Litchfield enquirer., 1874-11-12
gia.ered. and posted by the count him.

giseered. and posted by the count him. self.
 In the ordinary course of events, an answer was daaiH four or five days at the farthest; but fortnight passed without any. and at leneth he received the follow ing. dated frep Rome;-
 SIR beg Co acknowledge the honor which you AaEe done me by addressing g letter to meat my house in Florence; and must aDologize for my inability to under stand ;t. Tour name is strange to me; ] Was never in the place from which you write; have not been in Florence for sev eral months. and conclude that there is some mlstake. It Is possible that my name las be6n assumed by rascally va let who robbed me last year of several private papers and considerable sum o1 money, but whom could not conveniently prosecute.
 Then foloesAa q description which talli ed exactly with the appearance of our bar on. It seemS fhat the letter, being regis. tered, had been sent on to the real baron at his residenee in Rome, instead of being delivered to the false one at the address given by him nt Florence.
 The princess Mas. no doubt, overwhelm- ed with shame q finding that she had been encourag1nE valet instead of his master; for she 10 once admitted the count to the privilege of paying her more atten- tions than eYeF I think too she really liked him. Anyhow, he had proved him. self substantizy y able to protect her; and the scuffle wiEh his rival had ia no degree lessened him in her esteem.
 Of course sere not behind the scenes and could onlg judge of the probable course of eveut5 by such little evidences as chance migh throw in our way; but it was rumored f1sat the marriage was to take place frozour hotel before Lent.
 ''The sooneH khe better,' said my wife: eff another rnam comes forward with bet ter prospects, sell throw over the count, just as she didxne baron.'
 But you seehe wasn't 8 baron, my dear, l remoAstrated: ''not real one, I mean, as the chaldren say.''
 "Well; and narhaps this is not real count"
 "Dear mel shas joke it would be if he turned out fp besomebody's butler! I wish some Yankee would come and ask him little abost his place. We want a uStie HIo Hef0 lAH6 uOW.
 That day wehad another fresh face at the tabled 'hotes 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. It occurred to me, too, that the count noticed him good deal. so much so as to refuse some of the choicest dishes. But no one conversed with the stranger, and after dinner he retired to his room-the baron old room-and we saw no more of hlm till the next day at dinner. There was the same curiosity on the part of the count, who, by the way, spoke German exclusively now; but the stranger was absorbed in his dinner Af- terwards he strolled into the billiard room to snake cigar
 By and by the count and went in to have quiet game, and there We found the new arrival oomfortably lolling in an ample rocking-ohaiF by the fire.
 The count played badly, missing the easiest strokes. 'syou're of your play to- night, count. Tsaid; s.what's the mat ter9',
 <''Don t mIIsl sfs, as--s.-, .,zfti tfro stranger; ''I hope my being here don't make the count nervous, ,"-he put very emphasis on the title,-s'I don't play the continental way myself, though I do see good many queer games at odd times. Now, was you eyer in Scar bro, sir?" addressing the count. "Noi Leeds? No! Hull, where the steamers start for Bremen9 No! Manchester, per haps? No! Not been to Manchester? Then, -he had been sidling gradually naerer and nearer to the door as he talked. and was now between 1t and the count ''then suppose you and go back togeth- re. Mister Alexander Jenkinson, on this I've got against you, for forgery of a check on Gleeson' 'sBank at Manchest- CT for three thousand five hundred pounds! Oh yes; it's all right, and it's no good making row. My names Inspector Raw lings of the detective police, and me and my man here 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" i expostuiated, ''the poor thing will have to marry some Rus sian now, perhaps Laplander, or one of those fellows that drink train-oil with their dinner. And sic such monstrous fine woman 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
 '.so the princess is of" said to the maitre the same day. while paying my weekly bill.
 "Monsieur sa.d''-
 ''I said the princess is off-gone, altae, sortie, partie, you know"
 ''Oui, oui; but then, the princesse: who does monsieur wish to say, princesse?'
 ''Why, of course the princess of-weIl. the Russian princess that didn't marry the baron or the"-
 "Ah, bah! Who would call her prin- cesse?"
 "Why, you made us believe she was," I indignantly reioned, "by making believe she acasn't."
 'But Monsieur remembers without doubt that said she was not princesse?"
 "So you did; but there's way of say ing no and looking yes.''
 Pardon, moBieur! The lady desired repose and to be in particular; and IT as- sisted that she Aould so be-
 "Well-now Ae's gone, in fact, what is she?'
 Monsieur, sle is teacher of the dance at Marseilles."