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[the beautifbl, the tender-hearted Lisette, was in mortal danger, and it was in his • power to save her It was not in his heart to withstand the pleadings of die child. He he could go an 1 rescue the I nurse, and return to his post without deI tection. At all events, he could not refuse the childish pleader. “Give me your hand, Natalie. I'll go with you.” I With a cry ot 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 bail le't her mother. It seemed a lonp distance to Jer me, and once he stopped as though |he would tiru back. He did not tear death; but he feared dishonot. “Herl !” uttered the Child The soldier listened, and plainly heard the voice of the suffering worn in calling for help. He hesitated no longer. On he hastened, through the storm, and found Lisette sunk to her armpits in the i soft morass. Fortunately atut of 1 ng ( grass had been within her reach, by | which means she bad held her head | above the fatal mud. It was no easy mutter to extricate her from the miry pit, as the workman had to be very careful that he did not himself loose his footing. At length however, she was drawn forth, and Jarome ltd her towards his post. “Who comes there?” cried a voice from the gloom. “Heavens!” gasped Jerome, s opping , ant! trembling from head io 'Oot. “Who comes there?” repeated the voice. Jerome heard the click of a musketlock; and he knew that another sentinel hap been stationed at the post he left, i The rebel had come while he hid been jabsent! ‘‘Friend, with the countersign I” he I answered, to the last call ol the new [ sentiiel. He was ordered to advance, and when he had giiei the countersign he found himself in the pre-ence of the offi-er of the guard In a few hurri-d words he told I.is story, and had the officer been alone he might have allowed the matter I to rest wh re it was; but there Were nth- j ers present; and when ordered to give up his musket he obeyed without a murmur, and silemly accompained the officer to the camp, where he wes put in irons. On the following morning Jerome Du bois was brought before a court-martial under charge of having deserted his post. He confessed that he was guilty, and then permission was granted him to tell his own story. This he did in a few words; but the court could do nothing bui pass sentence of death; but the members thereof al! signed a petition praying that Jerome j Dubois might be pardoned;Jand this pe j inion was sent to the genera! of the , brigade, and through him 'O the general ; of the division, by whom it was endorsed ; and sent up to the marshal. Lefebvre was kind and generous to his J soldiers almost to a fault; bu' he could I not overlook so grave an error as 'hat which had be. n committed by Dubois , The orders given to the Sentinel hail been ■ Very simple; and foremost as every n>- ; cessity, was the order forbidding him to , le<ve his post until propirly relieved To j a certain extent the safety of the whole i army rested upon the shoulders of each | individual sentinel, and especially upon i J those who at night were posted nearest ■ the lines of the enemy “I am sorry,” said th* gray-haired old warrior, as he folded up the petition and handed it back to the officer who had presented it “I am sine that man [ nient no wrong, and ye' a great wrong was done. He knew what he was do ing—he ran the risk —he was detected — he has been tried and condemned. He must suffer!” They asked Lefebure if he would see the condemed. “No. no!” the marshal cried quickly. “Should I see him, and I'sien to one halt his story, I might pardon him; and that must not be done. Let him die, that : thousands may be saved ” The time fix 'd for the execution of Du hois was the morning succeeding the day 1 „f hi* trial. The result of the interview < with Marshal Lefebver was made known to him. an i he was not at all disappointed.—He blamed no one, and was only sorry that be had not died upon the ,i battle field. “I have tried to be a good soldi -r," f he said to his captain. “I feel that I < have done no crime that should leave a , I stain upon my name.” The caotain took hi* hand, and ass- < ured him that his name should be held in respect. . I ' Towards evening Pierre Naillant, with • with his wire and child, were admitted to t see the prisoner. This was a visit which 1 Jt-rome would gladly have disp-nced 1 with, as his feelings were already « wrougt upto a pitch that almostun- c

