The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-04-19

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house poured flood of light through the
! crimson silk curtains upon the wet AMI
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 tairest among them all stood
| the mistress of the festival. Attired in a
robe of white Grape, with no other orna-
ment than pearl bandeau con6ning her
dark tresses, she looked the personiication
of joy.
cousin Horace she exclaimed, as she
saw her tavorite cousin enter the room,
you have not been here these three days.;
,, and then, in a lower tone, she added, who
was that splendid Don Wn,skaranl1 with
whom | saw you walk II yestetdayH
Horace laid his finger on his lip as a
tall figure emerged from the crowd at the
entrance of the room-'Miss WaIsingham,
allow me to present to you the mosIno5ie
Count Pteifenhammer.'
The blood mounted into Adelaide's
cheek as the Count bowed low over the
hand which he hastened to secure for the
next quadrille There was mischieyous
sparkle in Horace's eye, and deep and
earnest degolednes5 in The strangers man
ner, which made her feel little unc0mfor-
table, though she knew not why. 4 sin
gle glance sulficed to show her that the
Count was attired in magnificent court
suit, with diamond buckles at the knee,
and diamond band looping up the elegant
chabsau5ra5, which encum5ered his arm.
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more courageously at him. lie was tall
and exceedingly well shaped; his eyes
were very bright, but the chief attraction
was beautiful mouth, garnished with the
most splendid mous,ache that .ee gfaced
an American ballroom. Adelaide was
deligh ed. He danced elegantly; not with
the sill awkward manner OF an American,
who always seems half ashamed of the un-
dlgnltied part he is playing, but with
buoyancy of step and grace of motion per-
lecdy unrivalled. Adelaide was enchan-
ted. He spoke English very well; Slight
German accent alone betrayed his foreign
birth, and Adelaide did not like him the
less for that. 1t is true she felt a little
queer when she found herself whirling
through the waliz in the arms Of an entire
stranger, and her brow flushed with some
thing very like anger, when she felt his
bearded lip upon her hand, as he placed her
in seat, but this was only the freedom Of
fereign manners.
The evening passed away like a dream,
and Adelaide retired to her room with
burning cheek, and frame exhausted by
what she deemed pleasure.-She was too
much excited for sleep, and when She APP
pearel at her fathers break}ast-tajla Ca
daty which she never neglected. it was
with such pale check and heavy eye that
he was seriously alarmed.
'These late hours Will kill you my
child said he, as he kissed her forehead;
Il shall return at noon, and if find you
still SO languid, III send for Dr.
So saying, he slept into his carriage and
drove to his counting-room, where, INNER
sed in business he quite fergot Adelaide's
cheek, until the dinner hoIr summoned
him from his dingy little office to his state
ly mansiGn As he entered the door, he
recollected AdelaIde's exhausted look.
Poor child murmured he, 4 wO.ldef
how she is.
A low musical laugh struck on his ear
as the servant threw opon the drawing
room, and the sight Of her radiant counte-
nance, looking more brilliant than ever, as
she sat between Cousin Horace and the
Count, soon quieted his fears.
Mr.. Walsingham. in common with most
Americans of the olden time, had great
prejudice against foreigners. If they are
real lords he used to say, 'they don't want
my daughter; and il they are not real lords,
,ay daughter don't want them His no
tons of the Teutonic character Were foun-
ded upon the wonderful stories which his
mother used to tell HIM about the Hessians,
and vague ideas of rutfians and child-eat-
ers were associated in his mind with every
thing German. The coldness with which
he saluted the noble Count, formed a stri-
king contrast to the cordial warmth with
which he grasped the hand of his nephew.
Glad to see you, Horace-couldn't
speak word TO yoI last night, you were
SO surrounded with pretty girls. By the
way, boy drawing him aside, 'who is
that hairy-faced fellow!'
That is Count Pfeiffenhammer, uncle
'Count Pipehammer.-well, the Ger
mans have certainly an odd fancy in names
Pray what is his business?' sBusiless!'