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The Condemned Sentinel. A cold, stormy night in the month of March, 1707, Marshal Lefebvre, with twenty-seven thousand French troops, had invested Dantzic. The city was garrisoned with seventeen thousand Russian and Prussian soldiers, and these, together with twenty or thirty thousand well-armed citizens, present ed nearly double the force which could be. brought to the assault. So theie was need of the utmost vigilance on the part of the sentinels, for a desper ate sortie from the garrison, made un aware, might prove calamitous. At midnight Jerome Dubois was placed upon oue of the most important posts in the advance line of pickets, it being upon a uarrow strip of land,rais ed above the marshy flat, called the peninsula of Nehrung. For more than an hour he paced his lonesome beat without hearing any thing more than the moaning of the wind and the driv ing of the rain. At length another sound broke upon his ear. lie stopped and listened, and presently lie called : "Who's there ?" The only answer was a moaning sound. He called again, and this time he heard something like the cry of a child and pretty soon an object came before hira out from the darkness. With a quick, emphatic movement lie brought his musktt to the charge, and ordered the iutruder to halt. "Mercy I" cried the childish voice, "don't shoot me. I'm Natalie. Don't you know me ?" "Heavens I" cried Jerome, elevating his piece. "Is it you dear child ?" "Yes ; and you are good Jerome. Ob, will you come and help mamma ? Come, she is dying 1"„ It was certainly Natalie, a little girl, only eight years old, daughter of Liset te Yilliant, a sergeant in Jerome's own regiment, and was with the army in the capacity of nurse. "Why,how is this my little child V" said Jerome taking the little oue by the arm. "What i 3 it about your mother !" "Oh, good Jerome, you cau hear her now. nark !" The sentinel bent his ear, but could hear only the wind and the rain. "Mamma is in the dreadful mud," said the child, "and is dying. She is not far away. Oh, I can hear her cry iug." By degrees Jerome gathered from Natalie that her father had taken her out with him in the morning, and that in the evening when the storm came on her mother came after her. The ser geant bad offered to send a man back to the camp with his wife, but she pre ferred to return alone, feeling sure that she should meet with no trouble. The way, however, had become dark and uncertain, and she had lost the path, and wandered off the edge of the mor ass, where she had sunk into the soft mud. "Oh, good Jerome," cried the little one, seizing the man's hand, £"can't you hear her V She will die if you do not come and help her 1" At that moment the sentinel fancied he heard the wail of the unfortunate woman. What should he do ? Liset te, the good, the beautiful, the tender hearted Lisette, was in danger, and it was in his power to save her. It was not in his heart to withstand the plead ings of the child. He could go and re turn to his post without detection. At all events, he could not refuse the childish pleader. "Give me your hand, Natalie. I'll go with you." With a cry of joy the child sprang to the soldier's side ; and when she had secured his hand she hurried him along toward the place where she had left her mother. It seemed a long distance to Jerome, and once he stopped as though he would tarn hack. He did not fear death, but he feared dishon or. "Hark !" uttered the child. The soldier listened,and plainly heard the voice of the suffering woman call ing for help. lie hesitated no longer, On he hastened through the storm,and found Lizette sunk to her arm pits in the soft morass. Fortunately a tuft of grass had been within her reach, by which she had kept her head above the fatal mud. It was no easy matter to extricate her from the miry pit, as the workman had to be very careful that he himself did not lose his footing. At length, however, she was drawn forth, aDd Jerome led her towards his post. "Ileayens !" gaSped Jerome, trem bling from head to foot. "Who comes there V" repeated the voice. Jerome heard the click of a musket lock and knew that another sentinel had been stationed at the post he left. The relief had come while he was ab sent. "Friends, with the countersign !" he answered to the new sentinel. MILLHEIM, PA. TItUUSDAY, JUNE 20. 