Samuel Brohl and Company . nal songs. This he failed to finish ; tearsstarted in his eyes, emotion overpowerd his broke off abruptly, asking pardon for theweakness that had caused him to make himselfridiculous; but one glance at Mile. Moriaz con-vinced him that she did not find him ridiculous. A most invaluable resource, indeed, in a moun-tain-country where the evenings are long, is a Polewho knows how to talk and to sing. M. Moriazliked music ; but he liked something else he could not go into society and was forbid-den to work, he grew sleepy after dinner ; in orderto ro
Samuel Brohl and Company . nal songs. This he failed to finish ; tearsstarted in his eyes, emotion overpowerd his broke off abruptly, asking pardon for theweakness that had caused him to make himselfridiculous; but one glance at Mile. Moriaz con-vinced him that she did not find him ridiculous. A most invaluable resource, indeed, in a moun-tain-country where the evenings are long, is a Polewho knows how to talk and to sing. M. Moriazliked music ; but he liked something else he could not go into society and was forbid-den to work, he grew sleepy after dinner ; in orderto rouse himself he was glad to play a hand ofbdzique or dcartd. For want of some one better,he played with Mile. Moiseney ; but this make-shift was little to his taste ; he disliked immenselycoming into too close proximity with the pinchedvisage and yellow ribbons of Pope Joan. He pro-posed to Count Larinski to take a hand with him,and his proposal was accepted with the best grace 70 HE STRUCK UP OiVE OF HIS OWN NATIONAL SONGS. Samuel Brohl and Company in the world. Decidedly this man is good foreverything, thought M. Moriaz, and he conceiveda great liking for him. The result was, that dur-ing an entire week Count Abel passed every even-ing- at the Hotel Badrutt. Your father is a most peculiar man, saidMile. Moiseney, indignantly, to Antoinette. Heis shockingly egotistical. He has confiscated The idea of employing such a man asthat to play bdzique! He will stop coming. But the counts former savageness seemedwholly subdued. He did not stop coming. One evening M. Moriaz committed an im-prudence. In making an odd trick, he carelesslyasked M. Larinski who had been his piano pro-fessor. ** One whose portrait I always carry aboutme, was the reply. And, drawing from his vest-pocket a medal-lion, he presented it to M. Moriaz, who, afterhaving looked at it, passed it over to his medallion contained the portrait of a womanwith blond hair, blue eyes, a refined, lovely
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