Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1857-12-02

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and with this she disappeared. The
landlord shut the coach door. 1t sound
ed to the poor baron like closing the
grave where the coffin of all his joys
lay. The carriage with its treasure
rolled off,
When it was wholly out of sight and
hearing, the Colonel proceeded TO draw
on his boots, and-one must occupy ones
self with trifles somes-pour out all the
Russian oaths he had ever heard in Mol
dau, Wallachia or Finland. He kicked
his hunting bag away SO violently, that
it flow like bomb towards the door,
but at most unlucky moment, just as
the fat host was coming in with all due
dignity. and thinking no harm, bringing
coffee, DC. A pleasant good morn
ing" was on his lips. The bag fell first
upon the mead of the terrified landlord,
and then upon the salver, right,into cot
fee and milk, so that all tumbled, land
lord and all, to the floor. Down went
mine host upon the broken crockery,
with the scalding beverage dashed all
over his face.
"Oh!" groaned the landlord is his
pain.
"OhI" echoed the colonel. "Awk
ward fellow! The devil take you'll
Whist are you greasing nv hunting bag
for!"
The poor man, in his bewildsrment,
was almost led to fancy that he had
taken false step, and so occasioned the
accident. He gathered up the fragments
and departed begging pardon.
The accident was most fortunate for
the colonel. His anger all fled; his
swearing turned i2to laughing. He
packed his bag-but when he took up
the glove. be shrugged his shoulders and !
sighed. Yes, the treasure his fair COM
panion had left him, he would preserve q
at least as memento of the evening.
He took his breakfast in the public I
room, with the hope of catching the
names of the departed strangers. He
inquired in vain. No one knew them. q
Disheartened. he paid his bill, not for
getting the fright of the landlord. and
his cup. and proce ded over the noun q
ta;ns. a
HUNTING PIECE.
The farther he faund himself among 4
the mountains, the more composed lis S
mind became. He thought of his old {
tutor MauriliuS, and sometimes, too, of
his beautiful companion. He took out b
the glove, and examined it carefully /
From the glove. his thoughts turned to l.
the beautiful arm, hand and finger, from n
The arm, thought of the fair shoulder, v
and then of the fine symmetry of her 4
whole lovely person, and the proad maj Ii
esty of her innocence.
He had nothing now 10 do but indulge a
MS fancies. for the country was without h
variety. He was following a road on Il
either side of which rose mountains and
lees. Suddenly he heard a shot, and 9
pail whizzed by him. The colonel stood r.
,t;u t.uanoaiBB he o,;aJ e. J,eL
ID across the road, and soon hunts. a
man appeared in pursuit. d
BADLY aimed, friend" cried tie col P
'nel; you had nearly hit me instead of
he fox The stranger turned towards a
lim. How" he cried, sis it possible?' c
He slowly approached, took off his bat, a
saying with much respect, 81 do no:
You are the Baron Won Lei
lau?"
"And you-I recollect you've have a
net somewhere-O vesl in London Ii
You are Count Stroitsnberg!' said the 81
colonel
"Ah, comradeI' exclaimed the count,
embracing the baron with great cordial "
lIy.
Now came question upon question, Joy a,
lpon joy. "Come with ms" said the W
count; mot far from hence is sports d.
mans breakfast, cold meat and glass
# wine. We will share it" ~
They went. The breakfast was wait
ng under en- old oak, and youth was
standing by. The count bade the young
nan go home with the dogs, and order ct
Inner at the hour. for the chase wa. Il
uded for the day, and the stranger was
o be his guest. hi
When the youth had departed the pl
ount again fell upon the baron's neck Y,
Baron" he cried, Il cannot express 81
ny delight. All! if you only knew how
many thousand times have wanted you "
ere, and how much 1 value you ro
Where are you going? What have you
D do? Are you married? Have you M
family?" bt
The baron, forgetting the unpaid debt, W
nd enlivened partly by the cordiality W
f the count, and partly by the good bl
7ine, returned the embraces of bis friend.
he count was highly delighted. "There
wonderful sympathy between US, on
aron," said he; 81 loved you from the be
rst moment of our acquaintance in Lon. ne
on and when you gave me the bank fri