The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-02-06
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Here is a True Story of How One Bcauti.
hnl. Refined and DeIicateiy Reared Young
Woman Was Treated by Her Distin.
guisiied Husband in Italy.
Miserable indeed is the mess of pottage
for which American girls are continually
selling their Observation-Disclosures deference, and
even reverence, for the gentler sex which is
a characteristic of their countrymen, a dis
tfnetive quality of which no other nation
can boast.
Here in Naples have seen some exam
pies of welded life between American girls
and foreigners; some strange, others ludi-
crous, but most all pitiable
The Countess 2, who lives quite near,
and of whom / see great deal, is pretty
New York girl of about twenty-eight, very
petite. with foreign manners and little af-
fectations of accent which disgust a patri.
otto spirit. as 1t proves wish to throw of
all hint of her American origin, of which
she should be proud. Her action becomes
astounding when one learns little of her
domestic life with her lord and undeniable
master, the count. One day when she came
| W NlSlp Illb 4 dShtu ItI'tu lub COuISD pI COH
versation what she thought of Neapoltan
society.
Indeed, I have seen very little of it," she
responded my husband, the count, is
very busy here, and has no time to go into
society"
But have you no friends? Can you moi
| go without him-I mean to afternoon re
| ceptions and such thingsf"
"Ah, yes, have friends, but he does moi
like me to gonnywhere,"
well, how do you spend your daysp"
II practice the mandolin for two hours
| then write my little poesies."
''Oh, you are an authoresss"
NO." laughingly; II only write the lttl,
verses pour passer le temps, do not pub
lish Them a.
But surely your days are not sufficient,
filled by these two occupations"
"Oh. no; in the afternoon drive in my
carriage"-with its blazing coronet
"You drive aloneg"
mo, indeed" in shocked voice. "Tht
count is with me natlrellement."
He is very strict, is he noti"
who? The count? Ycsl They are al
strict, these foreign men, but, being Amer
lean, do not allow my husband to go toe
! far. When he brings whip tell him
shall leave him if he strikes me- and he il
afraid"
Naturally, as she has all the money.
Are all Italian husbands so despotic?" ]
asked.
"Ah, they are mostly much more so, but
know better how to control mine, having
| been married before to an American"
And how do you compare the two in q
matrimonial sense?"
"Ah! the Americans are ideal husbands
| They are men. They recognize woman's
superior position; they know how to treat
their wives, while these''-
She hesitated, and her eyes blazed with
suppressed passion-she evidently did no,
consider the game worth the candle
"They are beasts," she broke out sudden
| ly. BEASTS! They think of no one but
themselves! Regard the Countess X
The count, her husband, locks her up every
day until he returns i'll the afternoon, and
Why Because, forsooth, a man old enough
| to be her father called upon her one after
noon when he was out"
Ibid your husband ever lock you up?''
only once. Because l drove out one
afternoon, alone, to call on friend, and {
young officer whom knew very well, rode
beside my carriage for a short distance. My
husband heard Of it from friend of his
and he locked me up"
Poor little womani She looked so fragile
and.youns one could imagine how he!p pies;
| she would be at the mercy of some bruta
masteri Her apartment happened to be i'm
| mediately above that of u great friend O.
mine, and one day when was sitting witt
my friend On her balcony, which looked ou
upon the silent, beautiful Bay of Naples
with its opalescent lights, and violet Capr
hanging, as it were, in the rosy mist be
tween sea and heaven, we were startled b!
n great ccmmotion above.
mans loud voice thundered In Italian
now and then intcrmiXcd by thin, plead
ing note, which recognized to be that o
my friend, the Countess .. Suddenl,
a sharp feminine cry rang out, immediatel,
| followed by the appearance of n bonnet DO!
descending from tho upper story. and fin
ally splashing into the sea below. Thi
WIS succeeded by pair of opera glasses
which also SINK far into the briny deep.
There was the sound of slight scuffi
above, and then silence. My friend learne,
the next day that the count had throw
away his wife's new bonnet and her oper
glasses because he did not wish her to e
to the opera that evening.
The poor little ill treated lady decide
to vent her spleen on some enc, and TIL
following day, finding that the water woul
not run-an Inconvenience from which til
whole of Naples was suffering, owing t
some break in the pipes-ahe descended t
the garden with her husbands wifewhi
in one hand and white lace purasol in IL.
other and attacked the absolutely innocei,
gardner, upon whose bare arms she lei
long red weits.
1t was strange sight to see this littl
Partisan doll, whose head scarcely reache
. tho al Of lin OH Hu.l
to chastise, chasing him, across fhe lawt
lodging after him behind trees. with til
train of her delicate Paris gown held hig
and the lace of her part,sol catching in til
branches above her. A week later thi
strange pair disappeared, and few day
after their departure the sheriff entered til
Countess Us pretty apartments and pu
price on everything as she WAS to be sol
out for her husbands debt. lie had forge
her name on a.draft of 9s.ooo.-Cor. Kat
Fields Washington.