The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1852-04-20

o conversation fuil OF those graceful n0things
which women always love 10 hear, but Adelaide
was 10 no mood Tor gaye,y. The Count 10
ienily watched the play Of her eloquent features
and then, as ifhe OWNED The tumult Of her
feelings. suddenly changed the topic to one Of
deeper interest; He spoke Of himself--oi his
various adventures-of his persona. feelings
and, fioalIy, Of his approaching departure for
Europe. Adelaide's cheek grew paer as he
spoke. but she suppressed the cry which rose
10 her lips. The Count eszed earnestly upon
her then seizing her hand and clasping il close
iy between his own, he poured forih the most
passionate expressions Of affection. Half lain
ting with the excess Of her emotions, Adelaide
sat motionless as a statue, until aroused by the
the Counts eutreaties Cor reply. With Bit
ter self reproach she attempted TO answer him.
Fai,eriugly but frankly. she stated her fathers
objections 10 her union witha foreigner, and
blamed herself for having ptrmiued an iniima-
cy which could not end in suffering for both.
Only tell me, Adelaide, tina, your fathers
prejudces are the sole obstacle said the Count
pass,onate ely; cay but that you could haze low
ed me, aud / shall be content
adelaide blushed and trembIed.'
For the love Of Heaven, answer me but by a
look. .t....
'Timidly that downcast eye was raised TO
his, and he ,oas answered. ........ ,f..
Adelaide he resumed alter a nomrnrs
pause. I'VE may be happy. Gould you love
the humble citizen as well as the noble Coun,r
"A slight pressure Of the little hand which
lay 10 hs.and fitting smile on the uemuious
lip was sufficient reply ...... .,
Then he me. Adelaide said her lover;
i will return 10 my country--I will restore my
houors to who bestowed them, and iheb mao
hope TO meri- s.
My utter contempt. cried Adelaide. vshe-
men,ly. what, resign you country-forfeit
the name OF your faihers-desert your inherit
ance of duiies,-No, Count Pfeiffenbammer! il
a love Of freedom led you to become citizen
Of our happy land, none would so gladly wei
would receive the sacrifice as tribute TO
| transitory passion. ....
"A transitory passion, Adelaider .....
| Gould l expect stability of feeling in him
who can so easily abandon his native land
and forget the claims of his countryl You
have taught me bitter lessan, Count. Nc
American would have shown such weakness
of character as fondIy believed to be all thai
his lips professed. Would we had never met,
added she, bursting into tears.
| Adelaide" said the Count. "you love mo
those precious tears assure me that you love
me. Be mine. sweet one; your father will no,
be lneXoraOle-ne azores you,
And therefore," said she, "you would have
made him wretched for life. Because he looks
up me pth idolatry, you would have me des
ecrate the image he has worshpped. Count
| Pfeiffenhammer, we must part! You do moi
understand my nature-I have been deceived
in you3' ..f.
"You have! you have been deceived. my
own sweet cousin!" cried the Count, as ht
covered her hand with passionate kisses. Yol
have rejected Count Pfeifenhammer; will yo,
also refuse the hand of your madcap cousin
Cearles Winstanley, whose little wife yol
were seven years agor'
adelaide started from her seat in wild sur
prise. "What means all this?-Charle
| Winstanley 1.-THE Countr The sudden re
vusion of feeling overpowered her, and couslr
Horace entered the room, just in time to SCI
her sink fainting in Charles Winstanley'
arms.
Nov the anger of the lady, when she re
covered and learned the trick which had beeI
practised upon her-the merrment Of cobsir
Horace-the satitfaction of the father, and th
final reconciliation of all differences may the.
not be for better imagined than described!
A few weeks after, a splendid party wa
agained assembled in Mr.. Wasingham'
drawing rooms; but Adelaide was no longe
the life of the party. Attired in bridal array
and deckcd with the rich Jewels which ono
sparkled on the person aof the false Count. sh
sat in blushing beauty besidn her cousin Char
les, who. now that he had shaven off his nous
tache, and reduced his whiskers. looked lik
what he really was. a true American.
But why, Charles. did you WOO me in sucl
outIdndish guser' whispered she, smiling.
because. you vowed to marry none but al
outlandish wooer. Plain Charles Winstane,
would never have he en- allowed tho opportiinit
of winning the heart which Count Pfeiffen
hammer so closely becieged."
"Ay, ay, Charles" said the happy father
''if American women would only value maj
for the weight of his brains, rather than tn
lightness of his heels. and the strength of hi
principles, rether than the elegance of hi
manners, we should have less foreign foppery
ard moro of homeiy virtue in our country"