Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1883-12-27
THE COUNT AND THE CANE,
Or the Brooklyn Bellies Clue TO the
Past of Her Titled spouse.
wooED AND WON.

new 1OrR morning. jourhal.
woOED AND WON.
He says be loves my daughter;
think so, too, for never gazed the moon
Upon tae water as he II stand and read,
AS 'twere, my daughters eyes.
Shakespeare
Mr.. Boaumonde stood on the deck of
an incoming steamer one glorious evening
in the month OF August, musing over the
events that had TRANSFERRED during the pre-
vious six months. Less than year be-
fore he had been poor pork merchant in
Avenue a, but, by series of fortunate
speculstions ia the animal SO greatly alb
horred by Bismarck, he had amassed
great fortune-so great, indeed, that he
was enabled TO purchase brown stone
mansion on Brooklyn Heights and make
an extended tour through Europe, where
he had the satisfaction of meeting Ger
msny's grim Chancellor face to face and
telling MIN of his wonderful luck in
handling pigs.
His daughter, Beryl, beautiful blonde
of is summers, accompanied him, aud it
was of her he was thinking of at that
moment. She was winsome maiden,
coy, arch and ooquettish, but her early
education had infused into her romantic
soul love for foreign objects and a
hatred for anything domestic, except, per-
haps, the family circle.
81 wonder if he really loves my daugh-
ter for herself alone, or because he thinks
she will inherit my vast wealth, +" he muir
INJURED, gazing dxedly at the foam in the
wake of the steamer.
Papa" said a sweet voice at his side,
sc penny for your thoughts"
Baryl, who had stolen up noiselessly,
laia her soft hand caressingly on his
shoulder. Near her stood tall, sinister.
looking man, Of middle age, with a slight
Htoop in his shoulders. His dark eyes
ware fixed upon the fair features of the
girl, and an almost impercepLible sheer
gave him q viiiainous look. He held
IN his hand cane with curiously
wrought haudle-his constant companion
with which be impatiently scratched, OIL
rather clawed the deck, as though he were
fowl in search Of food.
Count" said Beryl, II have lust of
fered papa penny for his thoughts Do
you thuk any mans thoughts are wortl
so much ~
The count shrugged his shoulders
twirlsd his moustache and answered il
broken Elglish--more badly broken thar
usual, o@iug to his recent severe attach
of sessiokness:
Vera gooda. He! he! Me think-s
much-a, lalk-s-leedie. M iove-s Miss
Beaumonde I"
And throwing himself on his knees ht
made such a fervent declaration of hi
love for Bryi That her father coult
scarcely repress a smile.
Count, said Mr.. Beaumonde, "riae
Such position is not only undignihad
but the deck is dirty and you might sol
your lavender trousers
Then ina more serious manner he con
You say you love my daughter Well
I'm disposed to believe you. When W
first met You at Naples, almost under tn
shadow OF Vssu8ius, you and the volcano
were both smukng, At that time | wa
very unfavorabiy impressed with you; Blu
since then you have not only won me, bu
my dear daughter elso. Take her and b
happy. But ramember, sir, if 1 find 20
treat her uullndly ! will make sausage
meat Of you,'t
The uoua. sEivered Rs be bent over an
kissed the hand of the maiden who's
Aeart he had won
He then resumed his habit of scratch
lug the deck with his cane.