New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-02-05

hoy sa"e Al Jul Ouutte IHe heavens declare
the glory of God, and the armament showeth
forth his handiwork; day unto day uttereth
speeeh, and night unto night showeth know
| ledge"
| THE SECRET DISPATCH.
| From = Maurice 7rernap the Soldier of Fortune
! l made my way back to Ireland, and after
| loiterin' about home for some time, and no,
! liking the ways of turning to work again. took
saryice with one Mister Brooke, of Castle Brooke
| IN Fermanagh, young man that was Just come
! of age, and as great devil, God forgive me, a.
| ever was spawned. He was Protestant, but
| he didn't care much about one side or the other
| but only wanted divarsion and his own fun Out
| of the world and faix he took it, too He had
plenty of money, was a fine man to look at, and
had courage to face lion!
! The first place we went to was Aix-la Cha
| pel1e, for Mr.. Brooke was named something-T
forget what-to Lord Sandwich, that was going
| there as an ambassador. 1t was grand life
! there while it lasted. Such iveries, such
coaches, such elegant dinners every day, ] never
saw even in Paris But my master was soon
| sent away for piece of wildnesshe did There
was an ould Austrian there-a Count Rieden-
| segg was his name--and he was always
| plottin' and sehemin' with this, that. and the
| other; buyin up the secrets of others, and get
tin Mt their sacret papers one way or the other;
| and at last he begins to thry the same game
with us; and as he saw that Mr.. Brooke was
| very fond of high play, and would bet any
thing one offered him, the ould Count sends for
great gambler from Vienna, the greatest william.
| they say. that ever touched card. Ye may
have heard of him, tho twas long ago that he
| lived for he wa ) well known in them times He
was the Baron Won Breckendorf, and great
| friend afterward of the Prince Ragint and all
! the other blaguards in London
Well, sir, the baron arrives in great state,
with dispatches, they said, but sorrow other dis
patch he carried, nor some packs of marked
cards, and dice-box that could throw skies
whenever he wanted; and he puts up at the
Grand Hotel, with all his servants in fine liver.
| les. and as much state as prince. That very
day Mr.. Brooke dined with the Count, and il
the evening himself and the Baron sits down tt
the cards; and, pretending to be only playing
for silver, they were betting hundred guineas ol
every game.
g l always heerd that my master was cut
with the cards, and that few was equal to him il
any game with pasteboard ivory butt by m,
| conscience, he met his match now, for if it wa
| ould Nick was playin' he couldn't do the trick
mater than the Baron. He made every thing
come up just like magic; if he wanted a seven
Of diamonds, or an ace of spades, or the knave OF
clubs, there it was for you.
| Most gentlemen would have lost temper at
seein' the luck SO dead agin' them, and every
thing goin' so bad, but my master only smiled
and kept muttering to himself, ss Faix, t'sbeau-
tifnl; by my conscience it is elegant; never
saw any body could do it like that At last,
the Baron stops and asks, 6: What isit he's say
ing TO himself:" I'll tell you by and by. says
| my master, g when we're done playing , and so
| on they went, betting higher and higher, tillat
| last the stakes wasn't very far from thousand
pounds on n single card. At the end, Mr..
| Brooke lost every thing, and in the last game,
| by way of generosity, the Baron says TO him.
Double or quit" and he TUX it.
! This time luck stood to my master, and he
| turned the queen of hearts, and as there was
only one card could beat him, the game was all
as one as his own. The Baron takes up the
! master, leaning over the table, and talking in a
whisper; 'wait," says he, "what are you doin'
| there wild your thumb'" for sure enough he had
his thumb dug hard into the middle of the pack
| 6 DO you mean to insult me p says the Baron,
getting mighty red and throwing down the cards
on the table, ''Is that what you're at''
go on with the deal,'' says Mr.. Brooke,
quietly; but listen to me- and here he dropped
his voice to whisper &c as sure as you turn the
king of hearts FL send u ball through your
skull Go on now, and don't rise from that seat
| till you've finished the game" Fax, he just
did as he was bid; he turned little two or three
! Of diamonds, and gettin' up from the table, hs
| left the room, and the next morning there was
no more seen of him in Aix-la- Chapelle Bu
chat wasn't the end of it, for scarce was thu
Baron two posts on his journey, when my master
sends in his name, and says he wants to speal
| to Count Riedensegg. There was long time
| and great debatn', | believe, whether they,
let him in or not; for the Count couldn't max
| if it was mischief he was after; but at last h
was ushered into the bedroom where the othe
was in bed.
Count says he, after he fastened the doc
and saw that they were alone Count, yo,
| tried a dirty threk with that dirty spalpeen o
| a Baron-an ould blaguard that's as vel
known as Freney, the robber; but / forgiv
you for it all, for you did it in the way of bus
ness. L know well what you was afther; yo,
wanted u peep at our dispatches-there, y,
needn't look cross and angry-why wouldn't y,
do it, just as the Baron always took sly glance
at my cards before he played his own Well
now, Pm just in the hunor to serve you
They re not treating me as they ought here, and
I'm going away, and if you'll give me a few
letthers to some of the pretty women in Vienna
hateuka Bathtyani and Amelia Gradoffsky
and one or two men in the best set, I'll send
you in return some thing that will surprise you.
| Ii was after long time and great batm
about the bush, that the ould Count came in :;
| but the sight of sacret cipher did the business,
| and he consented, q
1 " Ihere 1t is, says Mr. Drooks' ihefe
the whole key to our correspondence, study it
well, and I'll bring you sacret dispatch in the
evening-some thing that will surprise you. y
" Ye will-will ye'" says the Count.
son the honor of an Irish gentleman, Twill, -
says Mr.. Brooke.
! 1.-The Count sits down on the spot and writes
the letters to all the Princesses and Countesses
in Vienna, saying that Mr.. Brooke was the
elegantest and politest, and most trusty young
gentleman ever he met and telling them to trea;
him with every consideration.
ssThere will be another account of me,'' says
the master to me, g by the post; but I'll travel
faster, and give me fair start, and ask nc
more''
And he was as good as his word, for he
started that evening for Vienna, without leave
or license, and that's the way he got dismissed
from his situation
" And did he break his promise to the count
| or did he really send him any intelligence" :"
&c He kept his word like gentleman; he pro-
missed him something that would surprise him
and so he did Hesent him the weddin' of Bally-
poreen in cypher. 1t took a week to make out
and suppose they've never got to the right