The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1858-12-01
MISCELLANEOUS.
From Blackwood's Magasine
A "oman's Perversitv,

a woman IeIveY91tY.
The following beautiful story ha
been published in different forms. bu
in none SO good as the original:
Sir Hugo had reached his tiftieth yea,
unmolested by passion. save an arden
one for a flowing goblet. Instead o
love passages, his delight was in tour
naments whence he always returned
victorious. At length he was fluns
from the saddle of his Indifference b1
the beardless tilter. love lie saw
Angelica-the A fairest maiden of The
Iand-forgot his gray hairs. and, un.
mindful OF the incongruity of unior
between May and December, led her q
the nuptial altar. Fortunately, Angeli.
ca Vas as modest as she was fair, and
her firm virtue repulsed the numerous
butterflies that swarmed round the open.
ing flowers of her beauty. Sir Hugo
knew the tried virtue of his consort, and
therefore she was to him dear and pre.
cious is the apple of his eye.
One morning he rode to pay visit to
neighboring baron in arms. his honest
squire Conrade trotting after him.
Scarcely had they proceeded half
way when the night suddenly stopped
and cried
Come here, Conrade a most tor
menting thought has just occurred to
me. This is the very day that Father
Nicholas comes to the castle to saw
mass for my dear wife and myself. and
am not at all inclined to have him in
my abode during my absence SO gal
lop back, and desire your lady, in nv
name. not to admit the priest
Conrade paused and shook his head
as if in doubt. and replied: Excuse
me. noble sir: but, perhaps the ladv
Angelica, if left to her own discretion,
will do what you wish.'
"A curse on your perhaps exclaimed
the order
DO you think so ? replied the squire;
now l. in my sincerity. believe quite
the contrary. Take the advice of your
faithful servant for once in your life: let
things take their course. and give no Or
der upon SO delicate point.
"A fig for your delicaoy,' cried Sir
Hugo angrily; what absurd fsncies
vou have got into your head to-day
Do you think an hours ride a task SO
very tedious ?
oh; if it comes to that, sir rejoined
Conrade, i have no more to say.
He put spurs to his horse, and rode
back to the castle.
Angelica saw him galloping up. and
'ried in terror. from the window, What
'as brought you back in such haste 81
las =, any accident happened to my
None whatever. gracious lady, ans
rered Conrnde. but the noble knight
vas apprehensive that some accident
night happen you. if by any chance
ou took . fancy to ride Sultan
! ride-ride the large greyhound +
reclaimed Angelica. in utter astonish-
nent. ! believe you are drunk or mad. |
is impossible that your master can
ave sent me 50 ridiculous message
Aye. but he did though, pursued the
quire; and my noble master said at
he same time, that he knew Sultan
'ould bite terribly, not being accus-
'med to be made pony Of and he
aerefore begs that you will not attempt
divert yourself in that way Hav-
g said this, he again mounted his horse
nd galloped off to rejoin his master.
Am ! awake. or do dream 2 eiacu.
ted Angelica. The folly of Sir Hugo
SO strange, that am almost tempted
believe it all a wild dream. What
oes he mean. 1t is not enough that |
ave hitherto tried to read his every
i'll and wish. and, when known, obsv-
them implicitly: aud do ! deserve
'at he should stretch his power so far.
I'd play the capricious, naughty tyrant?
ow, | SEQ that to be too submissive,
% softly compliant, is not the way to
eat him T.: the worm that crawls in the
ast is trampled upon. But no. Sir
night, it is not gone quite so far with
yet; in spit. OF you, l will ride Sui