Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1871-04-08

"What Count she exclaimed, 'in
regimentals ? How devoted you must
be TO the King =
"Well, i am he exclaimed .but came
here, as well as can recollect, to tell
you how devoted / am to you"
"Why, Count, you must he the very
counterpart Of the King" cried Ikla CO.
quettishly. "They say he hates women.
ale does no such thing" replied
Charles, quickly. ...
GLOW do you know % she asked, arch
ly.
"Oh, / know you at all events. know
what taking, striking bewitching little
creature you are )! Above all / know
how / love you Do you love me ?
81 must have proof of your love be-
fore / answer that"
"Wbat proof 2"
"Would you grant any little whim of
mine ~
"Certainly would"
"Don't make any rash promises"
81 swear it,
Ikla laughed glecflly, went into an
adjoining loom and brought forth an
antique costume, such as had been worn
by the danes of fifty years ago.
81 have the greatest desire to see how
you would look dressed as my grand
mother" she cried.
The King was appalled,.
"Death and the dev-" he began.
"Oh, tie 10 swearing in lady's pres
ence J" she said, checking him. "But |
am glad | have discovered what your
love amounts to-"
He expostulated with her, and ended,
as common mortals do, in submitting to
a woman'S will
Size then dressed him in a heavy bro
cade dress, and tied the high, starched
cap tightly under his chin.
"Faugh!" he cried in disgust, "ths
dress makes me smell like muskrat."
"Iou don't like perfumes, then %
"No-yes one-.gunpowder Pm like
Charles the Twelfth, and there's no per-
tume tor me bat gunpowder"
ooh, | wish | were his wife ~ exclam-
ed lkla, fervcntly.
He regarded her in pleased surprise.
"What! are you i'll love with the
King ?"
ooh, dear, no! only one might be in
clincd to sacrifice ones life for the good
of ones country"
Charles smiled grimly.
"I OIL are vastly coudescending," he
replied. "And pray what else would
you do for the good of your country 2"
81 would soften his character. / would
tame this lion; and he should soon be as
much beloved as he is already admired
and feared"
"And how is this to be accommplish-
ed p inquired Charles.
''Sit down and let me tell you. There,
now: You must fancy yourself Charles
the Twelfth"
"Well, | 'lo," he answered, with sig
nifcant smile
"Consider me the Queen" she contin-
ued and drew a chair close beside him.
'Go on" he replied, rather pleased
with the conceit.
81 SHOULD devote my lie to obtaining
and securing his entire confidence"
"We will suppose you have it."
''Then | should use it to make him
submit on all fitting occasions to my
sovereign will. | would teach him the
true value of his noblest prcrogative."
(which is--'
"Mercy."
"Come, come. Charles the Twelfth is
severe, know but he is just"
"Not always. Witness the case Of
Captain Reinold."
Charles started and glanced at her
suspiciously.
"What do you know of the culprit ?"
he cried.
ellis sentence is unjust" she answer
ed firmly, 'and therefore q fit subject
for the interference of the Queen" She
rose, went to the table, and took paper
from it. "Now, if were Queen,
would approach the King as I do You,
with this paper in my hand" She walk
ed up to him with dignity. 81 would
say to him, Sire, your honor and your
glory both require that you should put
your name to this-sign.'"
He took the paper from her in sur
prise, and looked at it.
"A pardon for Captain Reinold," he
exclaimed, and his brow darkened an
grily. "Indeed, then, my dear little
friend, if | were Charles the Twelfth,
this wovld be my answer"
lie tore up the paper.
Nothing discomposed, she immediatly
drew another from her pocket.
"Then," she said, and knelt at his feet,
as she spoke, "King of Sweden, your
eyes Were blined, noo by justice, but by
anger"
81 desire to know the reason of the ex-
traordnary interest you take in this
Young man," he asked.
'You shall know, Count" she answer
ed, "when you have promised TO obtain
his pardon from the King"
81 will make no such promise" cried
Charles, steruly.
A timid knocking at the door disturb
ed them. Ikla would have opened it /; |
but Charles, aware of the ridiculous
manner in which he was dressed, re-
strained her. Then the voice of the Bar
on was heard in very tremulous accents,
declaring that the Royal Council was
assembled, and awaited the presence of
the Count.
Charles, in dismay, begged Ikla to re-