1884. lie was ordered to advance, and when he had giyen the countersign lie found himself in the presence ol' the officer of the guard. In a f*w hurried words he told his story, and had the officer been alone, he might have allow ed the matter to remain where it was ; but there were oiheis present, and when ordered to give up his musket,ho obeyed with out a murmur, and silent ly accompanied the -officer, where he was put in irons. OJI the following morning Jerome ! Dubois was brought before a court martial under charge of having desert ed his post. lie confessed that ho was guilty, and then permission was grant ed him to tell his own story. This he did in a few words, but they could do nothing but pass the sentence of death ; but the members thereof all signed a petition praying that Jerome Dubois might be pardoned ; and this petition was sent to the general of the brigade, and through him to the gener al of the division, by whom it was en dorsed, and sent up to the marshal. Lefebvre was kind and generous to his soldiers almost to a fault, but he could no overlook so grave ati error as that which had been committed by Du bois. The orders given to the sentinel were very simple,and foremost of every necessity was the order forbidding hirn to leave his post until properly reliev ed. To a certain extent the safety of the whole army rested upon the shoul ders of each individual sentinel, and especially upon those who at night were posted nearest the line of the en emy. "I am sorry," said the gray-haired old warrior, as he folded up the peti tion and handed it back to the ofiicer who had presented it. "I am sure that man a.eant no wrong, and yet a great wrong was done. He knew what he was doing— ho ran the risk—he was detected—he has been tried and con demned—he must suffer." They asked Lefebvre if he would see the condemned. "No, no I" the Marshal cried quick ly. "Should I see hira and listen to one-half his story,l might pardon him ; and that must not be done. Let liim die, that thousands may be saved." The time fixed for the execution of Dubois was the morning succeeding the day of his trial. The result of the interview with Marshal Lefebvre was made known to him, and he was not at all disappointed, lie blamed no one and was sorry that he had not died up on the battlefield. "I have tried to be a good soldier,'' he said to his captain. "I feel that I have done no crime that should leave a stain upon my name." The captain took his hand and assur ed him that his name should be held in respect. Toward evening Pierre Villant, with his wife and child, were admitted to see the prisoner. This was a visit which Jerome would gladly have dis pensed with, as his feelings were al ready wrought up to a pitch that al most unmanned him, but he braced himself for the interview, and would have stood it like a hero, had not little Natalie, in the eagerness of her love and gratitude, throwu herself upon his bosom and offered to die in his stead. This tipped the brimming cup, and his tears flowed freely. Pierre and Lizette knew not what to do. They wept and they prayed, and they would have willingly died for the noble fellow who had been thus con demned. Later in the evening came a com panion who, if he lived, would at some time return to Jerome's boyhood's home. First, the condemned thought of his widowed mother, and he seat her a message of love and devotion. Then he thought of a brother and s;st er. And finally he thought of one—a bright-eyed maid—whose vine-clad cot stood upon the banks of the Seine—one whom he had loved with a love such as only great heaits can feel. "Oh, my dear friend," he cried,bow ing his head upon his clasped hands, "you need not tell them a falsehood, but if the thing is possible, let them believe that I fell in battle." His companion promised that ha would do all he could, and if the truth could not be kept back, it should be so faithfully told that the name of Jerome Dubois should not bear disgrace in the minds of those who had loved him in other days. Morning came, dull and gloomy,with driving sleet and snow, and at an early hour Jerome Dubois was led forth to meet his fate. The place of execution had been fixed upon a low, barren spot toward the sea; aud thither his diyision was being marched to witness the fear ful punishment. They had gained not more than half the distance when the sound of some strange commotion broke upon the wintry air, and very shortly an aid-de-camp came dashing to the side of the General of the Bri grade with a cry : "A sortie ! A sortie 1 The enemy A PAPER FOK TUB HOME CIRCLE are out in force. Let this thing be stayed. The Marshal directs that you face about and advance upon the pen insula." In an instant all was cnifnged in that division and the Brigade-General, who had temporary command, thundered forth lus orders for a countermarch. The gloom was dissipated, and with glad hearts the soldiers turned from the thoughts of the execution of a brave comrade to thoughts of meeting the enemy. "What shall we do with the prison er ?