The Sun.
London, England, 1859-09-17 00:00:00

A YANKEE DUPED.

Speaking of the elite, reminds me of what has
just befallen a young American now in Paris, and
I will take the liberty of giving the details of the
affair. He is a gay, ardent Southerner, and left
his native city a few months since, having arived
at the age of 21, and the full enjoyment of a large
fortune. He came to Paris with the intention of
getting into the best society. No new noblesse
would suit his refined taste. His desire was to be
on terms of delightful familiarity with the denizens
of the Faabourg St. Germain, the quartier, par
excellence, of the haute noblesse. Once in the gay
capital, he set about accomplishing his pur-
pose with decided energy. He perfected himself
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met of his determination. At last he made the ac-
quaintance of a young man, a fellow-pupil at the
dancing academy, to whom he imparted his desir
brulant. This new acquaintance praised the idea,
informed the young American that he was enchanted
to hear of this resolve, and ended by promising his
aid, which was no small gain, as he was a bona fide
Count, not one of the mushroom nobility, but a per-
son whose ancestors had had the inestimable pri-
vilege of following the crazy monk to Palestine
and knocking off the heads of sundry infidels. De-
cidedly he was of the ancienne noblesse, and he
felt flattered that a Republican should evince such
a praiseworthy desire to enter the circle of society
to which the Count belonged ; nay more, he would
assist the young stranger, and at once proposed to
introduce him to his aunt the Marquise. Delighted
beyond measure at this stroke of good fortune, the
American seized his new acquaintance by the hand
and in the most grateful manner returned his
thanks, and asked the noble Count to "take a
drink." The acquaintance ripened into the
warmest friendship ; so much so, that the Count
persuaded the American to take a larger suite of
rooms, to get a fine carriage and more servants,
and proposed to his delighted friend that they
should live together. They did so for several
months, during time which the young stranger
paid all the bills, it being agrecd that he should
do so for the first year, the Count the next. The
Southerner was duly presented to the Marquise,
whom he found to be a most charming woman, a
widow living in the Quartier St. Germain, and
having about her the evidences of wealth and
taste. She was very agreeable and kind to
the young stranger, and took him with her to
the opera, and to call upon many of her titled
friends. She was a handsome woman, and quite
young, and, as a natural consequence, the gentle-
man was soon epris of the Marquise. He even
went so far one night as to propose marriage.
She gravely told him that she was partial to him,
but that her family would never consent to her
marrying a man without a title. He was in
despair, and hastened to tell the Count, the confi•
dant of his love. The Count was very sorry, and
really did not know what to do for his young friend,
but would try to make the Marquise relent. The
next day the Count came in, radiant and with a
smiling air. He had found out an expedient by
which the American might overcome the difficulty.
He knew a man, an agent of the Duke of Tuscany,
who had a title for sale it was dear, but then the
Marquise was enormously rich, and loved the young
man so sincerely, that once he possessed this title
she would marry the American, even if it cost
him all his fortune. Fired with the idea of being
a noble, and espousing a Marquise, the young
Southerner rushed to the person indicated, and
asked the price of the wished-for title. Alas, it
was dear; almost all the money he possessed was
necessary to buy it. He hesitated but having
again seen the Marquise that night at a soiree
given by her, he signed a cheque, and handed it to
the seller of the title (who, by a wonderful coinei-
deuce, happened to be at the party), for the amount
asked for the parchment that was to make him the
happy possessor of a woman who, although much
older than himself, was a Marquise of the haute
noblesse. He returned to his rooms that night
full of hope and champagne, and sank to slum-
ber, mumuring the name of his future spouse.
Ire awoke late the next day to find the Count
gone, having just received a letter calling him to
one of his estates in Italy. The young man
cared but little for the absence of the Count ; he
flew to meet his promised wife. Arrived at the
house, he was informed that Madame no longer
lived there ; she had left in the morning early,
without saying where she was going. Light
dawned upon the Yankee: he rushed to his banker;
the cheque had been presented early in the morn-
ing and paid, but a few thousand francs remained
to his credit. He soon ascertained that he had been
duped—his parchment was all that remained ; and
upon opening the rouleau, he found that it was a
fine photograph of the Pont Neuf. This week the
young gentleman goes back to the United States,
cured of his desire to associate with the noblesse,
and a poor man.

This story has a moral which may be of service
to young strangers of all nations coming to Paris.
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Republicans, belonging to a country having no order
of nobility, and where all the men of mark are those
who have made their own standing and reputation.
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the above described carriages and liveries as—
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leave you to imagine what. The magnificent coats
of arms of these -Republicans are displayed by
them upon all occasions. They paste them in the
backs of their books, have them embroidered on
their clothes, carry immense seal rings with the
" arms" engraved thereupon most exquisitely, with
which rings they seal the most casual note they
have to write, be it to friend, stranger, tailor, or
bonnet-maker. Brother Jonathan must not be
astonished if John Bull and Crapaud shrug their
shoulders when the Yankees talk of equality and
independence, seeing as they do citizens of the
the boasted land of liberty go to any expense, or in
trigue in the meanest way, to be favoured with an
entree at a court ball, or to have a nobleman sit at
their dinner-table.—Lady's Newspaper.

In the issue of the South-Eastern New 41 per
Cent. Preference Shares, created on the Ist of September
for the contribution of .300,000 to the Charing.cross Rail-
way, it is understood that the rateable proportion in which
they can be claimed by South-Eastern proprietors is one
£lO new preference share for every £250 ordinary stock of
the South-Eastern Railway.