Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1870-12-28
miscellany.
His Own Detective.

AAHc ONH ENkNNttFSs
Count do was one of the gay sons
of Paris. He originally possessed large
fortune; but dissolute habits-the vortex
of wealth and title-had expended the
better part Of a princely dependence. He
was famous as the widest the most dar-
ing, and yet most generous Of proHigates.
However, repeated losses at ecarte had
somewhat drained his purse. Unlike the
better part Of the iccntious, he had the
wisdom to dispense with many follies: yet
he still kept up small whit of dissipa-
tion faw boon companions the choicest
Of whcm was the Marquis D.
However, few days before our tSe
commences, rich relation dying, left him
Il considerable sum of money, and once
more he was instatcd in his pleasures,
while his boon companions, like vultures
scenting their prey, began hocklpg round
his open purse.
One evening Count Do and the
Marquis D were sitting in richly
adorned apartment belonging to the form
er, when the conversation turned upon his
late GOOD fortune. The Marquis D.
listened to the Counts remarks with a
seeming nonchalance, He was whiting a
iinely-scentcd cigar, and deeply employed
in the philosophy Of smoke. He was a
tall, exactly built man, and a thorough
gentlemen in manners and conversation,
yet there was something in the glitter Of
a calm dark eye, something in the proud.
ly curled smile, which spoke Of the man
of emergency and talent. He was disso.
lutte, had squandcred fortune; but was
more renowned for his skill in dueling,
quiet recklessness, than as a debauchee.
eyes, the old buck did it well, and.
saore-dcserves my thanks. | mustn't be
an utter william Rather wild but |
would not care for tout le monde to call
me mauUiaS lie diabIei Nen if he is not
an utter rake" and the Count threw
himself a. length on his beautiful sofa,
while his countenance beamed a generous
good humor.
D "Yes, most decidedly but you are not
going to be a confirmed grandam ?" and
the Marquis laughed slightly. 1t was a
clerr laugh, but pregnant with sneer, which
the Court could not bear.
Springing up from the sofa, rather indig
nant, and seating himself on a chair:
"a grandam! There you cut and hack
again. My dear fellow, | was reasonable
surely. not to ruin myself; but I've some
thing now"
."Are you certain, Monsieur ?" said the
Marquis and he smiled very foolshly-
almost pityipgly.
"Do you mean to doubt it?' cried th'
Count in nstonishment.
WelI--dreams are dreams, but-sub
stance is substance, drawled the Mar
quis,
"Wel, then, there's substance sale
the Count, producing from his pocket-bool
so, ,000R. note.
A basilisk could not have darted
keener, fascinating look than the Marqui
at the note. 1t vanished-the dream wa
momentary.
"Ah! now you are prince, indeed
Wei, come, that's better than expected,
exclaimed the Marquis, with geuerou
ardor.
ayes, don't you imagine It's dream
That's one. and I've more of the littl
fairies" the Count said with great sati'
faction, replacing il in his pocltet.book
alongside Of what seemed to be anothc
one.
The conversation thus went on, but
keen observer might have noticed that tn
Marquis now and then o"ersteppea tn
bounds Of his nonchaance. la fact, h
became unusually pleasing and eharmin