■' asked the sergeant who had charge of the guard. "Lead him back to the camp," re plied the captain. The direction was very simple, but the execution thereof was not to be so easy, for hardly had the words escaped the captain's lips when a squadron of Prussion cavalry came dashing directly towards them. The division was quickly formed into four hollow squares while the guard that held charge of the prisoner found themselves obliged to flee. "In heayen's name," cried Jerome, "cut my bonds and let me die like a soldier." The sergeant quickly cut the cords that bound his elbows behind him, and then dashed towards the point where his own company was stationed. The rattle of musketry had commenced, and the Prussians were vainly endeav oring to break the squares of French troops. Jerome Dubois , looked about him for some weapon with which to arm himself, and presently he saw a Prussian officer not far off reeling in his saddle as though lie had been wounded. With a quick bound he reached the spot, and pulled the dying officer from his seat and leaped iuto the empty saddle. Dubois was fully resolved to sell his life on that day—sell it in behalf of France—and sell it as dearly as possible. But he was not needed were he was. He knew that the Prussians could not break those hollow squares ; so he rode away thinking to join the Freuce caval ry, with whom he could rush into the deepest danger. Supposing that the heaviest fighting must be upon the Nehrung, he rode his horse in that di rection, and when he reached it he found that he had not been mistaken. Upon a slight imminence, towards Ila gelsburg, the enemy h%d planted a bat tery of heavy guns, supported by two regiments of infantry ; and already with shot and shell immense damage had been done. Marshal Lefebvre rode up shortly after the battery had opened, and very quickly made up his mind that it must be taken at all huzxirds. "Take that battery," he said to a co lonel of cavalry, as he dashed past, "and the day is ours." Dubois heard the order, and saw the necessity. Here was danger enough, surely ; and determined to be the first at the fatal battery, he kept as neai to the leader as he dared. Half the dis tance had been gained, when from the hill came a storm of iron that ploughed into the ranks of the French. The colonel fell, his body literally torn to pieces by a shell that exploded against his bosom. The point upon the peninsula now reached by the head of the assaulting party was not more than a hundred yards wide ; and it was literally a path of death, as the fire from the twelve heavy guns was turned upon it. The colonel had fallen, and very soon three officers went down, leaving the advance without a commissioned leader. The way was becoming blocked up with the dead men and dead horses, and the head of the column stopped and waver ed. Marshall Lefebvre, from his ele vated place, saw this, and his heart throbbed painfully. If that column were routed, and the Russian infantry charged oyer the peninsula, the result might be calamitous. But-see ! A man in the uniform of a French private, mounted upon a powerful horse, caparisoned in the trappings of a Prussian officer, with a bare head and a bright sabre swinging in his hand, rushes to the frout and urgos the column forward. His words are fieroe and his look is dauntless, "For France and for Lefebvre 1" the strange horseman cries, waving the sword aloft, and pointing towards the battery. "The Marshal will weep if we lose this day." The brave troopers thus led by one who feared not to dash forward, where the shot fell thickest, gave an answer ing shout and passed on, caring little for the rain of death, so long as they had a lively leader to follow. Hoping that he might take the battery, and yet courting death, Jerome Dubois sparred on ; finally the troops came upon the battery with irresistible force. It was not in the power of • the can noneers to withstand the shock, and the Russian infautry that came to their support were swept away like chaff. The battery was quickly cap tured, and when the guns had been turned upon those who had shortly be fore been their masters, the fortune of the day was decided. The Russians and the Prussians—horse, foot, and dragoons—such as were not taken pris oners, made the best of their way into Dantzic, having lost much more than they had gained. Jerome Dubois relumed to his guaid house, and gave himself up to the offi cer in charge. First a surgeon was