Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-12-03

with better prospects, she'll throw
over the Count, just as she did the
Baron"
g But you see he wasn't a Baron, my
DEAR" l demonstrated "not a real
one, mean, as the children say"
We'll, and perhaps this is not real
Count"
"Dear me what joke it would be
if he turned out to be somebody's but
Ter! / wish some Yankee would come
and ask him a little about his
place. We want little life here just
now"
That day we had another fresh face at
the table d'hote /; this time, an English
mans. He was very taciturn, but liked
to look at the company and to listen to
the conversation, and was much struck
with the Count. 1t occurred to me,
too, that the Count noticed him a good
deal, SO much so as to refuse some of
the choicest dishes. But no one con-
versed with the stranger, and after din
ner he retired to his room-the Baron's
old room-and he saw no more of him
till the next day at dinner. There was
tie same curiosity on the part of the
Count, who, by the way, spoke German
exclusively now; but the stranger was
absorbed in his dinner. Afterwards he
strolled into the billiard-room to smoke
cigar.
By-and-by the Count and I went to
have quiet game, and there we found
the new arrival comfortably lolling in
an ample rocking-chair by the fire.
The Count played badly, missing the
easiest strokes. You're off your play
to night, Count" said; " whats the
matter?"
"Don't mind me, gentlemen" said
the stranger 81 hope my being here
don't make the Count nervous he put
a very remarkable emphasis on the title
eel don't play the continental way
myself, though L do see good many
queer games at odd times. Now, was
you ever in Scarboro', sir ?" addressing
the Count. "No! Leeds? No |!
Hull, where the steamers start for Bre-
men? MOI Manchester, perhaps :?
No Not been in Manchester? Then, I"
he had been siding gradually nearer
and nearer the door as ne talked, and
was now between it and the Count.
"Then, suppose You and / go back to-
gether, Mister Alexander Jenkinson, on
this warrant I've got against you for
! forgery of a check on Gleeson's Bank
at Manchester for $500! yes; it's
all right, and it's no good making a
row. My names Inspector Rawlings,
of the detective police, and me and my
man have had pretty hunt after you |;
he and the gems armes are waiting for
you outside the door,"
Poor Princess, with two strings to her
bow, and both of them rotten Still my
wife wouldn't pity her yet.
"But, my DEAR" l expostulated,
"the poor thing will have to marry
some Russian now, perhaps Lapland-
er, or one of those fellows that drink
train-oil with their dinner. And she
such INDUSTRIOUS fine women, too, to
say nothing of her rank"
However, we had but little further
call ON our sympathy, for the next day
she left the hotel.
$50 the Princess is off," said to the
maitre the same day, while paying my
weekly bill.
"Monsieur said"
CT said the Princess is off-gone,
alice, sortie, partie. you know"
"Oui, oui; but then, the Princesse
who does Monsieur wish to say, Prin-
cesse ?"
"Why, Of course, the Princess Of
we'll, the Russian Princess that didn't
marry the Baron or the -"
"Ah, bah Who would call her a
Princesse
"Why, you made us believe she was,
1 Indignantly rejoined, "by making
believe she Wasnt."
"But Monsieur remembers without
doubt that 1 said she was not Prin-
cesse ?"
$50 you did; but there's way of
saying no and looking yes"
Pardon, Monsieur The ledy de-
sired repose and to be in particular
| and I, assisted that she should so
be-"
Well-now she's gone in fact, sOhat
| is she ?''
Monsieur, she is teacher of the
dance at Marseilles. chambers
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