The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-06-16

| fea ufes had made such an impression
upon her while sitting for her portrait,
was forgotten, and she cpuld talk OF
nothing burtne one engrossing subject
OF her debut.
The long expected evening arrived. A
food of light streamed from the win
dows Of the thronged mansion of the
aristocrat, and music resounded through
the embidzoned halls until the air was
made vocal with melody The. apart
ments were filled with the wealth and
beauty OF the town. There was dancing
in one room, and singing in another; all
was mirth, gay, unclouded mirtn.
| Prominent in that large assemblage,
I the very embodiment of health and VII
vaety, sat the belle OF the evening, the
young Caroline Blondel. With music in
her ears, and adulatlon at her side, how
could young maiden fail of being hap
py. There was stir in that part OF the
room nearest the door, suppressed
whispering, a compressed murmur, and
it was said that the lion ot the night
| the noble Count Eugene de Friburg-
was approaching. All eyes were fixed
upon the outlet; and expectation mad
arisen TO it's utmost height, when in the
midst of the sudden silence, the door
opened, and a valet, in magnificent liv-
| cry, announced, in loud Volce, "Ihe
! Count FriburgW
| He entered-the foreign "Iion," the
descendant of a long line OF mobiles,
whose pedigree had its birth in royalty,
and whose dignity aspired TO the clouds.
| At first he seemed taken aback at the
scene of Splendor which on every side
met his eyes; but, gaining confidence, he
advanced into the apartment with all IL
resstible air, and was Introduced by
the overjoyed MIR. Blondel to his daugh-
ter. Again the music struck up, and the
Count led his charming partner TO the
dance.
"What graoe-what elegancew ex-
claimed the gentlemen.
| "What a fgure-what an enchanting
moustacheW exclaimed the ladies.
"What tools' thought Frank Hunt
ley, as he stood and surveyed the fran
tic motions of his friend Friburg (alias
the artist, Alfred Morleign), amid the
variations Of French quadrille.
The evening wore on. Midnight had
Ipassed and still the amusements were
| unabated. In a remote corner OF the
garden, attached to the house, two
| 1gures-one OF whom, had he been pres
ent, MIR. Blonael would have Identified
as his daughter, and the other as Frank
Huntley's noble friend-Were lingering.
Gam 1 beloved then, deareslW eX-
claimed the pretended count.
"As much as u coniding girl Of six
teen can love-"
"rhls is beyond my utmost expecta-
tiou! But have you never thought OF
the many advantages you will lose by
refusing the hand OF the rich Mr.. Eller-
tonW
"Urten. But were they as countless
as the waves"
"Will you consent. then, to abandon
your father's gjlded roof tor the humble
one of the poor artlstr'
us .ght our only reiugei'
''Ine only one. Your father would
spurn at once all iuea OF an alliance
: with YOU"
: "But can you not manage to keep uI
present appearances, and py th.s deyict
d ultimately win his consent?'
81 have already gone lurther than IN!
!, conscience warrants, and should hav
i hesitaLed ere this, were no. your han,
: The incentive. Believe me, dearest Car
, oline, l have mentioned the only re
q source"
: "Wnat would my friends say?' sh
Il asked, slightly hGsitatlng.
J. "Surely, you value my happiness to-
i much not to discriminate between tn
= difference which, If you really love, mus
L exist between them and me. ONE love
consent, and [ will soon mud the mean
$ OF liberating you from this tnraldom."
"Altred, you have conquered me; bu
!, do not deem me weak il l request a te,
Il days respite ere l accompany you
e Come to me az the end of three days an,
!, | will be ready"
= Thus far, matters were settled.
"NIat suecessW asked Huutlev c
r. his friend, upon his return to the house
e '"Ihe greatest" was the reply.
j. "YOu are skilliul maneuyerer. We
: Caroline Blondel and be happy. Nj
L pole0n, Win all his tact, never won b
$ great victory" '
II A few days passed away.
- IL ID impossible to portray the rag
II which seized upon the worthy Mr.. Blol
del as he read The following note, wnlc
he discovered one morning, lying ubo
IS his bureau:
+ "DEAREsr PAL am aware that th
" step wnlcn L have, taken may seem, i
!, your judgment, Excessively lmprudenl
l. but you VIII own, upon reflection, tha
e the consequences We're engendered b
Il yourself. You would have mIrried IN
to the man whom l detest, ior the SAX
of few paltry guineas. l preferre
s. eloping with the man whom | love, an
'e | hope that your good sense will lea
8. you 10 acquiesce in the propriety of tA
'e step.
y "My husband, MIR. Alfred Moreigl
r artist late Count Friburg') joins wit
. 4 me IN requesting your pardon. 3.
l. Your truly afectIonate, though er
e ing daughter, CAROLINE"
d, 10 This unworthy story, we VIII, wit
n the permission ofour readers, append
le moral:
H. Let fathers think more of the happ
l- ness OF their daughters than thar
v gratifyin their own selfish desires, an
l.. Inere will be fewer eloTements,
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40 No one can develop the grace Of eek
!. ness by listening to- a CRYING baby. $40