New-York tribune., 1874-08-15
A rIIE -IGO EPIfENE.

Alas, here is something in the swindling way
which is very puzzliDg indeed. 1t was IN
Chicago, of course. 1t was In that seml-car-
donated city that Danish young man last
Autumn made preposseSslng appearance
He announced himself as the illegltlmate son
of the Baron LOvenskjOla, magnate OF the
Danish Court. Strange as it may appear, he
had also another father, the Count Knuth of
Knuthensborg; but we will do him the justice
TO say that he never claimed both illustrious
fathers at the same moment and before the
same company. This child of the Vikings,
having probably exhausted all his ancestral
wealth. was obliged to accept subordinate
situation i'll public house. lie was
of gallant turn, and was sup
piled with money by several ladies whose
affections he had managed to secure. This
cash he wisely expended in the adornment OF
his person, and was enabled to present Il
splendid appearance when escorting his ad-
mirers to various places of public resort. Next,
wearvinc of the excltements of hotel life, he
accepted employment as an interpreter OF the
| Relief and Aid Society, this time being OF
! noble Russian parentage. Next, under the
name of "JeOvanini Dominique De l. Unti,'
and protesting fuently to read and speak
eight languages and, moreover, declaring HIM
self Spaniard of the Blue Blood, he sought
EMPLOYMENT in the Chicago Public Library,
where his knowledge of English, German,
French, Italian, DANISH, Swedish, Norwegian,
and Russian languages, and his great and gen
eral literary requirements, might well promise
uncommon usefulness Unfortunately the
Danish Consul found him out, and denounced
him as q miscellaneous and unmitigated cheat.
| A a Danish prince, as a Russian nObleman, as
a Spanish Don, it was all up with him. SO
he changed his game. Disappeared. Was
heard of no more among men as man.
| Inst at this time, form of feminine lowell
| ness began to illustrate the pavements OF
| Chicago. She was Mrs. Isabella Rothe AS to
costume, she was arrayed regardless" Bright
;evels of the mine lent their radiance to her
tout ensemble. But she could MT bewilder the
Secretary of the Relief Society. He knew his
Danish. RussiaI, and Spanish young gentle
man through all that dazzling and imperial
clothing. Then came confession. "I am
really female whispered Jeovanini Domi-
nioue De L'Unti; 81 am actually Countess
of Denmark. l had cruel brother lie in
sisted upon my marrying an old nobleman
of enormous wealth (tears.) Besides, had
ga already lover to whom my heart was
"giyen Cblushes.) What could do but fly
O. with him in male attire : / fled (sobs) ]
"came to New-York. In that dreadful city
"he deserted me. Still wearing the habili-
"ments of man, came to Chicago. One day
"saw my perjured lover here. To avoid
recognition | resumed the dress of my sex
81 am the Countess Knuth. Really l am
"Once 1 was Maid of Honor TO the Queen OF
"Denmark. Now, kind Sir, you know all
"(More sobs.) / board at No. 70S West Lake
est, where l am known as Mrs. Isabella
Roper have done" The last statemen,
was unfortunately for the landlady) true
enough. At No. 7O8 she told her fellow pen
sioners that her husband, the mythical Mr.
Roper, was "a wealthy New.Y0rker, who