The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1882-08-23

Count Henry Condenhoven of Austria
appears, from the romantic tragedy OF his
last triumph. to be the model rake OF
Europe, combining the grace, high birth
and gallantry Of Don Juan with the
science of Lothario. The Duke of Elm
burgh is a rufian at heart, who would
as leave firt with a bar-maid as with a
countess, and loves to mix beer aud love.
The average Frenchman devoted to this
line of business is a fop and a dlettunti,
whose perfumes are better than his
brains: and as for Lotharins In America.
the disgusting ''masher' is the only
prominent specimen we have. It is a blor
on our national pride, but a moral benefit.
nevertheless.
Count Coudenhoven set his professions
al eye on Mile. Marie Dalmout, a noble
young damSel, who was as spirituel as
she WAS beautiful sort of Donna Ell
virA, whose sentimental temperament re
~cogniIed in the gay admirer a destiny as
poetic as a romantic girl could dream Of.
She had been lett under the charge of All
aged guardian, and there was nobody TO
shoot the count after the culmination Of
the affair. He amused himself. as tn,
French call it, until the beauty of Mile
Marie palled on him and then. leaving !.
farewell note and a small sum of money.
in his usual style he vent gaily to hi,
castle i'll Austria to rusticate and stud
up some new pleasure, while his victim
reflected in tears and despair on the ere
dulity of woman and the INCONSISTENCY ot
man.
Thirteen months passed, and the
Count valet, who has charge of hi. fe-
male correspondence, had a time of II
reading and burning Marie's letters.
His imperative duty was to read them all.
because danger might Turk in some OF
those tinted and perfumed pages, where
the passions wrote themselves in tears
and ink.
One night recently the valet brought
the Count a pink note in which Marie Re-
minded him of his solemn promise r.
marry her, and besought his mercy AZ
least for his child, and spoke of suicide.
1T is nothing said the Count Ian
guldly,, as ne seemed to blow away the
faint alarm ln the smoke Of his cigar. II
have had a hundred such, and 1 wonder.
Victor, that you annoy me with such !,
trihe." q
But even as he spoke q pale, ghcstlv
hSuio dppeaieu UcIOre MN. The COunt
started at the p~hantom>like form, thinI.
Ing that the suicide had been comm;ttad
and that he beheld a ~visitant from thu
other world. But no; it was Marie her
self: She cast herself on her knees and
wildly appealed to the destroyer of her
happiness. The Count. however. had
been practiced 10 such scenes and he ra.
NAMED firm. The woman left him .nd
as he took off his silk dressing vown ~
retire for the night, two pistol shots 70,
sounded from the garden below. The
Count rolled into his downy couch -
dream OF the caprices Of women, and i,
was not until the next morning thai ~
realized the results of his '.adyenruro' >.
The dead body of Marie Law at The
postern door Of the castle ; close hes,de !,
the corpse of her friend, Aline de Renna'
vile: who had accompanied her on her
mission. "0i
A pathetic letter found on her n,rs,n
explains the aus of two suicides snd
the devotion IF the women to each othsr
concluding with these words: II law
nothing behind me in the sad world hu,
my dear child. whom [ wish to remain -
our fatherland, and l implore. the Conn,
to have some care for the poor little Hell
less creature. and to respect the homo,
which was SO blindly sacrificed to him"