The Smyrna telegraph. (Smyrna, Del.) 1849-1850, 1850-01-24

from the room. sgf q
q shall go mad + said the poor count. My
wife 7 there's nothing left but just to blow my
brains out. ml
A female figure entered covered with deep
veil. The count rose, bowed and requested
her to be seated. 1t was a cold greeting and
a strange interview.
'Count Julian SAID the lady, in voice so
harsh and strained, that it grated on the fine
musical ear of her auditor. d little thought
whep you swore to love and protect her at the
altar's foot, that Isabella de Mendoza should
ever have to come and claim your reluctant
protection
The count only answered by groan.
But, however, forgive you; continued the
harsh voice. Might and day have dream
ed ofland onged for this hour. I've been
cultiyating my mind to be worthy of you, for
know that when woman is deficient in per-
sonal charms, she must rely on her mental
accomplishments to fix the affections Of your
tickle SEX.
$50 you confess to an absence of personal
charms, madam. You are candid at least
FPhus, if my voice is not like that of the
nightengale, can hold an argument on meta
physics
q hate metaphysics, madam
'And can solve all the problems in Euclid.
Il detes mathematics
'And am perfectly familiar with Greek,
Hebrew and Latin
4 never could bear learnec woman, NUT
tered the count.
what is human beauty but perishabe
toy = exclaimed the lady. 'And, on the other
hand, what matters it if face be deeply
marked with that dreadful disorder, the small
pox, provided the mind be bright, fair and un-
blemished y
'For Heavens sake, lsabellaP cried the
count, sraise your veil and let me know the
worst
His wish was complied with. The veil was
raised, and disclosed the fair features, the
hrighf eyas, sed rosce'e 6impled cheeks Of Tnez
de Castro.
'Inez = he exclaimed.
'No,' answered the clear, musical voice OF
the beautiful woman, from which every harsh
tone had fed, isabella de Mendoza that was
the wife Of Count Julian de Rosas that is
unless the count disdans TO claim theh and that
belongs to him.
Count Julian clasped her in his arms.
4 told you last night that was married,
said the countess. THAT was true. Marga-
rita said-''your husband is here" That
was equally true. told you if you fell by
my husbands hand it would be suicide. But
| suffered you to jump from the balcony TO
punish you for what you said about your mar
riage and myself had "cast in my eye"
had 2 Has it turned out perfect squint p
and the countess turned her brilliant, black
and langushing eyes full on the confused, but
happy and love-stricken Julian.
'How did you find out what said, Isa-
bella p
you little thought when you were making
a confdant ofthe page who entered your SER
vice month ago, that Juan and Isabella were
one and the same.'
Upon my word, you are the most accom-
pshed actress in the world =
ell have done with masquerading forever
1t gave me great deal of trouble to play two
parts and keep up two disguises. Last night
after you left here, was compelled to make
you wait at my house while changed my
de;ss, for left moment after you, and only
gotfhere a moment before you, out of breath.
But won't weary you now with recital Of
all the ways and means took to fix your at
tention and win your love-
Dear Isabella
lfyou are not satisfied yet-you know you
can a11z'ly.t for a divorce.'
Breathe that word again, and I'll smother
you with kisses
THAT'S temptation, not threat said the
countess.
Leaving the married lovers completely hap.
py in their reunion, and wishing them Joy, we
drop the curtain on their strange, eventful
history. Flag Of our Union.
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Hor AND CoLD--An Irishman discovered
a part of the woodwork of a chimney-piece
on fire, that endangered the whole house,
He rushed up stairs to his master, announced
the alarming intelligence. Down he rushed
with him. A large kettle of boiling water
Il { =