Weekly Trinity journal., 1875-03-20
A EaERVEDEGVs COUNT.

French walters. He had taken Patrick,
Terence, Shamus and Barney and OK
pended much money in Bachelors hair
dye to be used for the transformation of
auburn locks into ebon curls and had de-
voted much time to the substitution of
Sacre in tho ornamental parts of their
conversation, but it was OF no avail, and
John tore his hair and wcpt as only de-
teated and chagrined artist could tear his
back hair and weep. The news Of the
Franco German war fell upon his other
wise benevolent heart like the gentle dew
from heaven. His prophetic eye glisten-
cd DER the inevitable results of the con
test and he dreamt of long line of Alsatan
Counts knocking at his front door for
employment. They did come, not the
counts; but a lot of alicnated Frenchmen
and John engaged n batch without asking
for recommendation from their former
employer.
One was a gay young man with pro-
objection for absinthe and the sex. He
looked as though he might have been ex-
ported by a respectable family to save the
escutcheon from disgraceful stains. In
short, ho looked ms the general run of
attaches to European Legations in Amori-
ca do look. And he had been in truth
for short time connected with tho Gull
nary bureau Of the French Minister.
AS the story goes, this young fellow
having left the insignia of his daily Office
in Wolcher's kitchen, arraycd himself in
the most regardless style and adorned the
lapel of his professional coat with u
bunch Of vioets, and then presented him
self at the rooms of certain professional
gentleman, one evening last week, where
there were in full blast masicdle and II
French Conversations.
The most respectable people arc the
most guileless, and it is not to be Won
dered ut that when our hero introduced
himself to the master of ceremonies us
Mons. Edgar do Meilnan, lately attached
to the French legation, that the master
aforesaid, being an unsuspccting old gen
tleman, should have not only taken him
to his own bosom, but presented him to
the bosoms OF several guests, who, being
Americans seeing the sights of the capital
have the American weakness Tor foreign
adycnturers very strong.
the next seen Of NJ. Edgar dc NJ. was
that he was promenading with the lovely
arstocratic and jewelled hand Of Miss X.
resting on his arm, just where he is wont
when ON duty to carry his snowy napkin.
Edgar looked contented, Miss X. looked
proud and all the other girls, cnvious.
by this time it became rumored around
that he was II count and there was con
test Immediately for Edgar He tell to
tho lot Of Miss Y. Having made her su-
premely happy by his graciousness, he
smiled on Miss Il. But the hour came
when Edgar must go. Misses X. Y. and
Z. pleaded with him in vain. Where
why must you go, dear Count ?" they
said. " have an cement at Woch-
er's," he replied.
| SEQ "A hand yo cannot 500
That beckOn3 mo away.
l hear voice ye cannot hear,
Bids mo no longer stay.
I 1t is almost useless to add that the voice
and hand referred to, were those OF the
distinguished caterer, for Edgar was OF
duty at ten O'clock.
About hallpast eleven o'clock that eve
ming Misses y. Y. and Il. and their re-
spectiye fathers dropped into Welcher'i
for supper. They had just begun theil
midnight rcpast when Miss Y. exclaimed
"'Tis Edgar!" gave a heart-rending
scream and pointed her fork, upon which
was suspended II broiled oyster, at u man
gracefully reclining against distant door
jam with a crumb basin in one hand and in
the other silver waiter. Mr.. x, thinking
that his daughter was laintng, proceeded
yigorousl y to thump her upon the back
till they both got red in the face and she
prayed for mercy. Miss Y.s eyes fol-
lowed the direction OF Miss rs fork and
she shrieked "'Tis dc Meilnan |" and
tainted with her back hair falling into
her iather's stewed oysters.
Miss L., who is some forty Summers,
whispered otis the Count, the perfd
ious Count Papa take me home to
mamma !" and fell into her fathers
arms. Count Edgar dc Melneau, like
Nero ldding over the ruins of Rome
whistled IL BoctO, accompanying himself
upon the silyer-plated waiter with the
crumb-brush, and gazed placidly upon
the three victims Of his charms of person
and conversation. The three gentlemen,
respectable and muscular pork merchants
from Cincinnati, simultaneously recog
nized the Count " and the situation.
"Our army swore terribly in Flanders,
but it was nothing to this" said Uncle
Toby, for as each father held in his arms
the limp figure of disorganized and
mortified daughter, they could do nothing
else but swear: and as they began in
chorus: - You damned frog eating
Frenchman," the Count, in response 10 a
call from the head waiter, said Com
ing, sir, coming, sir" and bowed TO the
discounted group. 'Adleu, adleu," he
cried and disappeared in the kitchen to
tOast some cheese as the assistant cook
had gone to a fashionable masquerade at
Georgetown, in the character OF " Bay
ard" sans l)eur et S0HS reproche.