of the house remarked something extraor¬ 
dinary about him; and the waiter pretendec 
to be busy in the room, that he might have 
an opportunity of watching his motions. 
The count sat biting his nails, and spilt as 
much wine as he poured into his glsss. It 
was a considerable time before he was 
aware of the presence of the waiter, anc 
as soon as he was sensible of it, he drove 
him furiorsly out of the room. 
Meanwhile his last look at Emily, full of 
rage and despair, had plunged the poor 
creature into the most cruel distress. Im¬ 
pelled by painful apprehensions, she wrote 
a confused note to her cousin, and another 
still more confused to the captain, acquaint¬ 
ing both with what had passed, and request¬ 
ing them to confirm her account, in case 
her husband should make inquiries of them. 
—Her cousin, with whom Laura still was, 
received this note, and learned at the same 
time the miscarriage of that which had 
been sent to the countess. Laura trembled, 
and hastily threw herself into the carriage 
to return and warn her husband. She came 
too late. The captain had already received 
the count’s card, as well as the countess’s 
note, and had immediately repaired to the 
Golden Lion. He asked for the count; and 
was ushered into the back room. He polite¬ 
ly saluted the count, who without return¬ 
ing his civilities, sprang up and ran to the 
door, which he locked. He then turned to 
his antagonist, and with a tone and manner 
of the most offensive arrogance, addressed 
him thus:—‘You have assured me, sir, that 
you have not seen my wife since you left 
her at her cousin’s. I now ask you for the 
last time. Is that true, or not?’ The cap¬ 
tain was not accustomed to this kind of 
interrogatory. He grew warm, and replied, 
‘Sir, when I assert a thing, you have no 
right to doubt it.’ Thus by a ninth untruth 
he confirmed all the preceding ones. The 
consequence was, that the count furiously 
drew his sword, rushed upon him, and in a 
few minutes extended him upon the floor. 
The people of the house, alarmed by the 
clashing of the swords, burst open the door; 
but it was too late. The captain was found 
wallowing in his blood. They seized the 
count, and sent fora surgeon. The captain 
felt that he had but a short time to live. 
He entreated all present to leave him for a 
moment alone with his adversary. The 
request of a dying man has irresistible 
power. All withdrew, and posted them¬ 
selves on the outside of the door, to prevent 
the escape of the count. The latter was 
completely himself again. The sight of the 
captain’s blood had cooled his rage and 
appeased his animosity. He fixed his eyes 
with deep emotion and pity upon his 
wounded antagonist, who, with a faint 
voice, begged him, to kneel down beside 
him, that he might hear his expiring words. 
Tam dying,’ said he—‘believe the assur¬ 
ance of one who is on the brink of the 
grave. Your wife is innocent—and so am 
I—I forgive you—(pressing his hand).— 
Hasten from this place—be a protector to 
my wife, and a father to my unborn infant. 
—Fly (pointing to the window which stood 
open)—lose no time—away ! away !’ 
He could say no more. The death-rattle 
nearly stifled his last words. The count 
retained scarcely so much presence of mind 
as to be able to follow the advice of his 
dying friend. He leaped out of the win¬ 
dow into the yard, and slipping out by a 
back door, threw himself into a hackney 
coach and escaped .—Written by Augustus 
Von Kotzebue. Published in Ackerman 1 s 
Repository, in 1812. 
Curing and Feeding Corn-stalks. 
BY W. D. BOYNTON. 
There is probably more fodder wasted in 
handling this one product, than in all other 
forage plants put together. 
Who has not seen thousands of acres of 
what might have been made wholesome 
and nutritious food for stock, whipping 
about in the wind after the ears have been 
taken from the stalks, and the cattle have 
picked all that is palatable from the weather¬ 
beaten remnants. Two thirds of its value 
as a fertilizer is lost in this way, besides 
the almost total loss as a fodder crop. The 
stalks remaining upon the ground, will be 
! ound a serious impediment to thorough 
cultivation the ensuing year. 
The small farmers of the eastern states 
usually make a pretention to cutting and 
