New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-03-10
!. HIEsrAND, Assistant CITY Attorney.

e. HfESTAND, Assistant City Attorney.
either land or house. He never kept coach and
horses of his own and never changed apartments
But then on the other hand he scattered his gold in
every house he visited; there not asinge groom
valet, courier, gamekeeper or waiting maid upon
whom he did not lavish the largesse Of Minister
Plenipotentary. Thus he was sure Of never having
to wait and of always being forewarned.
One day he desired an interview with capitalist
who was on the eve of launching out upon a great
enterprise in which the Count was anxious to take
share.
Don't 60 in to him just now, whispered the lacquey
in hisear, the Baron has headache.
And the next day:
$50 in, go in quick, the Baron has just received
little blue note, which has made him quite cheerful,
And Count de Z. added:
I The few louis that had given to that poor devil
brought me 40 600 francs. Ee
When he took hired carriage for ride, at all
hurried he would pay his two francs fare and give
the driver five for drinkmoney. All the Jehus of the
quarter who knew him, would have driven their
horses to death for him. No one was more expert
than he in discovering the peculiar fancy of persons
likely to be useful to him some day and making them
presents in accordance with it,. These presents were
never anything more than mere trifes such as cup
and saucer of old sevres, tortoise shell box, chased
huntngknite ring in the style of the Renaissance,
Florentine bronze, for which he paid one hundred
francs or one hundred louis without bargaining and
gave away with alaugh, as he would the amount of
lost debt. Nothing was ever noticed but the gener-
GUS compliment; the intention was never perceived.
Everybody thought it was the mere delcacy of his
heart, but he only had lively consciousness of his
own interest. He possessed, in a high degree the
recollection of anniversaries and fete days it is true
that diary in which everything was noted down in
the order OF its date assisted his memory On those
days he despoled the Partisan gardens of their most
beautiful flowers. Some of his bouquets cost him at
least fifteen louis; but, in twenty boudors, folks
would say of him
All! N. the Count de u! Of all the men in
Eron hi a1I,Io Sr,J.
ers. One might almost imagine that he had them
grown on purpose. And, he would add with a smile
when the door Of the boudoir has been thrown
open, the other doors do not long remain closed"
While Count t. excelled at billiards. he also rated
No at billiards, and, moreover, perfect cqucs
TRAN, But often when he was handling the cue he
made it grand stroke of policy to lose.
Among his habitual adversaries was one of those
men whom their and their position call into all
the combinations of railroad enterprise as admins
TRAITOR in one place he was found everywhere and
never in any direction without carrying off some fresh
Million
T taught him, and he learned SO rapidly and
we'll that one day he found himself in the presence
of the capitalist who, upon the strength of his great
reputation, challenged him to play.
he could. The match was not won by either party,
and renewing it they continued to play with various
fortune. The capitalist betted heavily and the bank
notes came and went from one to the other.
AT that time there was good deal of talk about
new railroad enterprise whose stock was calculated
to whet the appetite of speculation The capitalist
was at the head of the company. Count de T
understood the state of the case, and challenged his
adversary to set game to be played in the presence
OF some thirty boon companions, and agreed to play
three consecutive games of twenty points each, at
fifty louis the game. The Count de T allowed
himself to be beaten. He then demanded his re-
venge and lost it. Come, said he, laying down his
cue, I" am like Charles XII at Pultowa have
found Peter the Great" From the moment of this
victory the capitalist had no more intimate friend
than Count de t. His reputation was increased
by the total of that which had been the Counts.
But when the railroad charter was granted, the con-
quercr gave the conquered five hundred shares par
The Count de t had wit and intelligence, but
concealed his gifts and never allowed any of them to
be seen, except when it became necessary to show
that he understood thing with half word.
He argued that wit irrtaes, and that it's brilliant
pyrotechny wounds people who have neither rocket
nor squb at their disposal. Then as these helpless
folks form the great majority, it was better to abstain
from being witty. At the age of twenty-five, he tet
the necessity of getting up duel he had nothing
but his youth to lose and fortunate duel would es-
tablish hisreputatiOn
One good swordcut now, he said will save me from
dozen pistolshots hereafter. So he managed to get
into rivalry with certain Prussan Major, notorious
for his irascibility. Three conversations brought
them to the Bots de Boulogne. The Count, who had
enjoyed ten years course in the fencing saloon,
fought like gentleman Of rank, CALAMITY wounded
the Prlssian had always been considered one of the
most expert blades in Paris, and the Count was most
conscientiously looked upon with respect ever after
his duel.
At the age of thirty the Count had attained an ex-
cellent postion-the reputation of courage with his
own sex and gallantry among the ladies', and name
well known in the circle of rising men. One of his
best qualities lending often and never asking the
| repayment of what he lent. How many 500 franc
bills he had scattered through Paris was question
he could not answer. But be careful to recollect he
never lent to any but persons who Of some real
importance value, either through their high char
| acter, their name, their wit or their talent.
These are good seeds he would say, which am
sowing broadcast. 1.-THE borrowers become anything,
and in revolutionary times like onrs such persons
we have described may rise to remarkable eminence,
Count de T*** would gather harvest. His seed be-
came transformed to full and lusty ears. He died at
the age of fifty, strong and hearty man of twenty
and gay as a schooboy. In thirty years he had
jovialy and dashingy consumed fifteen or eighteen
hundred thousand francs. There was nothing found
in his apartments on the Rue St. Georges neither
will nor articles nor documents of value. Everybody
had thought him a millionaire, but the few louis
found in his waistcoat pockets made up all the means
he possessed. However, he has left us his Memoirs,
consisting of notes and sketches gathered day by day
What code they will make for the instruction OF
youth