Georgetown weekly news., 1855-04-12
From the London Court Journal.
The life of n CoUuette.

quette and a widow, and was too proud of
the precious freedom of widowhood to wish
to mark it second time in the silkenbonds
of wedlOck. So strengthening her weak
woman's heart with the shield of universal
coquetry, she bade defiance to the siohs and
! vows with which she was attacked She
laughed at the credulity Of her victims. and
despised them that they could sue 10 long
and so yanly; but in their triumplis She lost
the better attributes of the wonlan's gifts
her beauty, her youth, and her wit-she
trampled them under foot as worthy offer
ings to her own pride Of soul. The only
recollection our widow kept of matrimony
was, that it had furnished her with tyrant
and fortune Her husband had been cold,
stern, and infexible, bat the fates decreed
that she should soon be released from him,
and she was blooming and beautiful, the
cynosure of every gaze-among the men, be
it understood Perhaps it was notso Who'll
ly her own fault that she was such a despot.
Her bright eye gave laws to her crowd of
followers She rewarded with smile; she
could punish with single word; cxtermin-
ate with an epigram; exile with look
She felt her power, and used it. Men fear
ed her wit, while they were led captive by
her beauty. Women hated her, but could
not detect flaw in the snow of her charac-
ter worse than that she was a cold-hearted
coquette. There was, however, one among
her train Of adorers who had vowed to HIM
self to win this lady, and he threw himself
heart and soul ,at the coquette' feet sure that
the reality of his own feelings must conquer
! 4l,o f. of hO,, H.
was all heart and feeling. "Loves greatest
miracle is to slay coquetry," said her unfor-
tunate lover when he left the salons where
his mistress reigned supreme. But to Mad
anne B a secret voice murmured in the
tones of rejoicing, "What happiness to love
no one and to see ones self beloved by all.
But what mystery to the lover, to see his
worshipped smiling upon all the same beam
ing smile! Hide jealousy from the scorn-
ful eyes Of this coquette sighed the beat
ing heart. OF all Ills which love brings,
jealousy is the one for which woman has the
1 least sympathy. And 50 the Count Stephano
hid his mystery in flight. Absence is the
tomb OF slight passions; hut it fans tn
sparks of a real affection into a flame He,
therefore, as it was but natural that he
should, as quickly returned, and laid his at-
fections once more at her feet Count
Stephano was not now to be denied; she
had listened too long-she had gone too far
to recede-she should hear him He CON
tinued his persevering address, till one MORN
ing she sent him this letter:
"Your love annoys me. dear friend-for
50, in spite OF all. must call you-and your
/ jealousy frightenes me. | have, therefore.
taken refuge in flight, and by the time you
receive this, shall be far on my way to a
land whittier yon dare not follow me. Nv
uncle commands an Austrian garrison in
/ Italy, and | mean to join him at Milan. |
hope, one of these days, to meet you again
in France, when you shall have learned to
sink the lover i'll the friend; and when |
hope to find you a reasonable and modest
gentleman, instead of a wilful, passionate,
Italian lover, who cares not to understand
the caprices of woman's heart
"She shall not escape me thus" he said
'the coquette shall learn what it is to deal
with mems hearts. | will follow her."
He was prescribed, his estates confsca-
ted, and a price set upon his head. He
again. The Count Stephano had taken ac-
tive part in some revolutionary proceedings
in his native land. and having rendered HIM
self obnoxious to the Austrian government,
escaped with his life and a moderate fortune
to France.
The Baronne had been some short time
in Milan, when one day General vs. s
chasseur announced a French traveller, who
desired to see Madame B at once.
"His name?" said the lady.
He will not give it,
'Then we will not admit him." said the
General.
"Oh, let us see him." said the Baronne.
"Perhaps it is some friend of mine who is in
distress"
"As you will, said the General.
And Count Stephano entered the cham
ber.
If Madame B had uttered the name
which trcmbed on her lips, the Counts fate
would have been soon declded but for once
the coquettes ready wit served her in a good
cause.
"Ahl my dear cousin" cried she, chow
glad l am to see you. No doubt you have
taken me at my word, and you are come to
escort me home again. shall be ready in
a few days. Allow me to introduce to you
my uncle. Dear uncle, this is one of my
husbands family, whom you have never met
before"
The old Austrian General held out his
hand to the Count, and babe him courte-
Gus welcome. Count Stephano could scarce
ly repress smile at his strange position, al
though he felt that he stood in perilous
situations; and the lady suffered all the hor-
rors OF intense anxiety, now but imperfectly
veiled beneath her usual gay and careless
air. For the first time in her life, our CO.
quette felt that she had to reply before God
and man for the life which her levity had
naced in iennardv She naSSed the night