The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1881-08-20
Hidden in a Scarlet Prison.
A STORY FROM THE aRRMAN,

The Baroness Rukaviua. Eliz was the
most splendid aud dAshing parsonage in
the r Valley. Her castle hear Snmlyo
WAS the finest specimen of great resi-
dence in all that shadow OF the Err Mvllek,
and she, a Roumanian by blrih and a
Hungarian by marriage seemed to unite
all the brilliant characteristics of bntb
these picturesque races.
She was widow to begin with, aud
since the animal man has eculated up
on the varieties of the angel woman, the
widow has been pronounced the most
amiable variety of the species. She was
very beautiful, tall, blue-eyed, black
haired, piquAnt, red and white, with the
most scorninl little mouth and the most
delicate pr file her hand and foot were
models, although the latter was freqnent.
ly stamped when she was not pleased
She was--in the third and last place, as
the preachers say-very rich. and had
fallen heires to two collections If Jewels
which were almost fabulouslv valuable.
A brilliant creature, the Baroness, She
owned villages and vineyards, and made
/" large income every year from her sale
of Rusttr q grand wiue of pale golden
hue. which had as full and peculiar a
flavor as she had herself. The Blroness
sent her wine to Vienna, where it was
considered almost equal to Tukay, OF
course, she had suitors, the beautiful.
sharp Baroness They came from Tran
sylvauia and Russia, from Ranmania aud
sll Hungary. from Austria and from tho
German PiincIpaliies ; and tor tn. un-
lucky wretches about Pus Poki and thr
Behar Settl 'lnent, and the cpuntry gen.
ueman of Erlioszegh, they knelt aud
woTshipped in vain as she dashed past
them on her fleet thoroughbred, for she
was Diana as huntre,.s aud the Queen
OF tho Amaz also. Her black horse
Tetepyer was said to emit fire from his
nostrils when he stopped to breathe.
This grand Lady was afraid of nobody,
loved nobody, had no friends, save thu
nuns at the foot of the r Grbirge and
one old priest who SEEMED to be deeply
in her confidence. Every year she made
grand visit mewhere-Vienna, Paris,
Rome, London or s.. Petersburg. She
spent money like water made everybody
talk. wonder and admir-, and where her
splendid jewels were the envy of all the
Court ladies.
Yes, she was afraid of one man, and
that was her steward, Newsletter, he who
for years had managed her vast estates,
her vineyards and her wheatfeld, heI
fields AID fishtr ries.
Ntusiedl-r was crouching. cross-eyed,
mean looking German Jew, married TO
bold, black eyed, large-nosed woman,
who was twice his size, and who lived
in the village, near the castle, and who
spent her time envyins and hating the
Baroness. Madame Pasteur, tn French
c'mpauion, and Matilde, the French
maid, who never lett the b roness, thought
that Neusiedltr and his wife had the evil
eye and that they would s, me- day wilt
the Baroness. But Rnkavina- ElIz laugh
ed at this fear, and kept on her way ex-
ultaut. Still when the yearly pay day
came round, and she had to look over
the accounts with Neusiedlrr, she did
show what she had never shown before
fear.
Among her jewels was a splendid rope
of pturl-colored pearls, the rarest thing
in the whole wlli neithtr black nor
white, but pearl color, with three great
emerfl Ii pendants, each as large as a
small pear. The Emperor always motto,
ed tins jewel with a smile and com
pliment when the Baroness Rnkavlna
El'z went to II court ball at Vienna. He
told her that the Empress had nothing
half as handsome, and 1t is 10 be feared
that the Emperor spoke also of the firm
white neck on which the neckless rested,
for Rukavina Eltz was apt TO blush and
look magniAcently well at such moments.
Then she had great chains of saphires.
as blue as her eyes and some big rubies
which the Baron had given her (the old
Baron twice her oSu aye, WHO went
down into Rormalia for her when she
Was l5l, anu she had diamonds, of course
-every rich lady has dlnmonds-aud
grand box full Of engraved amyihisis
and antique G ms, SOME that Cardinal
Antonelli gave her in Rome. for he, too,
had admired the wild Baroness.
Indeed, if the Baron, s. Rukavina- -Eltz
had ever written her memoirs. what a
sto y she could have told But the end
of every womsp's history is that she
tinally falls in love. and such was the be-
ginning Of tn. end of the story o. Ru-
kavina-Eltz. She went to England one
summer. and there WAS q young Lord