The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-07-17
THE CABRIOLET HRIvER.
A FRENCH STORY.

FkENCH STORY.
Ten years ago ] entered the service
of M. Eugene. Did you know Nj. Eu-
gene, Sir?"
Eugene whoi'
AYE, Eugene who? That is more
than can tell. Inever heard him call
ed any thing but M. Eugene. He was
tall young man, about seven and tven-
ty-good looking, with touch of lnelan-
choly; had ten thousand francs a year
and stomach complaint.--Well, ] en-
tered his service. He was so mild, that
he always spoke in one equal tone
'Cantillon, my hat-Cantillon get the
cabriolet ready-Cantillon, if Nj. Alfred
dc Linar calls say am not home p
Yon must know, Sir, that he did not like
this NJ. DO Linar, who was dissolute
fellow. One evening returning from q
soiree in the Rue de la Paix, on cross
ing the bridge with the statues upou it
there were no statues then--we passed
| a woman sobbng so bitterly, that we
heard her in spite Of our own wheels.
My master said pull up and ! did so
and before l had time to turn my head.
he was standing upon the ground.
'The night was as dark as pitch. The
female went on, and my master followed.
On sudden she stopped, mounted the
parapet, and ! heard splash in the riv-
err. My master did not hesitate, but
plunged headlong after her. must
tell you, sir, that he could swim like a
duck.
AS for me, thought to myself, "If
remain in the cabriolet, shan't be OF
much use on the other hand, as I cam,
swim, if get into the water, there will
be two to lug out instead Of one.' Sc
says to the horse-the same am now
driving-says I, 'Whao, Coco, stand
still boy One could have thought the
poor beast understood me, for he stood
still Immediately. In moment l was
at the water side. There was a little
boat close to the shore; Jumped into it
but it was moored by rope, and ] pull.
ed and pulled, but could not move it. Ii
the meantime, my master was diving
like cormorant. 1 grew DESPERATE ano
with one last effort, the rope gave way
and tumbled backwards.
Luckily fell across the bench, ant
as i. was no time for counting the stars
/ was up in a second. The boat wa.
now adrift. ! looked for the oars, ano
found that had knocked one overboart
in my fall pulled away with the 9th
err, but the boat turned round and rount
like top. why says ], this is of nj
more use than blister upon cork leg.
Il shall never forget that moment, sir
twas dreadful The water was 50 black
that the river seemed to run ink. Now
and then little wave broke, scattering
its spray, and in the midst was seer
either the white dress Of the female, ol
my masters head when he came up tc
breathe. Once only both Appeared a,
the same time, aud heard NJ. Eugene,
'Ah! see her. In two strokes le was
at the place where the white dres had
been visible an instant before--he than
disappeared. was about ten yards
from them, floating on with the sream,
grasping my oar as If could crus, it to
atoms, and exclaiming, God of Hea-
ven why can't swim y t
"A moment scarcely elapsed, wlrn my
master ngain appeared, holding the fe-
male by the hair. She was senseless,
and i, was high time, not enly for her,
but for my master to get assista,ce.--
He had just strength enough left 70 keep
himself from sinking with his b,rthen.
Turning his head to see which bank
was the nearest, he perceived me Can
tillon, cried he, 'help 7 held out the
oar to him, but he could not reach il.
Help = said he ngsin. Csntillon, help =
| A wave went over his head, I rcmsin-
cd horror strickcn. Agais hs appeared,