The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-10-08
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THE BAR0N'S DAUGHTER;
OR,
THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE.
by FINLEY JOHNSON.

Once upon timc--it matters not when
there lived an old German Baron--no
matter where--who. was blessed by his
godfather with an unpronouncab name.
He had--as all great men have-a long
line Of ancestors, and as he gazed upon
the portraits which hung in his chamber,
a feeling Of pride took possession Of his
soul. Like all distinguished individuals,
he had his pcculalities; He wore long
pig tail his boots were a second seven.
Ieaguod pair, and, to crown all, he told
extraordinary long stories in fact, it is
said that one of his stories he had been
telling for ten years, and yet he had only
half finished it. Take him all in all this
Baron was very extraordinary man and
long will it before we ever look upon his
like again.
But there was one jewel in his house.
hold whose sparkling brilIiancy shed
light upon all who came within its reach.
The old Baron had daughtcr-a sweet
gir Of seventeen summcrs--lpir as an
Eastern Hour, and lovely as an angel Of
light. The smiles of youth were dane.
ing upon her sunny brow, and as her hca.
venly glance fell upon the soul of the
behoIder it awokc blsSul visions Of an.
gclic beauty. She had long naxen ring.
lets, eyes as blue as the far.iamed skies
of Italy, a complexion as fair as the lily
and lips like twin rosebuds, and as you
gazed upon her witching graceyou would
marvel by wha. magic power she had be.
come the child Of so strange a looking
father. SO it was, however. | challenge
contradiction. Aud besides, it must not
be kept secret that she was blessed with
lover. Now, truth compcls me to state
that the young Dutchman who had won
AngeIna's affections was not blessed
with superabundance Of that metal
which the world holds so high in its es
timation,-in fact, he was poor. But
then, nature, ever kind, to make up for
this deficiency, had endowed him with
noble mind, true spirit, and large
share Of manly beauty. Such was Count
lloratIo Won Fly boots, the chosen one
the hearts idol Of sweet Angelina.
The Baron had notions Of his own as
regarded his daughter, and had resolved
that no one who could not boast Of q
long line of ancestors, and who also was
wealthy, should deprive him of his daugh
ter Count Horatio was possessed Of
neither, and it therefore never entered the
Baron's knowledge box that he would
have the unparalleled, unexccled, and
prcpoSterous audacIty to aspire to Ange.
lina's hand. 1t was owing to this, and
the Counts pleasant manners, that he
tolerated his presence in tho castle. He
disguised not the pleasure he took in his
society, and the qualification he expert.
enccd in having Count Flyboots spin his
long stories, and when he would drink
the old fellows wine, and call it capital
the Baron would sigh and wish that for.
tune had bestowed riches on the Count.
Many, many were the suitors who
thronged the Castle for Angelna's hand,
but out of them all, the Baron had select.
ed humpbacl> prince, whose lofty title
was Prince Kossulh Napoleon Won
Catchpenny. Nature, when she formed
him, must have been in an exceedingly
bad humOr, for his face was like full
moon on losgy night, and his hair was
red as the setting sun. But looks to the
Baron were nothing, The gold which
filled the Golfers of the prince, and the
long line Of ancestors Of which he boast.
ed, giIded over every defect. 1t is an old
alagc, and a true one, " that the course
OF true love never runs smooth, for
strange as it may appear, impossible as
it may seem, yet the love Of this mighty
prince was not rcciprocated by its object.
Vain were his arguments, useless his en-.
treaties. Angelina was unchangeatle.-
Finding her SO refractory, one morning in
the sweet month Of May, when the birds
were singing on the trees, he walked into
the Baron's room, with a scowl upon his
countenance, and thus addressed that au.
gust parsonage;
"Baron Of the unpronouncablc name,
listen to me. For six long months have
condcscended to WOO your daughter,-
have visited her twice q wock-have made
her costly presents, and was consoling
myself, that like Cesar, chad come, had
seen, had conquered" But no such thing
(here his (rowns were tremendous awful)
your daughter flies at my approach as
if | were some frightful monster. She
laughs at me,--and you, yes, even you,
Baron, have OF late treated me somewhat
coldIy. How is lhisl Come. answer,
sir; | am not to be deceived, humbugged'
swindled."
"Prince Catchpenny. be SILENT you
disturb my tender nerves by your loud
talking. Here, take this "ions nine
and smoke il while | regain serenity"