The Archive · 1905

The Wrong Man

Our chieftainess rose, and made for him direct. Alas! she was a short-sighted Indy—wo had not thought of that. She returned in triumph, followed by a dismal-looking man I had met the year before in the Black Forest, and had hoped never meet again. Idrew her aside. What-gover you do," Tanid, "don't ask-——" forget his name. One of these days I'll forget him altogether xnd be happier. I will call him Johnson " He would turn the whole thing into a funeral before we were half-way there. I climbed a mountain with him once. Ho makes you forget all your other troubles; that is the only thing he is good for." "But who is Johnson?" she demanded. "Why, that's Johnson," I explained—" the thing you've brought over. Why unearth didn't you leave it alone? Where's your woman's instinct?" Great heavens!" she cried, "Tthoughtit ws Tompkins. I've invited him, and he's accepted." She war a stickler for politeness, and would not heat of his being told that he had been mistaken for an agreeable man, but thnt the error, most fortunately, had been discovered in time. He started a row with the driver of the sledge, and devoted the journey outwards to an argument on the fiscal question. He told the proprietor of the hotel what he thought of German cooking, and insisted on having the windows open.—n German stadent—sang, Deutschland liber alles," which led to a leated. discussion on the proper place of sentiment in literature, and a general denunciation by Johnson of Teutonic characteristics in general. Wewwlid not since. Johnson said that, of course, he spoke only for him-elf but the sight wid lo-aged ladies and gentlemen catching hold of each other round the middle and ging about like children was to him rather a saddening spectacle, but to the young euch gambolling wax natural. Let the youn ones indulge themselves. Quly four of our party could claim to he under thirty with any hope ai success. They were kind enough not to impress tlw fact upon us. Johnson enlivened the ji hack by a searching analysis of enjoyment: Of what did it really consist? Yet, on wishing him "Goodnight," our chieftainess thanked him for his company in precisely the same terms she would applied to Tompkins, who, by unflagging good humour and tact, would have made the day worth remembering to us all for all ime.

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