called to dress several slight wounds, which ho had received. Next his colo nel was called to see what should be done with him. The colonel applied to the general of brigade, applied to the general of division, and the general of division applied to Marshal Lefebvre. "What shall we do with Jerome Du bois, Marshal ?" "God bless him," cried the veteran general, who had heard the whole story, "I'll pardon him to-day, and to-inor ro I'll promote him." And Jerome Dubois in time, went himself to see the loved ones in France, and when he went he wore the uniform of a captain. WALL STREET MUSC LE "There are many muscular bulls and bears in the Stock Exchange," observ ed a piominent broker.to a New York reporter, "and these fellows are as stiong of limb as they are in voice. I know scores of bankers and brokers who are adopts in the 'manly art of self-defense.' Then there are . robust wrestlers, strong oarsmen and long distance pedestrians, who could, if so disposed, win applause in public per formances. Not many months ago two well-known members of the Pro duce Exchange had an encounter, in which all the rules of the prize riog were rigidly adhered to. "The fight took place on the floor of the Exchange, the circular brass rail ing in the middle of the room, known as the 'bull ring,' beiug used instead of the rope ring which is usually made use of on such occasions. It is a mat ter of history that this pugilistic strug gle took place in the presence of about 200 members of the Exchange,and that when either of the contestants 'got in' a 'telling' blow upon the face or person of the other, the enthusiasm of the spectators was expressed by loud aud prolonged cheering." Five desperate rounds were fought, and when at the close one of the pugi lists failed to come to time and was car ried away in a most dilapidated condi tion, the victor was given such au ova tion as would have gladdened the heart of Ileenan, Sayers, Morrissey or Hyer in their palmiest days. "There are at least fifty members of the Stock Exchange who are patrons of gymnasiums," observed the gentleman with whom the reporter was talking. "Some of these go to Turner Hall, in East Fourth street. The Turner Ilall patrons'include the well-known Worm ser Brothers, bankers and broker, and members and clerks of various hous es." "Do the brokers take much stock in Boating V" # "Oh, yes. Nearly all of the boat clubs have brokers amoug their mem bers. Mr. Washington E. Connor, young Mr. Drexel, Mr. Oelrich, Mr. Oltman and the scions of the house of Seligman are oarsmen. It should be stated, however, that several cf these gentlemen do not row in boats on the water ?" "Thai's a singular statement. llow can a man be an oarsman if he keeps away from the water ? " "Easily enough. All he has to do is touseoneof those rowing machines, the oars of which, instead of dipping into the water are attached to weights or springs. A man can be an oarsman in his own parlor if lie likes, and not run the least risk of being drowned. But, of course, this kind of rowing is not of a very exciting nature, and I feat that it will never become popular with the college crews." Anxious For Father. 'Mamma,' said a small boy, 'do you believe everything papa says ? t 'Of course, my child,' replied the mother, with wifely pride. 'Everything, mamma ¥' 'Yes; dear, everything.' 'Well, I don't.' 'llusli, you wicked boy ; you musn.'t talk to. What did your papa ever say that you couldn't believe ?' 'You know that widow on the next square that always looks so sour at us boys V 'You mean that pretty Mrs.Ronton? 'She's the one. 1 heard papa tell hei yesterday that she was the sweetest wo man m town, and then he gave her a bunch of fiowers, and it made me so ashamed to hear him tell her such a story that I ran away and wouldn't let him know I had caught him in it. 'That will do, ray child,' said tlje mother,with a peculiar look in her gen tle face; 'run out and play, and I will tell your father when be comes in that j lie must be particular not to destroy his sou's confidence in his veracity 1' Terms, SI,OO per Year, in Advance. Quickened Consciences. A correspondent of the Nashville American, repeats the following story, which was told him by a Georgian who witnessed the scene described Georgia lias a stringent pistol law. The penalty is forfeiture of the pistol and a fine of SSO, and, at the discretion of the Court, imprisonment for thirty days. A short time after this law went into effect Judge Lester was holding court in one of the mountain counties of North Georgia, and right in the midst of the trial of a cause, ho asked t so attorneys to