Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1862-02-12


You wonder, my friends, but | am seri-
ous-this is our last meeting
You have not gone over the bounds OF
prudence, and lost your fortune at play
enquired Count Gasconade.
'Oh no, an still rich
'You haven't killed anybody, and find it
necessary to take trip to AmericaF pro>
ceeded from Count Vanille.
'Oh! ! no! You'll never guess, so, to
put an end to the agony of speculation,
know that I'm going to be married.
A merry laugh from the guests follows
ed this declaration.
Married. said Count Vanille in comic
despair. Goodbye to my good dinners
support me, somebody. Pm swooning
away and holding his glass to the servant
to be flied, he endeayored to revive his
courage by glass of champagne.
Henri Beausoleil, the gay, the faithless,
the roue Beausoleil, marry Ridiculous,
ha! ha ha! impossible-it is impossible
said Count Gasconade.
IT'S nevertheless true-to morrow, the
settlements will be signed and in three
days | shall be happy Benedict!
well, though I love my dearest friend,'
replied Gasconade, adding to himself, and
his good dinners-as his marriage will ss-
cure his happiness, | must not repine.-
Goodbye, Henri. Fill, gentlemen, in 81
lence, to the memory Of our departed
friend
| The sentiment was drank in silence.
| And now,' continued the merry noble,
another, with honors, to his fair BRIDE
To the bride, hurra ? was the bolster
Ous response. .. ......
Our painful duty performed, may we
venture to ask the fair ones name?'
] Certainly, Gasconade-Ma'mselle de
I Nantelle.'
4 The brow of Gasconade was knit in an
ger, and rage took the place of the merry
repose of his countenance. He turned
away, and clenching his fists, muttered in
IN audible tone:
sMA'mEelle de. Nantelle, my Louise =
| Perhdious woman ! when, only yesterday,
she vowed she loved none but me-
Count Gasconade for a few minutes COM
-.nneda gaaaticed, with bis :" !. ssa--.-ehta-
and MS tscs turned iisid as he stroye to
keep down his smotioss.
Ma'nselle de Nantelle,' exclaimed Van
lille, | wanted her myself. Catch me
somebody! Pm off again.
| A glass of vine revived him.
Nov, geatlemen,' said Couat Beauso-
leil, let Us retire to the parlor, and con-
sole ourselves with little hazard. Gas
conade, owe you your revenge from last
} night-come, and see if the tickle goddess
win smile on yeu on this my last appear
ance as her votary.'
The company assembled around the ele-
giant table to imbibe parting glass, when
Cre9uet the valet entered bearing the note
which Madeline had brought upon silver
! waiter.
, "A note, SIR he intinaated to his mas
: ter.
Not now, I'm engaged was the i'm
! patient reply. e..e
: L beg pardon, sir, but it is from our in
tended persisted the valet. ...
'Pshaw you blockhead,' exclaimed tb,
: Count, as he hastily seized it, why didn'
you say 80 at frsti Will you excuse me
: gentlemen g
'Oh, certainly said Vanille, as bis quiz
, zical eye was directed upon Beausoleil, wh,
= = was pressing the note to his lips. Look
- leok there's affection-ba! ha! ha j
= Poor devil, he's frightfully spooney-
~ modern Werther.'
How unfortunate said Beausolei
- crushing the note in his hands, and advau
:, cling to his guests without her the baI
: would be insspportable. You must 6
~ ~ without me, friends, to your bankers fet
3 -Ma'mselle de Nantelle has sent me wor
- she Is too indisposed to meet me there S
shall shish the evening at the club
- 'Of course, of course! wrapped in me
: ancholy solitude, like true Werthe
81 81 dreaming of your Charlotte. Poor Bea,
=. soeil, your troubles are beginning early
:. exclaimed Vanille, and be turned to th
"a "a guests who were grouped around the tabl
discussing the unexpected marriage of the
boon companion. BeauseIeil stood for
few moments in meditative silence unit
his eye fell upon his valet whe was en-
deayoring to draw his attention.
Well, what now 2 he asked, sternl
:. have you anything else to say ?
~ Yes, sir, there's gentleman in Il
i ball who wishes to see you on particul
- business
Havn't | told you, sir, I will never
,,t disturbed when I have company! II
- the gentleman to call tomorrow. Egad
he nuttered, as Crequst departed on
81. mission. might as we'll be surgeon
=. M apothecary, and have night bell at 4
,aS n door, couldn't be more intruded upc