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manned him; but he braced himself for the interview, and would have stood it like a hero, hid not little Natalie, in the eagerness of her love and gratiitude, thrown herself upon his bosom and off iretl to din in his stead. This tipped the brimming cup, and bi* tears flowed ! freely. Pierre and Lisette knew not what t> say They wept, and they prayed, and they would have willinnlv died lor the ’ noble fellow who had been thus Condem ned. Later in the evening came a companion who, if he lived, would at some time return to Jerome's hoy hood home. First the condemned thought of his widowed mother, ami he sent her a message of love and devotion. Then he thought of a broiher .and sister And finally lie thought of one—a bright-eyed maid—whose vine-clad cot stood upon the banks ol lhe Seine—one whom be had loved with a love such as only great hearts can , feel. ‘ Oh, my <i ar 'lien 1!” he cried, bowling his he.,,1 upon his clasp-d hands, • “you need not tell them a falsehood; but ;if the thing is possible, let them bdteve - t hat I fell it! battle!” Ilis comp inion pro ised that he would do all be could; and, it the truth could not be kept back, it should be so faith fully tola that the name ol Jerome Dubois should not bear dishonor in th? minds iot those who had loved him in the other ; davs. Morning came, dull and gloomy, with driving sleet ami snow; and at an earlv hour Jerome Dubois was Rd forth to meet his faie. The place of exe.cuiion had been fixed upon a low, barren spot towards the sea; and thither his division Was being marched to witness the fearful punishment They had gam d not | more th in half the distance wh-n the ; sound ol some strange commotion broke I upon lhe wintry air; and very shortly an aid-de camp came da-hing to the side of the general of brigade, with the cry: “A sortie! A sortie! The enemy are <>ut in force. Let this thing be stayed, i The marshal directs that you face about | and advance upon the peninsula!” In an instant all was changed in that divi-ion; and the brig.di-r general, who had temporary command, thundered f -rlh his orders tor his Counterm <reh.— The gloom w 3 dissipated; -n.l with glad hearts the soldier turned from the thought ot the ex culion ot a brave comrade to the thought 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,” replied the captain. The direction was very simple, but the ex cution thereof was not to be so ea«y; tor hardly had the words escaped the cap j tain’s lips when a squadron ot Prussian cavalry came dashing directly towards ; them. The division was quickly formed in'o lour hollow squares, while the ! guard that held charge ol the prisoner found them-elves obliged to flee. ‘ln heaven’s name,’cried Jerome, “cut my bonds and let me die like a soldier!” ■ . The seargant quickly cut the cord that' ■ bound h's elbows behind him, and then > I dashed towards the point where his own [ comp uy was stationed. The rattle ol[ j musketry had commenced, and the Pius sians were vainly endeavoring to break | the squares of French troops. Jerome j i Dubois looked about, him lor some weeplon with which to arm himself; and pres- | ently he saw a i ru-si-n officer, not far j off, riding in his sad lie as though he i had been wounded With a quick bound he reached the spot, pulled the dying of- | i fleer from his seat, and leaped into the . empty saddle. Dubois w . s fully resolved that he wonld : sell b.is lie on tliat d>iy—sell it in b. liail o' France —and sell it as dearly as pos- | sible. But he whs not needed where he was He knew that the Prussians could not break those hollow squares; so he i rode away, thinking to j 'in the French cavalry, with whom he could rush into I the deepest danger. Supposing that 'hei heaviest fighting must be upon the Neh i rung, he rode his horse in that direction; and when he reached it he found that he had not be-n mistaken. Upon a slight, eminence towards Ilagelberg the enemy had planted a battiry of heavy guns, sup ported by two regiments rs in'antry; and already with shot and shell immense damage had been done. Marshal Lefebvre rode up shortly alter this battery had been opened, anil quickly made up his mind that it mast be taken at all hazards. “Take that battery.” he said to a col-[ onel of cavalry, “and the battle is ours.” Dubois heard the ordei and saw the necessity. Here was danger enough, • urelv; and, determined lo be the first at ; lhe fatal battery, he kept as near to the 1 leader as he Beared Half the distance ’ had been gained, when from the hill came i 1 a storm of iron that plowed into lhe ranks [ of the Fronc i. The colouei fell, bis body i 1

