Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1841-02-26

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ruE COUNT .a.ND TIE COUSIN:
STORY.
who is that beautiful girl to whom you
bowed so familiarity said Charles Wlstanley
10 Horace Greenville, as they proceeded down
the steps of the City Ho.el.
That was Adelaide Walsingham, your
cousin and mine, Chales,' said Horace. Re-
alIy YOU must have left your memory among
| the beauties of Paris, if you cannot recognize
YOUR nearest OF kim
You forget, Horace, that when | last saw
Adelaide, she was lively little hoyden, scarce
ten years old; the lapse of seven years makes
wonderous difference in lady, whatever 1t
may do with gentleman
Nay, if you begin to discuss Times chan
ges, Charles, must confess you cannot con-
graduate yourself upon having escaped a touch
of his finger. Who, in that bronzed complex
ion and hirsute visage, could discover any ira
ces of that smooth checked boy whom last
saw on the deck of French racket ship some
seven wears ago! But tell me why did you
not write that you were coming homer
Because did not know my own mind
Horace, really was not quite certain about
it until had been week at sea. The odd
pronunciation ofmy German valet having caus-
ed my name to be placed upon the list OF pas
sengers as MIR. Stanley, it occurred to me that
! the mistake would enable me to return incog-
niio, and thought would humor the joke, II
but to see how many of my old friends would
recognize me- | arrived late last evening,
and should now be perfect stranger in my ma
tive city, had not accidentally met you this
morning; and even you Horace did not at ilrst
| know me-.
know you, Charles! who the deuce could
even see you behind that immense growth OF
| 5rush-wood upon your lip and cheek. DO
you really mean to wear those enormous whls-
| kers ana moustaches =?
Certainly not longer than suits my present
purposes, Horace. When was in Germany
| | learned to wear mustaches for the same rea-
son that learned to smoke the meerschaum-
because every body else did it. In Pals re-
duced them little, but did not entirely ban
| sh them, because there | also found them in
| fashion. A lively little French lady,a passen-
ger in our ship, wagered pair OF Paris gloves
| ttldt i WOulu lOt wear tucH q WYNN III 1A"SI0
| lea: l accepted the bet, and for one week you
| will see me bearded like the pard."
Nay. if you like them,' said Horace laugh
ing, you need not seek an excuse for wearing
them; they are quite the fashion; and ladies
now estimate man, not as they once did, by
his altitude, but by the length of his whiskers.'
Il have no desire to win ladies' favor by
wearing an nnshaven face,' answered Charles;
but pray, Horace, tell me something more
about our pretty cousin
sShe is as lovely in character, Charles, as
she is in person, but she has one great fault;
ike the most of our fashionable bellies she has
mania for every thing foreign. Her manners,
her dress, her servants, all come from abroad,
and she has declared to me repeatedly her res
olution never to marry an American
what is that my fair countrywomen so
much admire in their foreign lovers! said
| Charles.
'Oh, they say there is polish and elegance
| of manner belonging to foreigners, which Amer
leans never possess. Two of Adelaide's init
mate friends have recently married scons OF
some antediluvian German family land our love.
" cousin is ambitious Of forming an equally
splendid alliance
If she were to marry western farmer,' said
Charles, with smile, 'she would reign over
principally quite as large, and perhaps more
hourshing, than usually belong to these emf
grant mobiles.
Adelaide is noble hearted GIRL replied
Horace, and wish she could be cured of her
folly
'If she is really sensible girl, Horace sand
that is her only fault, think she might be
cured
Horace shook his head.
'Come and dine with me, Horace; be care
fu to tell no one Of my arrival, and We'll dis
cuss the matter over bottle of fine old Madei-
"a, if you are not too fashionable to drink it,
4
The windows of Mr.. WaLsingham's house
poured a flood of light through the crimson silk
curtains upon the wet and dreary looking street,
while the music heard at intervals told to the
| gaping crowd collected about the door, that
the rich were making merry. The decorated
rooms were brilliant with an array of youth and
beauty, but fairest among them all stood the
mistress of the festival. ALFRED in robe of
white Grape, with no other ornament than a
pearl paEdeau combining her dark tresses, she
looked the personifcation ofjoy.
sCousin Horace she exclaimed, as she
saw her favoritc cousin enter the room, you
have not been here these three days. and then
in lower tone she added, 'who was that
splendid Don Whiskerando with whom saw
you walking yesterday!'
Horace laid his finger on his lips as tall
figure emerged from the crowd at the entrance
of the room-' Miss Wasingham, allow me to
present to you the most noble Count Pfeffen-
hammer
The blood mounted into Adelaide's cheek as
the Count bowed low over the hand which he
FASTENED to secure for the next quadrille.-
There was mischievous sparkle in Horace's