suspend a few mo ments, and told the Sheriff to lock the court house door and let no man pass out without permission from him. Then said tiie Judge, in his firm, decid ed way "Gentlemen, I saw a pistol on a man in this room a few moments ago, and I cannot reconcile it to ray sense of duty as a peace officer to let such a violation of the law pass unnoticed. It may be that it is my duty to go before the Grand Jury and indict him, but if that man will walk up to this stand and lay his pistol and a fine of $1 down here, I will let him off this time ; otherwise I will go before the Grand Jury and testi fy against him." The Judge paused, and an attorney, who was sitting down, just before the stand, got up, slipped his hand into his hip pocket.drew out a neat ivory jhand led Smith & Wesson six-shooter and laid $1 before the Judge. "This is nil right," remarked the Judge, "but you are not the man that I saw with the pistol." At this another attorney, sitting im mediately in front of the Judge, got up and, drawing out a small (Jolt's revol ver,laid it and a $1 bill upon the stand. "This is right again, "said the Judge, "but you are not the man I speak of." Thereupon a large man just outside of the bar walked around, ran bis arm into his bosom and,drawing out a huge old army pistol, laid it and $1 on the stand. "I declare," exclaimed the Judge, "if this don't beat all; you liavo done right my friend, but you are not the man I saw with the pistol." The process went on until nineteen pistols and sl9 were lying on the Judge's stand. Then there was a pause, and it appeared as if the crowd were pretty well disarmed ; at least, if there were any more pistols in the house their owners did not S3em disposed to give them up. "Gentlemen," resumed the Judge, "here are nineteen ]>ersons who have acted like men in this business, but the man that I saw with the pistol has not come up yet; and now," continued he, pulling out his watch and looking to ward the far side of the Court House, "1 will give him one minute to accept my preposition, and if he does not do it in that time I will point him out to the Sheriff and order him to take him into custody." Immediately two men from the back part of the house began to move to ward the Judge's stand. Once they stopped and looked at eacli other, and then, coming slouly forward,laid down their pistols and their dollars. As they turned to leave, the Judge said : "This man with the black whiskers is the one that I saw with the pistol." Then Judge Lester gave a short lec ture upon the cowardly, foolish and wicked habit of carrying concealed weapons, and assured his audience that in the future the law would be strictly enforced. The court proceeded with its regular business, a nd it is needless to add that in that country the habit of carrying pistols was broken up. Conversational Proprieties. The terras'genteel people'—this,that, or the other is 'very genteel' are terms not to be used,or very seldom. Substi tute for them such words as 'highly ac complished,' 'good taste,' 'gentleman ly,' &c. It is noc well for a lady to say 'yes sir' and 'no sir' to a gentleman ac quaintance, or frequently to introduce the word 'sir' at the end of her sen tences, unless she desires to be exceed ingly reserved towards the person with whom she is conversing. Such words as '1 guess,' 'I calculate,' and 'I reck on' are to be avoided as much as pos sible; and,when relating a conversation it is scarcely refined to use the express ion 'says lie' or 'says she' or 'you know.' Interrupting one who is speak ing, even though it be an intimate friend, is graceless and unbecoming. Laughing at one's own story, is a short way of spoiling it—if it have any wit it will be appreciated. Speaking of any person who is at a distance within sight, it is a rude manner to point at him. Forgetting names, or mistaking one name for another, often indicates ill-mannered heedlessness—thus,to say, Mr. What-d'-call-him, or, You-know who, What's-her-name, or, Ilow-dye call-her. Another most offensive prac i ice, is that of taking a person aside to whisper in a room where there is com pany. Looking oneauother in the face in conversation, is essential to secure life and interest. In speaking of our selves and another person,whether he is absent or present, propriety requires us to mentiou ourselves last, in all cases and under all circumstances ; thus we should say, 'lie and I,' 'you and I.' NO. 26. JNEWSTAPEB L&WS. . If subscribers order tle discontinuation of newspapers, the publishers may continue to semi ihem until nil anmnipes ion pahL , If siiUht|li,i> re(B; or wade#! 