literally torn in pieces by a shell that exploded against his bosom. The point upon the peninsula now reached by the head of the as-atil’ing column was not more thon a hundred yards ‘ wide; and it was literally a path of death, las the fire of twelve heavy guns was turned upoa it. The colonel had tallen; Jand very soon three other officers went I down, leaving the advance without a com- ■ missioned leader. The way was becoming blocked up, wi.b dead men and dead horses and the head of the column stop ' ped and wavered. ' Marshal Lefebvre, fivm his elevated 11 place, saw this, and his heart throbbed painfully. If that column was routed, and the Russian infantry charged over I i ih« peninsula the result might be calam•l itous. But—seel A man in the uniform of i a Frenc'i private, mounted upon a pow II erlul horse, CapAnsone l in the tr ppings i' of a Prussian ‘-'.iff officer, with his head bare, and s bright sabre swinging in his • hand, joshes 'o the front, and urg.-s th.e column fo-w.ard. His words ate fiery, and his look is dauntless. - “For France and for Lefebvre!” the strange horseman cries, waving his sword aloft, and pointing towards the battery. . -‘The Marshal will weep if wo lose this day!” i The brave troop"rs thus led by one i who feared not to dash forward where 'I the shot fell thickest, gave an answering | shout, and pressed on, careing little tor ; the rain of death so long PS they had a i living leader to follow. Hoping that he might take the b ttery, and yet courting •death, Jerome Dubois spurred on; finally ■i he troops came upoa the battery with I irresistable force. It was not in the power of the cannon- . leers to withstand the shtick, and the Russian infantry that came to their support • were swept away like chaff. The battery was quickly capittred; and when the guns had been turned upon those who had shortly before been their masters, the • fortune of lhe dav was decided. Tbo Russians and the Prussians—horse, foot and dragoons—such as were not taken prisoners, made the b of their way hick into Dantzic, havi i lost much more > than they had gained. Jerome Dubois re'urned to the guard house, and give himself up to the officer in ch arge. Fust a surgeon was called to dress several slight wounds, which be ' had rec-ived Next his colonel wis called to see what should be done with him. The colonel apjUe.l to the general of brigade, and the general of brigade applied to the g-neral of division, an 1 the general of division applied to Marshal [ L lebvre, “What shall we do with Jerome Du bois?” “God bless him!" cried tbe genera! veteran, who heard lhe whole story; ‘ I’ll pardon him to-day and to morrow I'll . pr r mote him,” And Jerome Dubois, in time, went himseD to see the loved ones in France; i and when he went he wore the uniform of a captain. .... ' Civil Objections to the Vetoed Civil ‘ Rights Bill, by the Hartford Times. The Radical Civil Rights Bill bribes a i million oi Government deteenves to nose out oflenses, “created" by the bill, against the people. The Civil Rights Bill makes the worn ■of the meanest negro in Five Points su-, perior lo 'he laws of the State. j The Civil Rights Bill will make the ConsVtiition of the United States a d the laws of States dead lett rs, and power-j less to help a white man. The legion of spies to be created by the ' Civil Rights Bdl, by the express provision of : hat bill, are lobe paid for err ri' arrest they make, no mat er wuetiier there ! is a conviction or not. Laws are generally drawn to punish ' crimes. The Radical Civil Rights Bill was framed expressly to “create” a new class of crimes unknown to the Con- i ! stituiion or to the laws nf States. By the Civil Rights hill a disrespect-1 [ fill remark to a “gentleman of color” I may cost you 81,000 and a year’s impris-! i onment. Read the bill. If the Civil Rights bill becomes a law, it becomes the entire government of the j j country. It makes the republic an unlimited monarchy. The radicals not only desire to establish a tyranny in place of the republic, but j, they propose to manufacture new offenses to be punished by fine and imprisonment- . Their Civil Rights bill orovides only for, j as the text says, “offenses created by this act.,’ tgrTn disinterring the federate dead, 1 norr Resaca, Tennessee, recently, a body I exciting attention from its small feet,; i was found to be a woman shot through ; the head. The supposed name was | Charles Jonesboro, company E. Sixteenth i Missouri volunteers.

