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

sOnly tell me, Adelaide that your faith
er's prejudlces are the sole obstacle said
the count passiondtely; say but that you
could have loved me, and [ shall be con-
tent Adelaide blushed and trembled.
''For the love of heaven, answer me but
by looI<.''
Timidly that downcasf eye was raised
to his, and he was answered.
''Adelaide," he resumed, after mo-
ment's pause, ''we may yet be happy
Could you love the humble citizen as
well as the noble Count"
slight pressure of the hand which lay
in his, and fitting smile on the tremu-
lous lip, was sufficient reply.
'Then hear me, Adelaide said her
lover; 81 viii return to my country-I
will restore my honors 10 him who be-
spwed them, and then | may hope to
merit-'
..My utter contempt" cried Adelaide,
velemently. :'What resign your country
Forfeit the name of your fathers-do-
sert your inheritance of duties!-No,
Count Pfeif'enhammer if a love of free
dom led you to become a citizen of our
happy land, none would SO gladly well
come you as Adelaide Walsingham; but
never would [ receive the sacrifice as a
tribute to transitory passion ~ transit
tory passion, Adelaide!'
Gould 1 expect stability of feeling in
him who can SO easily abandon his ma
i've land and forget the claims of his coun-
Try! You have taught me a bitter lesson,
Count. No American would have shown
such weakness of character as [ have wit
messed in him whom | fondIy believed to
be all that his lips professed. Would we
had never met" adQed she, bursting into
tears. .Adelaide,' 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 me
wre.c he'd TOR life, Count Pfeiflenham-
mer, we must part! Yon do not
understand my nature-I have been de-
celged III you.' You have, you have
oeen deceived, my own sweet cousinr
cried the Count, as he covered her hand
with passionate kisses. You have re-
jscted Count Pfeiifenhammer; viii you al
SO refuse the hand of your madcap cousin,
Charles Wlnstanley, whose little wife you
we're seven years ago!'
Adelaide started from her seat in wild
surprise, What means all this?-Charles
~lnstlnley!-the Counl' The sudden
reVu.s,on OF feeling o. empowered her, and
cousin Horace entered the room Just in
time to see her sink faintng in Charles
Wmstanley's arms. The anger of the
iidy when she recovered and learned the
he trick which had been practised upon
no Of .r,,-;,,
The satisfaction of the father, and the final
reconciliation OF all diiferences-may be
far better imagined than described.
A few weeks after, splendid party
was again assembled in Mr.. Walsingham'
driving rooms; but Adelaide was no lon
ger the life of the party. Attired in bri-
dal array, and decked with the rich Jewels
which once sparkied on the person of the
iabe Count, she sat in blushing beauty
besidc her cousin Charles, who, now that
he had shaven off his moustache and re-
dueed his whiskers, looked like what he
really was, true American-sBut why,
Charles, did you WOO me in such outiand-
iSh guise!' whispered she, smiling.
.Because you vowed to marry none but
an outlaudi8h wooer. Plain Charles
WistanIoy woald never have been allowed
the opportunity of winning the heart
which Count Pfeifenhammer so closely
beseiged.' 'Ay, ay, Charles said the
happy father, If American women would
only value a man for the weight of his
brains, rather than the lightness of his
heels, ard arGld the strength of his principles,
rather than the elegance OF hi1s manners,
we should have less of foreign foppery,
and more of homely virtue in our coun-
try.-1he GIFT.