The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-06-05
Browuvfl,e lay Iaz.ly and f---erei up
Oh the face Of the earth.

Browuvfl,e lay Iaz.Iy and fe-t-ret up.
Oh the face Of the earth.
. On the second corner a. You came
up from the oh frrry-lauaing, auo
nearly opposite the little old custom
n0u-c-whlch the smuggler- might
have used for depository Ci contra
band goods if they had needed stOr,
age-r0Om-waS an old, reidi-h-DrUWr
brick house, TWO stories high, wiki
, gauut durIner windows and long mos
grown under the caves al OdOr o.
departed gentility about the from
steps, and a shadow Of ancient hOsPi
talIty upon tie old brass bell-knob
; Il had been a consular residence OF
: consequence in that dim period be
. fore the war" In 1850 il was favor
ite lair OF that tiger that pUrrs upon
the Jaize 30 softly, sucks the blood o.
f. hi- victims out Of their finger-end,
and then, wien no other victims ar,
Z LEFT. turns 10 and remd- his keepers. II
wa- larO-bauk. 4 woman Owned
: il a woman with history that had
. in II even more Of romance thau
; blaZed out Of her great, crue! Castiliau
eyes, and daZZled those who saw her
She was the daughter of merchant
Of Vera Cruz, a Castilian Of the clear
ct strain, whom one of Santa Anna :
revolutions had made a beggar, and
whose misfOrtunes had made his pet
ted daughter an adventures. When
the blow came that bankrupted her
father she was on her way home
from Madrid, where she had been
a 4 T. =
ceiyed the news that she q pauper,
and that file of soldiers, with
escOpetdS, had made her an orphan
She was then -, and if the years be-
tween loii and 1865, filled a. they had
been with 4 career that would nave
wrecked 4 dozen women bred in any
cline, let alone that one where they
grow Old before they have had time
to be young, had faded her, she must
have been III that June-time of her
wOmanhOOd a brunette blaze OflOveli
ness incarnated. A Spanish naval
officer, who had been her fellow pass
enger, had won her heart, and the
promise of her hand, but he fell in 4
duel within fOrty-eight hours after he
landed at Havana, leaving La SantOr-
ita JueZ de POrterO widow without
I ey er having been a wife. Two years
later her regal beauty was reigning in
\ the gardens and the salons of Baden
| Baden, and her black eyes flashing
| delirium to the soul of Iiu sian whose
mistress she was. A little later she
/ was in Paris with a hotel in the Rue
| Chatelaine, carriages and servants at
her call and French count at her
! feet. Next she was reigning at Nom
AGO, the temporary infatuatiOn of an
American, and the next year at Ma
pies she scandaliZed diplomatic cir
| cles and brought disgrace upon a
/ young English attache of legation by
! appearing on his arm at 4 state ball.
/ Her next scene of exploit was the
Austrian capital, where she was as
stunning a sensation as ever, and
| from whence she departed for Paris i'll
blaze of glory and scandal, with a
colonel of Bavarian hussars i'll her
| train. But it was not Chatelaine that
received her this time, and the descen-
dents of the DOns of CASTLE Swelled
the glory of the second empire i'll the
upper walks of its dcIni HIOHdc. Here
she again met her American lover Of
Monaco, five years before, and when
he came home to New Orleans she fol-
lowed him. She deserted him at ludi-
anOla, ,afterward,t to follow the fortunes
of q handsOmer and Wickeder man
Budd McAllisteT-and to become the
prOprietress of a gambling establish
ment in BrOwnville, where she went
by the Oddly-miXed name of "Salle
Camanch.n This BrOwnville faro
bank she endowed with the jewels
her beauty had eXtOrted from Russian
nOblemen and French grandees, and
that had erstwhile blaZed under the
chandeliers of German spas and in
prOscenium opera boxes i'll Eugenie's
capital. And the bosom that had
pillOwed titled heads, now gave its
sOiled love to an Amer lean gambler
and desperate.
Budd McAllister, like his "pard,"
as he used to call Sale, had history
with pUlsatiOn of romance in its ar
teries, too. Born and raised on lit
tie farm perched upon granite bOuid-
er in New Hampshire, the year be-
fore the war had found him teaching
school al Mississippi, and, like many |
another hopeless Yankee adventurer,
in helpless, hopeless love with an im-
perious daughter of the dynasty of
King Cotton. The puritanic straight |
lacing had not ChOked, nor had the
bleak SHOWS of his native CLINE fro
zen in his bosom, a spirit of chivalry
that might in other timeS have Won
for him a chair at Arthur's Round !
Table, or place in the lists of q tour
ney for Guinevere. SO his imper-
ious Mississippi queen had flashed her |
black eyes upon him witchingly, and
her dark, Cuban face had lighted up
sometimes at his coming, and her
stately neck had bent softly to his
wooing for he was delicious play
thing for her, and she could afford the
cOndescension, for the sake of her
royal pleasure, to let him love her rs
he did, till his soul fiOated above her
in a billOwy delirium, like a brandy
and-mOrphine dream, or the wild
waltz of the GhawaZee. And when
the chivalry of the South rose up
against the yeOmanry of the North (;
when the beauty OF the one section
sent its lovers forth to war with bat
tle-charms of nOse-gays, and the wO-
manhood Of the other section, less
poetical, scraped lint and let the flow
ers 90 unculled, this Mississippi prin-
cess bade her Yankee lover prove his
devotion by joining her kindred in
deadly battle against his own and
he did it Loyalty. She let him kiss
her velyet cheek. and bound little
scarlet-ribbOn from her blue-black
hair in his button-hole, "a gdge'd amour
et &c Id eTre.And the fellow wore it
there in IG5, faded with campaigns
and discOlored with some blood of
Chickamauga the token of a love
that had cursed him, and the keep
sake of woman who had laughed at
him when he brought it back TO her,
with all the mOurnful history that
had clustered round it. Born for the
blue, he had worn the gray for the
sake of a romance that had danced be-
fore him as mirage in the smoke of
Stone River and COrinth and Kenne-
saw; behind the black-throated can
non in the beleagured trenches of
Port Huds IN, AMI in the weary, ,dreary
prison-pens of JOhnson's Island, to
vanish with the dawn of peace, For
when he came back to her, after Ben
tonville, to claim that, though the
cause was lost, she was fairly won,
she laughed at him and told him he
had omitted one proof of his fealty,
and that was to have died for her and
the cause she loved so. In vain he
pleaded II At bullet-hOle in his bosom
and some tains on the sod OF Chick
mauga proved that'he mad done all he
could to die for her. The red-ripe lips
that he would have given half his life
to kiss, though their touch had stung
to death the other half, curled cruel
ly; the great black-viOlet eyes mock
ed him from beneath their sweeping
fringe OF lashes, and she said, "Mr.
Nc Allister, please don't annoy me-"
Then he chOked little, there was a
fiItter in his lung where the ball of
Chickamauga had torn through it,and
Budd Ne AIlister turned his white
face toward Texas, with teeth hard
set and no hope in his heart, nor any
purpose left in his life. He had grad.
uated with the highest hOnOrs from
that college the widest of fdesperadoes
are whose alumni.
Budd Nc Allister was the cool head
eldest and cOld-blOOdedest desperadO
in that hard town, populated as it was
with colony of murderer He could
let life out as gracefully a. Is laugh