Os no Consequence. It is nit a little curious to trace the origin ind result of some alienations 1 which really embitter ihe dome-tie peace i of families. Mr. ami Mrs. Grubb had a , most delightful courtship, they always i 1 thought alike upon every subject But. ; during their himeymoon they encountered ’• a squall. It begins thus: “My dear,” said Mrs G., ,‘how plen- ■ tifully your father ate last night of the I oyster patties.” :‘You ar« mistaken, my dear, he only tasted of them; it was the chicken salad to I which you allude.” ‘ “Now you bail better make out that I , don't know whit I see.’’ ’ “And don’t you mike out that I don’t know what I help people to?” “But wuat I saw I saw, Mr Grubb; f and I don’t give it up.” “And what I know, I know, Mrs. . « Grubb, and I don't give it up.” I I “Wall, I don’t care, only Ido like to ' - see people adhere to the truth.” ’ “Do you mean to insinuate, wife, that ■ I don't speak the truth!” “Yes, [ do, if you say your father did ‘ not eat of your oysters last night.” 11 “I wont talk withyou You are one of the most unaccountable beings I ever I ‘ knew,” —and Mr Grubb took his seat in I 'he other room and b-gan leading the ! i newspaper. ' \ Mrs Grubb took a lamp and went to ! her chamber. The clack struck seven, ' eight, nine. The newly married pair felt 1 i tinea-y; they weie lonely. The news , ■ ' paper had been rattled over till it was’ I flimsy as a rag, and young Mrs. Grubb i grew tired of pouting alone. At this late 1 hour a mutual friend rang the door bell - Both the parties knew the cheerful voice as, on en ering the lighted drawing rooms, he exclaimed: “Now this is what I cdi c unf irtable. But where’s your wife, Grubb!” inquir-1 ‘ ed the visitor, as he looked wistfully ’ round. “Anna ” said a melodious voice at the j 1 foot of the stairs, “our friend Graham is I •. here.” Very soon a nimble pair of little feet come trotting down the stairs, and a face all beaming with smiles external, ex- 1 claiming, “How delighted lam to see you, Henry. Hus. and I are getting quite duh—,we have said all the sweet' things, and were just trying to g<-t up a’ bitter pill to work off 'he surfeit.” The 1 other half of Mrs G laughed outright, I and it was all over. The visitor had a [ de ightiul call, tally satisfied that there ,' was no parallel to be found to domestic 1 comforts. A. week or two after this flare up, the party were expatiating upon the folly of j beingeasly provoked at trifles, and both pledged themselves never again to in- , dulge in any evil feeling toward each oth-r, signing, soiling and pledging! themselves after much billing and cooing j with a mptual kiss. “But,” said Mrs. Grtthb “it was so I i provoking in you to g t so indignant, be | cause I merely remarked that your father ate those oysters.” “But thev were not oysters, I tell you; it was the chicken salad.” “Why will you have it so, husband!” “Because I like the truth, wile and j

want you to ad lu re to it.” Mrs. Grubb b< gan to sigh, anti then cry, and say, “if she had known”— whereupon her husband g'-ntly put his I hand over her mouth, “be done, it is d no cons qut-nce;” and but for this who iknows where the first quarrel would have ended It appears Gr übb had been rea--1 ding the anecdote recorded in a late ' magazine, where a quarrel between a newly married pair was served up. nil arising from the wife’s declaration that she Iha I just ssen a mouse run along, while* the husband strenuously maintained It was a rat. Thus he was effectually cur led ol hastily contradicting his wife, and she was ashamed of being so easily ex I cited as to destroy her own happiness. •It is computed that full half of our I domestic troubles originated from such I insignificants trifles; and happy are that (couple who are sensible cnought Io remember in the very outset, “if is of ■no consequence.''—Mrs. E. Willmont in Rural American i —: — The following is the amount of frac- i itonal currency by the Treasurer from 1 the Printing Bureau of the Treasury during the week ending Monday; 838,500 in five twenties; 857,000 in tens, and §16,000 in fives, making total currency receipt" of §2 42,500. Since the bar rooms in New York are shut up on Sunday, some of the barbers have invented a new hair tonic—for the beard—which is applied just under the mustache. The London new waterworks will cost; 815,000,000, and will supply daily 200, r 000,000 gallons to the huge metropolis. I I

