWN MAKE." O-rfSO PRICES REDUCED I II Pi affords ns much pleasure to annonnoe to OCT numerous patrons and tue publlo, that In conse quenceifa slight decline in Hoop Skirt material, together with our Increased facilities for manufao. turlng, and a strict adherence to BUYINU and bEIi.LINU for CA8H, we aie enabled to offer all out JUSTLY CELEBRATED HOOP SKIRTS at RE DUCED PRICES. And our Skirts will always, aa bereioiore, be found In every respect more desirable, and really cheaper than any single or double spring Hoop Skirt In the market, while our assortment U unequalled. Also, constantly receiving from New York and the Eastern Stales full Hues ol low priced Skirls, at very low prices; among which is a lot of Plain Skirts at the following rates; 16 springs, 56c; 20 springs, 66c; iS springs, 75c. i So springs, 85c.; 86 springs, 6o.j and 44 springs, ll'OU, Skirts made to order, altered, and repaired. Whole sale and retail, at the Philadelphia Hoop Skirt Em porium, No. 628 AitC'H Street, below Seveuth. g 10 am rp WILLIAM T. HOPKINS. INTERNAL REVENUE" REVENUE STAMPS FOR BALE AT THE ' PRINCIPAL. AGENCY, . NO. 57 soirxn tiiibd street, phi la, A LIBERAL DISCOUNT ALLOWED. Ordersfor Stamped Checks received, and delivered with despatch Orders by mall or express promptly attended to. 7 291m JACOB E. RIDUWAT. FURNITURE, BEDDING, ETC. 1o housekeepers: I have large stock of every variety ol FURNITURE, Which I will sell at reduced prices. consiKin niu. PLAIN AND MARBLE TOP CvilAusITB WALNUT CHAMUER SUITS. BUX. PAkLOK SUITS IN VELVET PLUSH. PARLOK SUITS IN HAIR CLOTH. -PARLOR SUITS IN RK1B. ' Sideboards. Extension Tables, Wardrobes. Book cases, Katlresses, Lounges, etc. etc . P. P. mJHTIJIK, 8 11 N. B. corner BPXX)ND and BACK Streets. ESTABLISHED H95. A. S. ROBINSON French Plate Looking-Glasses, ENGRAVINGS, PAINTINGS, DRAWINGS. ETC. Manufacturer of all kinds of lOOKlKCl.Cll.AaM, PoBTItAIT, AND, PIC 'Jim. ru OHIJtOU. No. 910 OHE8NUT STREET. THIRD LOOR ABOVE THE CONTINENTAL, gHlLADBLPHIa. HARDWARE, CUTLERY, ETC. C U T L E R , Y. ; A fi tiA nuunrl rutin ( nnriTriKm . ta hlk wtm,' ""h azoks RAZOR STROPS, LADIKst' HClsT SHEARS, El C.i IAMBUS- L. V. HKLMOLD'8 Cutlery Store, No. 138 South TENTH Street, 1! Three doors above Walnut, ''OVERTIME NT 'i 4V 4 PROPERTY AT PRIVATT CAir rrinwx.rn awning makers take the Tn.I.V.?.Jf r;T. CDftHP' ,et 0'n a lot of lfcoa hospital lenu uXLfc nd " troax many oi which "n TpnUri i,1"1 f "rchad by ns. ouuee duck. AUo y n1ws "1 01 l"B h U of all kind,, eTc. ,G0Vernwnl BS?i.l1?,laJ'u, H"rne .8T.nd m North RONT Street. JiS av.EJi. UN-MAKEIi. SOUTH EKAVr.WADINO OUN9 altered to lowest ratesT ,U "J8 beBt manner, at the 7 m it p P. W. B. THE PET OF THE UOUStUOLD. VAiSiATK1iT WINDOW BOWER. ' em- ti, . . "Ti'r: J 1 " uve them to liiulr shut- wrtiHrT"IkJ Twenty . UB,nB"-"loiea r tihonw. Pr!o. liw No.HS.XUXllDgt,
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