Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1843-09-05

Ptcfchtcu SolHS 10 ncopera COmlQuc neat
Monday, shall be there Monday week, or
ifnot. on the third Monday; but, added She,
with charming expression Of voice, Il
hope to be as exact this time as the proceed
ing ones, and it shall not be my fault if your
rccompense is not equal TO your merit!
'lt will be q thousand times SUPERIOR
cried Charles, re-assured by the honey Of
the last sentence against the doubt express
sed IN the preceding one.
The next morning he came to tell me Of
the new incident, and made me promise to
accompany him to the theatre the follow
ing Monday, We went accordingly, armed
with the best opcra-g lasScs. but they were
useless, for the unknown had not made her
appearance. The second Monday the
same thing happened, and my confiding
friend began to be alarmed.
The third and last Monday ave returned
to our post, and congratulated ourselves on
our perseverance, when we saw the black
gown and white bonnet at the appointed
place.
There she tsp exclaimed Busy with
some emotion. At the first glance he rec
ognsed the bouquet she carried in her
hand.
Our opera-glasses were Immediately
brough into play, and saw tolcrable pretty
person, who on her part seemed to be ex-
aiming us very attcntivcly through her
1 glass. But had hardly had time o look al
her, when heard a chorus Of angry ex-
malions all around me.
The eXclamOtions proceeded from q group
: Of young men, whose eyes ond opera glass
es were fixing the same object as we were
They were all more or less agitated, al
though in different ways. Some seemed
ashamed, Others furious, and some complete
y Supplied, but all appeared afraid to lool
; at one another.
What is all this!" said to Charles
who replied by Il most piteous look, anC
Selling me by the arm dragged me into the
lobby. Thence he took Il last glance
through the window in Il box-door at The
lady in the white bonnet who had still he
opora-glass on the opposite balcony.
"W hat do you think Of my duchcss?'
: said he with a tragi-eomic smile.
"Why," replied |, '.nothing very remark
able. | expected something better, con
5 fess.o
He put his mouth close to my car, anc
sunk his voice in low whisper.
sslt is Mademoiselle X. the flower sclle
in the Rue Vivinncl To day is the firsl o
April, and leave you TO Judge of the ex
tent of the mystiication of which and ou
friends in the balcony yondcr have beer
victims! Profit by my experience, and abov,
| all if you should meet me in the street, il
the course Of the next three months, dom
look me in the face
So saying, and mullling himself in hi
paletot, Busy darted down the stairs, lcav
5 ing me struggling violently with an incln;
ton to laugh, which became ifresistib!,
when | saw his companions in misfortune
: pass one after another before me, eacl
looking more foolish than the proceeding
one. counted them and found they wcr,
ten in number, whence | concluded that a
the rate of five twenty franc bouquets
piece, the flower girls carnival had pro
duced her ABOUT thousand francs in hare
cash, without reckoning the amusement
> These young men had, besides, brough
her shop into notice, so that now no dandy
would think Of buying a noscgay of any
body but Madcmoiselle X.
TWAS discovered afterwards that she lat
got the namesand sufficient of the historic:
Of her dupes from a friend others, who wa:
waiter at the club TO which Charles an(
his companions belong The skill will
which she kept up their Illusion, and tho
power of captivation she gave proof o.
under the mask, will not appear surprising
to those who are acquainted with tho
natural wit and tact commonly possessed
by that class of Partisan women.
!. My friend Busy learnt two things from
his mistortune-.to beware of the pulling
system, whatever disguise it may assume
and to remember that at a masked ball there
are not two persons more alike than Ouch
ess and a nower-girl.