The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-11-26

session. This, of course, confirmed the
truth of the report, and it became an
established fact that the lady was a
Russian Princess.
After few days of seclusion she
vouchsafed to make her appearance at
the table, d'hote, and retired with the
rest of theladies to the Sale des Danes
afterward. Then it was that the Baron
exhibited his Unborn as well as Inherited
nobility. He attended to her little
wants, placed her an armchair by the
fragrant ood-fre, and, on receiving her
thanks in his mother-tongue, -his pa
rents pride had no doubt prevented
him from learning any other,-he en-
tered into a respectful and courtly con-
versationss with her. There were plenty
of other men in the room who could
have done it !; but the Baron was nat
urally the fttest person to begin and
I will give him credit for boundless
self-posse ssion-not to call it impu
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The acquaintance thus begun grew
with a tropical rapidity. The cold
Northern temperament softly but quick
ly thawed beneath the warm rays of
italian sweetness and light. Fragments
of their talk occasionally reached the
ears of my wife and others who could
understand them, from which it ap-
peared that their main topic Was the
opera. a @ d
"Ah, madame" was interpreted
to me as saying-"if could but be
honored with your presence in my box
at Florence! The music would be an
gelic then"
'sThe signor does me great favor in
expressing the wish
Yes; it was clear that he was hard
hit, and that she knew it, and had no
desire to dismiss him. And yet she
was in no single point guilty of indis-
erection, forwardness or coquetry, in my
opinion. 9 ls +a aaa
"That woman said my wife, "is
abominable Look how she hunts that
poor man down. Isuppose she fancies
Sicily nicer country than Siberia, or
wherever it is she comes from"
"Well, my dear" I replied, sit seems
to me that the hunting is mutual. Real
~, don't see why he shouldn't marry
her, if they both like it." .is.
"She may be mere tuft-hunting adj
ventures, for all we know" said she.
+" I don't believe in her."
"Well, but perhaps he knows more
than we do"
ct don't believe in her bit. She's
hunting him down for his wealth and
title, and is as much a Princess as /
am I"
The season was now at it's height, and
every room was occupied, the very last
attic in the Hotel du Bon Vivant peing
secured by a German Count, the Count
Sigismund Won Borokopek. He put
down his name in the visitors book like
a man, and his whole demeanor was
frank, open and robust. He was extraor-
dinarily fluent in English, as well as
in French and italian. German, of
course, was his mother tongue, few
dialectical peouliarities noticeable in his
pronunciation, arising, he explained,
from the circumstance of his being part
ly of Austrian, partly of Hungarian
origin, the Borokopek estates being in
the vicinity of Tokay.
We now numbered about eighty
guests, and began to know one another
pretty well but somehow the Count
knew us all better than we knew one
another before he had been a week
among us. He was a big, burly, fair
man, so thoroughly British in appear
ance and in his general characteristics
as to render IL difficult, but for his pro-
fciency in other languages, to believe
that he was not Briton born. He had
knocked about the world good deal,
he said. Of the forty years he had
passed in it, twenty had been spent in
travelling, half of which time had been
passed in England, and good deal of
the rest in America. Russia, too, he
was acquainted with and on the
strength of that he introduced himself
to the Princess, and was evidently as
much disposed to admire her as the
Baron himself.
Indeed, before very long, the atten-
lions paid by Count Sigismund Won
Borokopek to that lady began seriously
to disturb the serenity of the Baron
Monteggiana Tavernelle; and in pro-
portion as their rivalry progressed, so
did the interest and amusement of the
company progress with it.
"My dear Charles said my wife,
"isn't she abominable mow9 She's
regular firt; and at her age, too 40,
if she's a day. And after entangling
the Baron, to go and egg on the Count.
and all in public too It's bad enough
to make love in public at all, but to do
it to two men, one after the other-I
say she's simply abominable 4"
"Well, but, my DEAR" I expostulat-
ed, "they are both making love to her
at the same time. You see, the Counts
castles are much nearer to Russia than
Sicily is; SO perhaps she prefers to be-
come Mrs. Count, etc., to the other
thing"
Those of us who were not in love with
the Princess began to wish the absurd
affair at an end. The lady was most
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