10 take tl eir newspapers fhpi I he Mfioe to wj.ieh they are sent t hoy arc held responsible until they hare settled the. bills and ordered them discontinued. If subscribers move to other places without in J forming the publisher, and the newspapers ar scut to the former place, they are resmmbible. ■tttrjmiiaaiu —i. ' 1 wk. 1 io. 13 nips. 9 nios. l year t square *2 ) fI on ,* ID $e oo $8 on n | 1000 15 00 18CO h //, 700 10 00 15 00 30 00 40 00 1 e, / 1000 1500 1 25 00 45 00 75 00 One inch makea a square. Administrators and Executors' Notices *1.50. Transient adver ttsciuentsaiid locals 10 emits per line for first iuMHiioa and MVIM each additkm ivl insertion. Fashion-Hints from Peterson's Magazine for July. Dresses made of but one plain ma terial are less and less worn.—Peter son's Magazine. Lace and embroidery each serve to help make the yariety in the trimmings of dresses, when two kinds of stuff are not used.— Peterson's Magazine. Imitation blackChantilly lace is free ly used on street-dresses and wraps, and evening-dresses are lavishly trim med with lace.— Peterson's Magaziue. Whole dresses of black lace, worn over blaok or colored silks, are very fashionable aud very becoming.— Peter . son's Magazine. Yoked bodices, and the Norfolk bod- Ice which is plaited lengthwise, are popular for thin dresses.— Peterson's Magazine. Tournures are now indispensable, without the back-breadths of the dress are very much puffed. Peterson's Magazine. Wraps are all smkll, except the long dust-cloak worn in travelling, which is usually made of pongee. The old-fash ioned "linen duster" is no longer setn. —Peterson's Magazine. Bonnets are usually small, and near ly all the trimming, on both bonnets aud bats, is massed in frout, or near it, on the left side.—Peterson's Magazine. Crocuses, and dandelions with their feathery seed-tufts, are the latest flow ers used for trimming bonnets.—Parts letter in Peterson's Magazine. Buckles are a good deal worn to con fine the draperies of skirts, Rhine peb bles set in silver being used for evening dresses, and jet and colored mother-of pearl for walking-costumes.—Pm let ter in Peterson's Magazine. To be in the hight of fashion, a girl at a watering-place should carry a par asol to match her dress, either in spot ted foulard,or in gauze put on very full over a silk lining, and with a knot of flowers at one side.— Paris letter in Pe terson's May nine. HUMOROUS. A Fit of Absent-Minded.ilesa. 4 What cut do you prefer ?' said the carver at a recent dinner eriven by Mr. Arthur. 'Cut ?' repeated the President, ab sent-mindedly. 'Cut them skin tight, with medium swell buttons, two hip pockets and—' 'Sir!' interrupted the caryer in a mazement. •Oh, I beg yonr pardon,' said his Ex cellency, recovering himself; 4 a piece of the outside, please, with a little crisp fat.' A Wifely Hint. Mr. B.—'Here is something in this paper that you ought to know.' Mrs. B.—'What is that ?' Mr. B.— 4 A receipt forgetting rid of rats and mice. It says that wild mint scattered about the house will soon clean them out.' Mrs. B.—' Jfiut? That is what you are so awfully fond of, isn't it ?' Mr. B.— 4 Well, yeH, I rather like mint. But I wonder why it cleais out rats and mice ?' Mrs. B.—'Probably when they smell the mint they conclude that the man of the house is a hard drinker, and that therefore the cupboard is empty.' Mr. B. changed the subject. One Case expected. Struggling Surgeon —'No, dear, I cannot go calling with you to-night.' Ilis wite—'But you promised that you would.' •I know it. dear, but our finances are yery low and I must not loose a chance get a fee.' 'But what chance will you loose ? No patients have sent to you for a week.' 'I know it, dear, but I expect to be summoned for a yery important surgi cal case, perhaps a. broken leg, before the evening is over.' , 'Whereto ?' 'Across the way. • Mis. Brown Over there is house cleaning, and I just saw Mr. Brown going home with a step ladder.' Where Papa Banked His Money. 'Mamma, what is that building ?' 'A bank building, dearie.' 'ls that where papa keeps bis mon ey r 'Yes, dearie.' 'Mr.Faro keeps it,don't he mamma?' ' Why, no, dearie! Wtiat a question 1' 'Well, I heard papa say he'd left SI,OOO at Faro's bankSaturd&y night,any way.' 'He did, did he.' (Aside) 'Well, that's one safe deposit he's made, any way ! I know now why he refused me a new dress, new gloves and hat yester day. Oh, but I'll make liim legret the day he was born I' 'What's the matter, mamma ?' 'Nothing, dearie, only I'm going to say a few words to your papa concern ing Mr. Faro's bank ['
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