He was accompanied by a charming young "Countess," and the honors showered upon them and the adulation paid by society tuft-hunters was something they will never forget.
They returned the entertainments. The Count borrowed several thousand dollars.
President Furber, of the Olympic Games, said to-day of the "Count:"
"This man confided to me that he had invented a machine for perpetual motion, the chief difficulty of which was that it accumulated energy so fast that it could not be controlled. He asked me to invest in some of his schemes, which I refused to do."
The fate of the Count is still pending and he was led back to a cell. He has been a week behind the bars. The "Countess" is in tears.
"The Countess is me," she explained.
"Was he sent to prison?" I asked.
"Oh, no," she answered. "You see they really couldn't tell whether he was a Count or not, so they had to let him go."
"He ought to be hung!" I cried.
"I really think he ought," she answered. "You see it is quite embarrassing, because legally I have never been married at all, have I?"