The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-01-21

poor man down. suppose SIG
fancies Sicily a nicer country than
Siberia, OF wherever it is she comes
FROM
ssWen, my DEAR" replied, sit seems
to NE that the hunting IS mutual. heal-
", don't see why he shouldn't marry
her, if they both like it.
sfShe may be mere tuft-huntlng ad-
ventures for all we know, said she. 81
don't believe in her.
'.Well, but perhaps he knows more
than we do
az don't believe in her a bit. She's
hunting him down for his wealth
and title, and is as much a Princess as
I am -
The season was now at its height, and
every room was occupied; the very last
attic IN the Hotel du Bon Vivant being
secured by German Count, the Count
Slgsmond 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 ex
traorllnarily fluent IN English, as well
as in French and italian. German, OF
course, was his mother-tOngue. d few
dialectial pecuharities noticeable III 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 big, burly, fair
man, so thoroughly British in appear
ance and in his general characteristics
as to render it 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-
tons paid by the Count Sigismund Won
Borokopek to that lady, began seriously
to disturb the serenity of the Baron
Monteggiana-Tavern and, in pro-
portion as their rivalry progressed, SO
did the interest and amusement of the
company progress with it.
ssMy dear Charles" said my wife,
@'isn't she abominable now? 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
IT in ,A77h1ia Too bod nnn-1Ob 70
make love in public at all, but to do it
is simply abominable p
''Well, but, my DEAR expostulated,
E'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 unfairly fair to each; for she gave
each Of them enough encouragement to
make them savagely jealous Of one an
other, without going far enough with
either to give the other any grounds of
complaint. But for her beautiful eyes, I
would compare her to a tableau U4v0ut
of Justice holding the scales. [ can,
however, safely iken her to Helen for
she was setting by the ears not only the
two most interested Individuals, but
also the whole world about her; and it
wanted but spark to commence a con-
hagration, certainly an explosion, be-
tween the two.
We had an American at the Hotel dl
Bon Vivant, quiet, thoughtful man,
too much of an invalid to talk much,
and very reserved in his manners. We
little thought that the dreaded spark
would be dropped by him but SO it
was.
The. Baron was describing to a knot
Of us, including the Count, as we were
lounging III the entrance-hall after
luncheon, his Syracusan villa, with it's
exquisite gardens. The American was |
listening with his usual air of abstrac-
ton, and quietly interposed a question
did I understand you to say that the
Villa d'Aosta, IN the Strade di Palermo
belongs to you %
''Si, signor the Villa d'Aosta you
speak Of is the one. It is mine. It has
been IN my family for several genera
tons.
you've got tenant there now who's
a FREUD of mine''-
''No, signor; no [ do not let my
villa, nor other Of my residences.
''Well, that S queer, I consider" said
the American. 81 came sdirec6 from
Sicily last month. and q friend Of mine
was tenant of that villa for the winter.
and | staid a day or two with him in
that very house. Guess there's some
bunkum somewheres -
Part of these remarks were made in
italian some calculated In English.
''Bagatelle y replied the Baron you
are mistaken, signor Il must have been
some other Villa d'Aosta."
mo, it WASH Z, . returned the Anari-
can; land for my part I think you are
10 more Baron than I'm Julius Caesar. .
He certainly looked offended, though
happily the last sentence WAS III English
IN fact, he had been SO unaccustomed to
be contradicted, that 1t positively con