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VOL. 58.
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.
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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 ['