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

U6I OWN ptdCc OF nINu, SHE IldQ also rlSkcu the
| loss Of his.
This state of things could not long exis,
without an explanation. Six months had
scarcely passed since Adelaide first beheld the
noble stranger, and already her young cheek
had lost its glow, and her step its buoyant
lightness. She was sitting alone one morning,
brooding over her melancholy forebodings,
when the door opened, and the object of her
thoughts entered. Seating himself beside her,
he commenced a conversation full Of those grace
ful nothings ,chich aoomen af,oays lone TO hear i;
but Adelaide was in no mood for gayety. The
| Count intently watched the play Of her elo-
| quent features, and then as if he OWNED the
tumult of her feelings suddenly changed the
topic to one of deeper interest. He spoke of
hmself-of his various adventures-of his
personal feelings-and, finally of his approach
Ter as he spoke, but she suppressed the cry
nestly upon her; then seizlng her hand and
.cIasping it closely between his own, he pour
ed forth the most passionate expressions of af-
| fiction. Half fainting with the excess Of her
emotions, Adelaide sat mc.ionless as statue,
| until aroused by the Counts entreaties for re-
ply. With bitter self-reproach she attempted
stated her fathers objections to her union with
| a foreigner, and blamed herself for having per-
mitted an intimacy which could only end in
suffering for both.
'Only tell me Adelaide, that your fathers
prejudices are the sole obstacle said the Count
2assonately; say bu, that you could have
| loved me, and | shall be content Adelaide
bIushed and trembed. For the love Of heav-
en-, answer me but by look 2
Timidy that downcast eye was raised to his,
and he aDas answered.
Adelaide he returned, after moments
pause, we may yet be happy. Could you
love the humble citizen as we'll as the noble
Count!'
A slight pressure Of the hand which lay in
his, and fitting smile on the tremulous lip,
was sufficient reply.
Then hear me, Adelaide said her lover !;
Twill return to fly country-l will restore
my honors to him who bestowed them, and
then may hope to merit -
'My utter contempt cried Adelaide, vehe-
menty. What, resign your country-torielt
the name CT your fathers-desert your inherI-
lance of duties. No, Count Pleifeuhammer !!
if love of freedom led you to become ci'i
zen of our happy land none would so gladly
welcome you as Adelaide Walsingham; but
| never would | receive the sacrifice as q tribute
| to transItory passion
'Transitosy passion, Adelaide'
Gould expect, stability of feeling in him
who can so easily abandon his native land, and
| forget the claims Of his country! You have
| taught ME bitter lesson, Count. No Amer
| lean would have shown such weakness of char
acter as have witnessed in him whom fond
| " believed to be all that his lips professed.-
| Would we had never met added she bursting
| into tears.
sAdelaide,' said the Count, those precious
tears assure me that you love me. BE mine,
sweet one, your father will not be inexorable.
And therefore, said she, you would have
me make him wretched for life. Count Pfeit-
enhammer, we must part! You do not under
stand my nature-l have been deceived in you :
you have! you have been deceived, my
own sweet cousin - cried the Count as he COW
cred her hand with passionate kisses. You
have rejected Count Pfetfenhammer; will you
also refuse the hand of your mad-cap consn,
Charles Winstanley, whose little wife you
were seven years ago!
Adelaide started from her seat in wild sur
prise. What means all this !-Charles Win
stanley the Count The sudden revul-
sion Of feeling overpowered her, and cousin
Horace entered the room just in time to see
her faintng in Charles Winstanley's arms
The anger of the lady when she recovered and
learned the trick which had been practsed
upon her-the merriment of her cousn Hor-
ace-the satisfaction OF the father, and the
final reconciliation of all differences-may be
far better imagined than described.
A few weeks after, splendid party was
again assembled in Mr.. Walsingham's draw
ing-rooins; but Adelaide was no longer the
life of the party. ALFRED in bridal array, and
decked with rich Jewels which once sparked
on the person of the false Count. she sat blush
ing beauty beside her cousin Charles, who,
now that he had shaven off his mustaches and
reduced his whiskers, looked like what he re-
ally was, true American.
But why, Charles, did you WOO me in such
outlandiA guise?' whispered she, smiling.
because you vowed to marry none but an
outlandish wooer. Plain Charles Winstanley
would never have been allowed the opportuni-
ty of winning the heart which Count Pieltfen'
hammer so closely besieged.'
.Ay, Charles said the happy father, IF
WOMEN WOULD ONLY VALUE A MAN FOR THE
WEIGHT OF HIS BRAINS, RATHER THAN THE
LIGHTNEss OF HIS HEELS, AND THE STRENGTH
OF HIS PRINCIPLES, RATHER THAN THE ELEGANCE
OF HIS MANNERS, WE SHOULD HAVE LESS OF FOR
EIGN FoPPERY AND MORE OF HoMEJi Virtue IN
OUR COUNTRY y. .. ..
More TRouBLE.-The correspondent Of the
Boston Mail, writing from Derby, VT, towr
on the Boundary line, states that quite serl
Gus row had occurred between party OF Yer
monters and party of Canadians, who were
fishing in Lake Memphremagog. The Yer