Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-02-27


Avenue. Like pure Diamond amidst
trinkets Of brass, shone Ssry Tompkins.
The pen refuses It's office, And the au-
thor must content himself BY remsrking
that she was supremely bcau,iful How
truly and beautifully has Keats said
It'sa tarnal hard thing to describe q
lovely woman"
Count Alfred de Tlankey p cried
servant in livery.
The Count entered. & smile liz up
his noble eountenance. Bowing with
exquisite grace 10 the assembled efifs, he
advanced with lurdly strides, towards his
betrothed, Sary Tompkins.
The merry night sped on. The silver
winged hours few BY. sin the brilliant
assembly at Tompkius' remained. The
best feeling prevailed. Wit, sentiment,
beauty and ehealry crowned the glowing
hours. But, oh, bark The bell rings.
A huge man, with fiery nose enters tho
marble halls Of Tompkius. In voice
Of thunder, he cries:
Ladies an' genTmen, Tin perlice-
man an nothing shorter, an I'll ak ye If
Count de Flunkey is in this ere august
'sembly,-'Cause if he is, Pm ordered to
arrest i'm, unless he Immediately squares
mp his wash bill with Mrs. Bridget o.
Flannigin."
"FeTlow, away Slave. avaunt r
cried the Count de Fluukey, in voice
hOarse with passion-and gin.
Not by id sight, ole feller yer
must pay this ere bill or 20 to the
Tombs y said the obduratc policeman
loudly and defantly.
Tompkins was bewildered. Atlength
he became highly indignant. He then,
with terrible jerk, tore off both his coat
= tails and danced with rage, like a Tusca-
t rora savage. Rushing to the Count, he
d yelled
"ViPer, and this from you Dog
poltroon-puppy--aint ye ashamed Of
+ yerself?"
With cry of despair, Sary now rush,
d ed forward. Rising herself up to her
S full height, she said
" Policeman! How much is this
bill p
"Two dollars and twenty-seven cents,
if yer please num-"
Then, there-there is the sum-take
it away-away And Sary threw the
+ money at the policeman's feet, and fell
z into a swoon. She was pulled out by
= = three servants and The policeman.
TomPkins was an attentive spectator
TO this heart-rending spectacle, Tompkius
had a heart. Thirty years intimate as
to sociatio1 with Holsters had not entirely
le crushed the finer feelings in his bosom.
- Tompkins was affected. He wept-
ly Suddenly starting up, he bounded like
- a gazelle towards Count Alfred de Flun-
a key.
is Come TO ny arms my noble feller,"
ry cried Tompkins, and the Count was lock-
IF ed in his (rompkinsD arms. 1t was a
moving spectacle. Some of the guests
We were moved to tears, while others moved
as to the ante-room, where the brandy and
h. sugar were.
RS, Now it was tlat sary sbone forth
he vi h singular brilliancy. Rushing for.
ut wards towards her father aad the Count
ed she said
th (This is all Of this intensely interest
in ing story that viii be published in this
rs, paper. The remaider may be found il
Of the Elash-pan, published by Cute, at iht
'th remarkable low price Of 81 a year. Th'
zee Flashy-pan is a tremendous paper
Ia circulates 100000 copies (more or less
IN weekly. Corncob writes FOR it. Bricl
ow writes for it. Virgins writes fgr it,
e. higgins writes for it--so does Spriggins
Ter The Fiashy-pan may be obtained at al
his the corner groceries. The next chapte
he Of this story (Sary Tompkins) viii in
ian form the resler what sary said-als
Did what the Count de Flunkcy said-m
Al also what she said then)
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