The national Republican., 1860-12-06
NATIONAL REPUBLICAN.
JEALOUSY AND A DUEL-AN ENGLISH
TRAVELLER AND A GERMAN CORN



TRAVELLER AND A GERMAN CORN
DOCTOR.
The London correspondent of the New Or,
leans Delta tells the following story:
An Englishman and his wife, newly mar.
ried couple, were travelling in the west Of Ger.
many. The Englishman was remarkable for
his attachment to his wife, for his tacturnty,
and the awkwardness, or want of sdroir rirre,
which was always getting him into scrapes.
His wife was rosy checked, gay little thing,
enjoying life to the utmost, and chattering like
perpetual motion-no language amiss. The
husband got the worst of IL at the table d'hote
of Germany, of course, and did nothing but eat
and drink, till his intellect from the lack of
use of his tongue and the over use of his jaws,
became little stulti6ed. At Spa, they occu.
pied the same place, day after day, and found
the same neighbors of course-the husband
being compelled to silence, and the pretty and
talkative wife compelled to talk for both.
Her right-hand neighbor, Baron Won Hagle.
bogen Stinkenhauser, was very attentive, jolly
ing cham payne with the husband. But the
husband did not like the fascinating long nous.
tache, and the whispering conversation which
in few days was invariably carried on be.
tween the Baron and his wife. He had his
fears, and proposed to leave Spa, when he was
met with "Oh, no, not yet, my dear, not for a
few days; the Baron wishes me he has some.
thing"--and seeing the great glaring eyes Of her
husband fixed upon her, she grew confused.
Suffering something, she went to her room with
heavy heart, and, putting vigorously at his
weed, the husband heard sigh after sigh at his
approaching fate. "Ahl will not be suspi.
cious-I will watch her for some proof" was
the Paddy like corollary.
Sure enough, at dinner, the next day, the
Baron and his wife chatted as mysteriously as
ever in Hoch Deutsch. "What is it you have
to say to the Baron, my dear, so frequently?"
said the lord and master at last, summoning
courage. "Oh! nothing, love, nothing" ut
the husband too well founded. After dinner,
contrary to custom, the Baron rose, and did
not sit down to his champagne, and the Eng.
lishman's wife rose also, and soon after follow
ed the Baron into an inner room-one, how
ever common to the visiters of the hotel. The
Englishman could stand it no longer, but
walked aft to the folding doors, just in time to
see through an aperture the Baron deliver a
splendidly bound book to the lady, and, obse-
quiously bowing, kiss the hand of his wife,
continental fashion, which, in his ignorance,
the Englshman did not know meant the utmost
reverence-and, indeed, it is q very agreeable
way Of showing it.
Should he accuse his wife then and there
No; he could never bring it into his head to
exchange cross word with her; so he would
rush off to the table, and play rouge ct noir till
all was blue. But it was raining cats and dogs,
and there was no cab. So he sat down again
and drank deeply. The Baron returned on
site, imbibing his Rudersheim. The English.
man at last could bear his feelings no longer,
and roared out, "my wife in the next room, u
in half sort of dialect which the Briton
chooses as most explanatory when he cannot
make himself understood by whole sentences.
The Baron shook his head. "My wife, sir, ~
roared out the Englishman. The Baron
grinned, and tried English, "Yas, yas, all
right"
phizog was his reward for the attempt. "a
demain monsieur, screamed the infursted
German. "What does he say?" said the Eng
lishman to q friend who came up at the row
"Why, tomorrow, my dear friend, means Q
duel what have you done? Suspicious, and
the consequent action on those suspicious, were
at once related, and it was declared that the
matter should be settled in an honorable way
to gentlemen, and the devilish kind friend tool
upon himself to see that the Englishman
honor was duly cared for. The arrangement
was for six next morning, and the sulky hus
band scarcely spoke word to his pretty anc
astonished better half.
Next morning the Baron was on the ground
with two seconds, Germans, who spoke Englisl
and French. After a shot was exchanged, al
explanation was suggested, which, of course
would not have been a rational thing to star
with Il; the English seconds spoke French, AM
as that is the language Of war as we'll as diplo
macy, the seconds had chatter. But he re
turned to the Briton number one with only
faint clue. They say something about corn
which is the French for horn, and 81 take
the Baron wanted to teach your wife the horn.
"Horn be-somethinged do you wish +
apply that word to me, sir, in an equivoca
sense? Let the affair 20 on; / am not salts
fedl" "No, sir" exclaimed the most learne
of the German seconds, who had approached
the confabulation.
"No, no! said he, in English, not cor
horn, but cor a corn on your foot my friend
the Baron, is a chiropedist; and your wifi
wished to have her corns cut. The book hi
loaned Madame, your wife, was list of th'
to e,timonials from the crowned heads of tn
most eminent personages in Europe-above all
from the ladies, stating their perfect reliance Oh
his honor to keep their secret, and trust an
confidence in his skill. Voila tout" Anothe
British " Oh, d-n it, is that all2" and an eS
tended hand to the doctor Of corns settled tn
matter, and they had breakfast as all duellist
do, who get through nasty bit of business, be
cause it is astonishing how much powder an
early morning air improve the appetite.
The wife was anxiously awaiting her husban
at the hotel, and anxious about his havin
slipped out of bed SO early without her percei,
ing it. After the first warm embrace was ovel
the relish of life and love which he was SO nea
losing in the morning by an unlucky ball, th
husband exclaimed:
"My dear, you are troubled with corps