Sharp County record., 1881-08-25

fresh, pure, Simple. l hope to find it
in your country"
You'll find nothing green (as we
saw in America, Count" answered
Fairweather. with an attempt at good
nature. Then remembering an engage
ment. he walked off, muttering to him
self: "The fellows poor. He'd like
some Yankee money. Sorry L INTRO
duced him. Dora's a beauty"
A few DAYS later, when Won Herd
called on the Warren family, he spoke
of his intended trip, whereupon MIR.
Warren said: "Well, we can't brag OF
castles, but I'll show you mills. We
shall be at our seaside place at Rock
nort the 1st of June. Come there, and
stay with US"
Won Held explained, while thanking
him, II 90 to America to crafty the
longing Of years to enjoy a young civ
ilization; to find something more nat
ural, more vigorous than our old types
of humanity"
After the German had gone Warren
nodded knowingly to his wife with;
"Talk to the marines. I've found out
all about that young Count. Ancient
family, splendid education, nice old
castle, but poor; actually hasn't means
to keep up the place"
"He's gentleman" remarked Dora
"What's that, miSs?" said Warren,
in the tone, half banter, half reproot,
vet wholly pride and affection, with
which he always addressed this hand
some creature he had the luck to call
daughter. "What's that, miss? Agen-
tleman, is he? Well, we don't want
him, do we? Let him keep to his ariS-
tocracy, eh?"
There is something in birth and
breeding, papa. Fairweather, with all
his money and all his boasting, can t
impress one as this quiet German does. "
empress? Whom does he impress,
miss, Ell? Me or you?"
80, have your joke, papa; but you
know what i mean, perfectly" Dora
was never embarrassed about men. AS
an American belle, she had been too
| long surrounded by admirers to treat
their existence otherwise than matter
of course. So she Strengthened her
lichu in front of the glass quite cooIly,
and met her own reflected eyes with q
calm acceptation of their limpid beauty
that was something more dignifed yet
more vain than vanity itself.
When she had LETT the room, Mr..
Warren said to his wife, Sarah, do you
suppose our Dorry is taken with this
foreign fellOw?n
Mrs. Warren had a strong claim to
gentility, based upon being naturally
not giving to much talking, and being
artiiclally barricaded in the best OF
black silk, which her husband thought
the clothing most suited to her years
and estate, and always bought himself
in the heaviest grades. She answered
slowly, 81 think, Samuel, our Dora is
fit for any society, and could grace any
European title"
$50 do |, Sarah-so do l. There S
no discount on Dorry; but the question
is, is this chap worthy of her, and will
she be likely to accept him?'
"Somehow l think she would.
never heard her say as much in praise
of any man before" "
"All right, Sarah; I've got money,
and Pm not going to stand in Derry
light. She shall marry just whom she
likes. OF course, I'd rather she didn't
fancy a nObleman, Pm q republican
to the backbone. Still, if it's Dorry's
whim, why
Don't make believe to me, Sam
uel," Mrs. Warren gravely reproved
him; you want Dorry to marry high
just as much as | do"
"Now, Sarah" he laughed, good
humoredly, don't you get too sharp
Then he kissed her and whistled a tune.
just before doing off to sleep that
night he asked: "Sarah, can Dorry
speak in this Counts own language?
All his family mightn't speak English
as well as he does"
Dora speaks German, her teacher
says, well enough to talk to the EN-
peror himself"
8" All right, Sarah; l thought so, but
wasn't certain;" and he fell TRANQUILITY
asleep.
About the middle of the following
June, when the family were home from
their European tour and settled attheir
Rockport place, Mr.. Warren announced
one day at the dinner table, GIVE a
letter from Count Won Held
Mrs. Warren, long unused to chang
ing color, actually flushed with delight,
and looked significantly at Dora, who
returned the look with frank COM
placency.
Phil, the only son, and future inherit
or of all the mill property, bawled out,
in a loud voice that was his most re-
markable characteristic, "Who's Won
What s-his-name, anyhowp'
Dora calmly explained, "He's Ger
man gentleman whom we met in Berlin,
and found very agreeable"
Is he coming here, fatherP" de-
manded Phil.
" Yes, he is coming tomorrow"
Tomorrow, accordingly, he came.
Dora foated into the drawing-room,
lovely as dream, dressed in white
muslin sublimated with Valenciennes,
and directly from the hand of Worth.
Won Held's blue eyes promptly paid
to such beauty the tribute of an admir-
ing gaze, ever returning to her face, and
as often deprecating its own insatiable-
ness. A queen couldn't ask more re-