Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1861-01-03
Eelecteh Misrellany.
JEALOUSY AND A DUEL.


Orleans Delta tells the following story:
An Epglishman an his wife, newly
married couple. were travelling in the west
ofGermany. The Englishman was remark
able for his attachment to his wife, for his
taciturnity. and the awkwardness, or want
of savoir vivre, which was always getting
him into scrapes His wife was a rosy
checked. gay little thing, enjoying life to
the utmost. and chattering like perpetual
motion-no language coming amiss. The
husband got the worst of it at the tables
Thote of Germany, of course, and did no.
thing but cat and drink. till his intellect,
from the lack of use of his tongue and owe
use of his Jaws. became little stulti6ed
At Spa they occupied the same place, day
after day. and found the same neighbors, Of
course-.tbe husband being compelled to
silence, and the pretty and talkative wife
compelled to talk fer both. Her right-hand
neighbor, Baron Won Haglebogen Stinken-
hauser. was very attentive, jolly fellow.
always joking with the wife and drinking
champagne with the husband But the
husband did not like the facinating long
mustaehe, and the whispering conversation,
which in few days, was invariably carried
on vhetween the Baron and his wife. He
.-hsd, hiis fears, and proposed oleave the Spa.
when. 6e Vas met WITH sUh! no, hot yet,
my dear. not for few days, tie Baron
wishes me, he has something" seeing
the great staring eyes of her husband fixed
upon her, she grew confused, and suffering
something, went to her room with a heavy
heart and putting vigorously at the weed,
the husband heaved sigh after sigh at his
approaching fate. '.Ah! I will not be sus-
picious-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
Deutch. 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"
she uttered with a deep blush, proved the
fears of the husband too well founded.
After dinner, contrary to custom, the
Baron rose. and did not set down his cham
pagne, and the Enlishman's wife rose also.
and soon after followed the Baron into the
inner room-one, however, common to the
visitors of the hotel. The Englishmap could
stand it no longer, but walked aft to the
folding doors, just in time to see through
an aperture the Baron deliver splendidly
bound book to the lady, and obsequiously
bowling, kiss the hand of his wife, continen-
tai fashion, which, in his ignorance, the
Englishman did not know meant the utmost
reverence and indeed it is 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 aoir 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 ac-
count Of the bad weather, too, and sat op-
posite, imbibing his Rudesheim. The Eng
lishman at last could bear his feeling no
longer, and roared out MY wife in the
next room.' in a half sort of dialect which
the Briton chooses as most explanatory when
he cannot make mselfunderstood by whole
sentences. The Baron shook his head -
My wife, sir, /" roared out the Englishman
The Barren grinned aud tried English. -
''Yas. yas, all right A glass of cham
pagne full in his baronial phizgog was his
reward for the attempt. IA demain, mon
EleuF, screamed the ln1urlated German.
What does he say? 2" said the Englishman
to friend who came up at the row. ''Why,
tomorrow, my dear friend, means duel; !;
what have you done?'' Suspicious, and the
consequent actions 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
took upon himself to see that The Eng
lishman's honor was duly cared for. The
arrangement was for six the next morning,
and the sulky husband scarcely spoke
word to his pretty and astonished better
half.
Next morning the Baron was on the
ground with two seconds, Germans, who
spiked English and French. After a shot
was exchanged an explanation was sugges-
ted, which. of course, would not have been
a rational thing to start with. The English
second spiked French, and, as that is the
language Of war as we'll as diplomacy, the
seconds had chatter But be returned to
the Briton number one with only very
fai~0 They say something about cor,