The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1856-06-26

pOliuclan, anu pnllantnrOplSt. lie is as rlcn
as Astor and how the devil he got in here,
can't make out. believe he has had himself
put in, for the purpose of studying the con-
Germ. He don't speak word of French, ex-
cept Oui and beaucoatp, and have been acting
as interpreter. When / told him that we were
not permitted to have liquor or tobacco, he pro-
nounced this about the best institution to be
found in France-the Maine Liquor Law in
practical operation. He has asked me to in
troduce all the Americans-so come along"
Dungleson and Drayton would have declined
this exposure of their situation to a stranger,
but Martin dragged them forward. Mr.
lifted his mild blue eyes and child-like face, at
the mention of their names, and regarded ear
nestly the wobegone youths before him, and
then said, abruptly
"Bad place, this, for US. People who can
stand such beast of an Emperor, want just
such all institution-it suits the French. We
must get out-get out immediately-get out
and go home-we are all wanted at home. Ag
riculture needs us at this very moment"
:" That is all very true" replied Tom Martin.
I" j have turn for agricultural pursuits, my
self. would rather be a rootdoctor on farm,
than remain regular practitioner in this place.
But how to get out-that's the question"
ave will soon solve that. Nothing is i'm
possible to Anglo-Saxon energy. l should not
be here now, could have caught lawyer, or
got hold of little law. We will see. Now,
no wand where do people sleep in this placer
The temptation is very great to dwell mi
nutely upon the experiences of this singularly
great man, during his brief stay in Chchy, but
my limits will not permit. The day following
the night of his admission, quite a crowd of
distinguished people filed the reception room,
rendering him service in any shape that it
might be needed. While Dungleson WIS look
ing on, in a very gloomy mood, he felt his arm
touched, and started back, in finding himself
face to face with his old adversary, Sydney
Johnston.
"Why, Lord bless me, Percival Dungleson, is
this you, and here?"
ayes, it is, l am sorry to say, and am an in
mate of this prison."
"But how-when-and why have you not
informed your friends?"
" / did not know of any,"
"Come, now, that is not fair. 1t is true, we
did have rencontre, but have some Irish i'll
my VEINS and love YOU all the better for it."
I" / beg your pardon" exclaimed Percival,
seizing Johnston warmly by the hand, 81 have
been a fool, and you were indeed my best
friend"
$50 You smoked out the Count and Countess,
at last But, there is mystery about the
matter that l cannot solve How came you to
assist them in their hight?"
"Assist them in their hight?"
"Precisely. But all know about it came
to me by the merest accident. | happened
at -, one night, on my way to Paris, and,
while waiting to have my passport examined,
the Prefet showed me yours and Drayton's, re-
questing me to look at the persons carrying it,
end say whether they were Americans or not.
4 tIo cd he
Countess Immediately, through their disguise,
but had had enough in the way of meddling
so l told the Prefet that the passport was gen.
uine, and away went our friends. Now, how
the devil could they manage to get your assist
ance?"
Dungleson narrated briefly the circumstances
attending their last night at Trouville. which l
have already written but he added, 81 cannot
understand why they should fly at all"
"Ohl / knew, when l saw them living at
Trouville, under an assumed name, that some
rascality had been perfected, and have since
learned that money transaction, very like a
swindle, had put the officers of justice on their
track, and but for your passport, they would
have been captured"
Pending Mr.. IS investigation of his own
affairs, and the examination and arranging of
Dunglesan and Drayton's accounts, time wore
which somewhat varied the monotony.
ave have some more of the nobility added
to Clchy," said Tom Martin-"a bully Count
Something and his wife, tiptop swells in the
fashionable world, l believe. Let's go and
make their acquaintance--somethi to boast
of when we return home. They are taking
leave of each other, for in this atrocious place
man puts asunder."
Something told Dungleson what he was to
witness. So, when he saw his once adored,
weeping in the arms of her husband, he was
neither shocked nor astonished. True it was,
there they were-beauty, grace, cultivation,
heartlessness, rascality, and impudence-the
embodiment of all-deserved inmates of Clichy.
He saw real tears streaming over the lovely
face, now distorted by genuine grief. He saw
them separate, and the lovely form, following
the officer along the gloomy passage, disappear
at the door. 1t was his last look, for, shortly
after, he and Drayton were liberated.
Not only our two friends were set at liberty,
but every American and two English sufferers
followed them out, for Mr.. - paid the en-
tire amount of their Indebtedness from his own
pocket. 1t was one of many acts done by him
in this world, so quietly, that, in the uproar of
political contests, they are unnoticed-indeed,
almost unknown. The great majority of my
readers will not think it strange to hear me
call this white coated, angular, abrupt, eccen-
trio philosopher an angel but, to q great mass
of the American people, it would sound absurd
ly extravagant. We exercise our ingenuity, in
this world, by blackening saints and white
Walking devils. Should we ever get to place
where earthly seemings are removed, and real
tiles appear palpable, what a time we will have
in the way of introductionsl do not believe /
shall know my friends, and am well satisfied that
will ha tote al eff
| am well convinced that the true character of
Mr.. - can be read upon the hearts of those
who, that day, followed him out of Cichy.
To the above, we must make one exception.
Mr.. Tom Martin insisted upon making his own
arrangements with his creditors. The compro-
mise effected he pronounced quite reasonable.
The unhappy sufferers of over-confidence in
this gay young gentleman consented to his
liberation, upon his paying the cost of his i'm
prisonment which amounted in all to about
one franc day.
During all this trouble, Dung,eeon had found
some little consolation in the belief that he yet
had the casket OF diamonds given him in pledge
by tn. Count. On his return to their apart
ments, the concierge handed him a package,
accompanied by a note. The parcel was found
to contain the casket, the note was from
FRANCOIS the valet, and in this last he stated
that he had seized upon the Jewels as security
for his little wages, but regretted to inform
Monsieur that, on examining them, they proved
to be imitation, and therefore he returned
them to Monsieur, thinking they might be valu.
able as SOUVENIR.
snow please tell me-" asked Percival, ear
nestly, of Sydney Johnston, ais this woman
really Countess2"
ayes, indeed, she is real, genuine mem.
Der of the nobility, and a very fair specimen
There is but one country, in the world, where
aristocracy is preserved in its original purity
ond that countrv ;s Epolap nd Elsevhere reyo-