South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1835-05-16
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From the Odd Volume.
THE HUSSAR'S SADDLE.

THE HUSSAR'S SADDLE.
Old Ludovic Hartz always regar-
geds his saddle with the deepest vene-
ration; and yet there appeared moth.
ing about it capable Of exciting his j.
dolairy. 1t was Turkish saddle, old,
and deeply stained with blood yet, to
the brave Ludovic, it recalled tale Of
other days, when, young, ardent, and
enthusiastic, he first drew his sword 10
defence of his country against its ene-
mics.
He had been opposed in battle a.
gaint the hostile invaders Of his native
Hungary, and many an unbeleving
dog had his good sword smitten to the
earth. Various had been the fortune Of
the war, and too often was the glory Of
the holy cross dimmed by the lustre Of
the triumphant crescent. Such sad dis
asters were seldom alluded to by the
brave hussar, but he loved TO dwell on
the successful actions 10 which he had
been engaged
1t was in one of those fierce combats
that, suddenly cut off from his party,
he found himself surrounded by four
infatuated Turks. 'But the recoliec-
ton of you and your angel MOTHER
would Ludovic say to his daughter,
'nerved my arm. was assailed by all
my opponents. How three fell. l
knew not; but severe and long was the
conflict with the last of my foes, whose
powerful arm was raised against me.
Already l saw my wife a mournful
widow, and my child fatherless, and
these dreadful thoughts infused fresh
vigor into my arm; smote the inidel
dog to death, hurled him from his steed,
and rifled him as he lay. Atthis mo-
ment several of the enemy appear,
ed in sight but l was too much exhaus.
ted to renew the perilous conflict
My gallant horse lay wounded and 10
the agonies of death; ] threw myself on
the Turkish courser, and forced him
on at his utmost speed until regained
my charlottesville saddle was steep.
ed in the blood of my foe, and mine
mingled with it. When a cessation oil
hostilties permitted the troops to rest
for space from the horrors Of war, ]
fastened with the treasure, which dur.
ing the campaign,I had acquired,t to my
home, purchased these fertile fields
around my dwelling, and forgot for d
season the miseries Of war;
The good Ludovic would here pause
He still retained a lively recollection OIL
his lost wife, and he could not bear to
narrate the circumstances Of her illness
and death. After that sad event, his
home became hateful to him, and he
| resolved again to engage in the arduous
dulles of a soldier. The little Theresa
| was kindly adopted into the family oil
his only brother, and there after lapse
| of some years, our good hussar found
her blooming in youthful beauty.
Ludoyic arrived only in time to
close the eyes Of his brother, who, on
his death bed entreaied him to bestow
Theresa on his only sou, when they
should have attained proper age
Grateful for his almost parental care of
his child, and moved by the situation
Of his brother, whose whole heart seem.
ed to be bent on this union, LudOvic
promised that when his daughter should
have attained the age Of eighteen, she
should become the wife Of Karl, pro-
vided Karl himself desired the connec-
ton at that time and, satisfied with
this promise, the old man died in peace.
This engagement was concealed from
Theresa, but it was known TO Karl,
who exulted in the thought that this
rich prize would one day be his. With
low habits and a coarse turn Of mind,
the delicate graces of Theresa had no
charms for him he loved her NOT, bu,
he loved the wealth which one day