Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-03-27
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his eyes and drawing down his mouth when
he did not know what to say-which was usr.
ally the case after he staid on errands.'
The Baron contracted his brows, and bit in
his lips.
Fix your face as you will'-continued Mrs
Quimby-you are as like him as you can look
am sure l ought to remember Jacob Stimbel,
for had all the trouble of teaching him to do
his work, besides learning him to talk Ameri-
can and as soon as he had learnt, he cleared
himself off as told you, and ran away from
u.s.
The Baron now turned to Matilda Bentley,
and endeavored to engage her attention by an
earnest conversation in an under tone; and
Mrs. Bentley looked daggers at Aunt Quimby,
who said in low voice to lady that sat next
to her-'What pity Mrs. Bentley has such
violent way with her eyes. She'd be hand
some woman if it was not for that
Then resuming her former tone, the imper-
turbable old lady lady continucd-'Some of
these Dutch people that came over German re-
demptioners, and were sold out of ships, have
made great fortunes'-and then turning to
lady who sat on the other side, she proceeded
to enumerate various wealthy and respectable
German families whose grandfathers and
grandmothers had been sold out of ships
Bromley Cheston perceiving that several ofthe
company were wincng under this infection,
proposed song from one of the young officers
whom he knew to be an accomplished vocalist.
This song was succeeded by several others,
and during the singing, the Blake Bentley
party gradually slipped away from the table.
After dinner the company withdrew and dis
persed themselves among the trees, while the
servants, &C., were dining. Mrs. Cheston
valnly did her utmost TO prevail on Aunt Quinn
by to go to the house and take sicsta.-
What for l'-said Mrs. Qnimby-'why should
| go to sleep when | ai'nt bit sleepy nev-
er was wider awake in my life. No, no
these parties don't come every day; and I'll
make the most of this now have had the good
luck to be at it. But-bless me now think
of it have not laid eyes on Mr.. Smith these
two hours-l hope he is not lost. When did
he leave the table Who saw him gol He's
not used to being in the woods, poor man -
The sound of the tambourne now denoted
the approach of the musicinas. and the compa-
ny adjourned to the dancing ground, which
was wide opening in the woods shaded all
round with fine trees, under which benches
had been placed. For the orchestra little
wooden gallery had been erected about eight
feet from the ground, running round the trunk
and amid the spreading boughs Of an imme nse
hickory.
The dancers had just taken their places for
the first set, when they were startled by the
shrieks of woman which seemed to ascend
from the river-beach below. The gentlemen
and many of the ladies ran to the edge of the
bank to ascertain the cause-and Aunt Quinn
by looking down among the first, exclaimed
oh mercy If there isn't Mr.. Smith col
larng the Baron, and Miss Matilda screaming
for dear life -
The Baron collaring Mr.. Smith, you
mean,' said Myrtilla, approaching the bank.
mo, no-I mean as say. Why who'd
think it was in Mr.. Smith to do such thing
Oh. see-only look how he shakes him
And now he gives him kick-only think Of
doing all that 10 Baron-but dare say he
deserves it. He looks more like Jake Stimbel
than ever
Captain Cheston sprung down the bank,
(most of the gentlemen running after him) and
Immediately reaching the scene of action, res
cued the foreigner, who seemed too frightened
to oppose any effectual resistance to his assail-
ant.
Mr.. Smith'-said Captain Cheston, what
is the meaning of this outrage-and in the
presence Of lady too y
The lady must excuse me'-replied Mr..
Smith, 'for it is in her behalf have thus for
gotten myself so far as to chastise on the spot
contemplate villain. Let US convey Miss
Bentley up the bank, for she seems greatly
agitated, and will then explain to the gentle
men the extraordinary scene they have just
Witnessed
'Only hear Mr.. Smith how he's talking
out y exclaimed Aunt Qnimby-'And there s
the Baron-felow putting up his coat collar and
sneaking off round the corner of the bank
I'm SO glad he's turned out a scamp!'
Having reached the top of the bank, Matilda
Bentley who had nearly tainted was lain on
bench and consigned to the care of her mother
and sisters. A flood of tears came to her re-
lief, and while she was indulging in them,
Mrs. Bentley joined the group who wese as
sembled round Mr.. Smith, and listening to his
narrative.
Mr. Smith explained that he knew this soi-
disant Baron Won Klingenberg TO be an i'm
postor and a swindler. That he had, some
years since, under another name, made his ap-
pearance in Paris. as an American gentleman,
of German origin, and large fortune; but soon
gambled away all his money. That he after
war ds, under different appellations, visited the
principal cities of the continent, but always
left behind the reputation of a swindler. That
he had seen him last in London, in the capaci-
ty Of valet to the real Baron Won Klingenberg,
who intending visit to the United States, had
hired him as being native Of America. and
familiar with the country and its customs
BIT an unforeseen circumstance having induc-
ed that gentleman to relinquish this tranatlan-
tic voyage, his American valet robbed him Of