A Short Connubial Lectu e. Scolding? I atn not scoldin! I never scold, Mr. Rasher! If I express my mind about anything, you begin to talk about “curtain lectures," and ail that kitid o' vulger stuff. Men have fairly worn out their own tongues talking about women’s longues, yet I’ve got live to see tho day when a man admired a quiet woman. You always see them running after the silliest chatterboxes. The fas ter they can talk, and the more foolish thi igs they can sav, the better they liko ’em—provided ate.ays it ain’t their own wife! Lt’s only last night, at Mis. Yellow Dock’s, you were perfectly infatuated with that Mrs. Giggle, that we women despise. 1 had to laugh in my sleeve, to see how you stuck by her side’the whole evening. Jealous? Not a bit of r». Me and Grimace were watching you, and j enjoying ourselves very much. —Grimace told me it was supprising to see a man with such a wife as you had, interested in that silly littile widow. Y u were charmed with her good nature? 1 presume so. You’d rather have somebody with an eternal grin on their lace, j than to hear the wittiest things said in a cutting way. The fact is Rasher, you are not a judge of the female sex; they can pull the wool over your eyes without the least difficulty. You presume lain as will aware ol that weakness as any one? Oh, now, don’t be getting sharp —it ain’t b-con.ing of you! Give me the money I ask lor, that’s all I want -ofy-u. Os course it’s all I ever want ’of you. Men were made to earn money, ' and women to spend it; that’s what’s ■ the matter, Mr. Rasher.— Rural American. Oil Story Extraordinary. ; The Milwaukee Sentinel [tells the follow n : The last an I strongest oi’ st ry which we have heard is sent to ns bv a I correspondent at Port Washington. It is told of a '•onple of boys, the offspring of a distinguished legislator of Ozaukee ! county, »oed respectively ten and eight years. It illusti ates two facts—tl at the oil fever is not confined to adults, and that all is not petroleum that stinks. We quote the letter ol our •orrespondent: Two bovs got tlie grub, hoe and spade together and started for the back part of t their father's farm. Their mother proj tested, but the boys were inoxerably bent on oil, and could not be dissuaded. | They proceeded on their search, and [finding a bole in lhe ground, thought ihere would be a good place to commence as it would save digging. So at it they went. They’ had not dug long before one of them remarked: ‘1 smell somei thing—don’t you Charley?” Charley responded affirmatively, and thought it smelt like father’s oil can, only a good deal stronger, and added, “Mebbe crood iie, as they call it, smells stronger than i our ile.” The boys were a good deal j elated with their prospects, and worked away vigorously (or a time. At length | they struck through into a cavity, and had a veritable flowing well. They had unearthed a couple of skunks, and started (or home a good deal discomfited—their garments exha Hing odors stronger and more offensive than even petroleum in its crude state.

HI »» u. jP-eTThe recent removal ond appoint- ■ m nt of federal officers in Ohio has • created a great sensation among the rad- ) j icals in that State. The President has > I been paying particular attention to the >, radical disunion office holders of “shin- \ plaster Chase” stripes for the last two | weeks, and the radicals in all parts of Ohio are fearfully excited. It is said I rge numbers of them are rapidly becoming conservative. Colonel Edward Parrott, speaker of tke Ohio House of Representations, announces himself a candidate for Ccngree against General Scb -nek CS"Mrr Cicero Brown, an arisfocratis negro citizen of Vicksburg, lately eloped with his landlady? who took with her, besides all the wearing apparel she could gather, about $51)0 in money, belonging to her bereaved hnsband. grand jury ol Cameron counj ty, Texas, lias implicated ex Major general Herron, of the United States armv, tor I kidnapping and delivering to General Coit’nas a suspected Imperialist who was subsequently shot by Gorlinas’ order. gw-A colored man, who was refuse cabin passage bi two steamboats, from Duva'fl's Bluff to Memphis, has sued the captiin for §4,000 dansgas. How seldom it happens, said one friend to another, that we find editors who are bred to the business. Very, replied the I other, and have you not remarked how (seldom it happens the business is bread 'to the editors? I . ’

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