Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1843-12-12


His knees trembled under him. A cold
perspiraton believed his venerable fore
head, as his pale lips scarcely pronounced.
"Madame Ia Marechale must pardon me
it is impossible. CANNOT"
"Whatl not save the life and honor of
your broihpr?"
.But what has the life or honor Of my
brother 10 do with
"Goh will save him, and in order 10
have that you must loosen my corsage.
Here, take the scissors. Be quick"
And he took the scissors with n trembling
hand, and cut the stay-lace, and immediate
" Jourdan's Napoleons fell at the feet OF
the laughing, kindhearted woman
'.Bravo! Bravow she exclaimed, clap
ing her hand and throwing a cashmere
round her shoulders, ..eight NapoIeons
more than you want. Take them all
nay, not word! And now 10 explain
This evening, while seated at cards with
the Empress, Marshal Jordan, by some
gancter'c, dropped the pieces between my
shoulders. have twenty four hours to
return them, and bless my stars for the
Marsha's maladrcgse. But g at once
and calm The mind Of that young hair
brain. Spare not rebuke; overwhelm him
with advice: Alas! it is more easily given
than received"
The able gained his lodgings, where
his brother awaited his return. a prev 10
dlsfract,ng anxiety. The deficit was sup
piled; and young Desciairs. who possessed
all the qualities necessary to ensure sue
cess in the profession he had embraced
70 we'd eternal gratitude to his benefactress,
and resolved to make for himself name
worthy of her esteem.
Events at the period Of our historiette
hurried on so rapidly that people had no
time to think of every thing; and so the
day following the scene ipst described,
the giddy Marccha'e $ had forgot
ten ne debt she had so involuntarily con-
tracted with urd IN. When she subse-
queutly remembe red, Jourdan was no long
er in France. In short, matters proceeded
after such fashion, that the debt existed
I I II the fou:h year from its birth.
IN 1869, Marshal Jourd IN had the com
mand in Spain. The French army attack
el at Victoria by the allies, was at one
,Junciurc upon the point of being utterly
pat hor5 de combat. Vainly did Jourdan
and King Joseph rush al ing the yielding
or broken lines, imploring the soldiers Of
Fratce not to bring dshonor upon their
banners. All, all in vain. Born away
by his desperate courage, the Marshal
flung himself into the centre of hussar
regiment, CT rather the vesige Of one, and
with handful of gallant fellows charged
the Dragons Of Wellington. All, all in
vain. His officers are slain by his side.
Jourdan himself, already wounded, is on
the point Of being surrounded and cut to
pieces, when a young officer throws him
self between the Marshal and his enemies.
"Generalr' he exclaimed, 'ihe debt
of honor is discharged"
And the young soldier was Immediately
smItten to the smoking earth; but his noble
sef-devotion gave time for the arrival Of
a French squadron Of heavy cavalry. The
Marshal was rescucd-discipline establish
ed, and the army saved from complete
destructjon.-
On his return to Paris, Jourdan was one
evening at a soiree, where also shone the
briIlancy of Madame la Marechal s..
The Marshal was narrating the noble trait
which had saved his life, when the lady,
struck with a sudden recollection, demand
ed
AIS not Desclairs the name Of this Of
fcer?''
at certainly is"
THE wretched man! 1t is who have
killed him!"
lin that case, Madame" rejoined the
Marshal, applying line Of Moliere's-
1.-The folk that you have killed are in excellent
health
.'for NJ. Desclairs soon recovered from
/ his wounds-he is in excellent health
and besides, Lieutenant Colonel. To
morrow | shall have the pleasure to pre-
sent him to Madame"
Scandal is very busy in every part Of
the world, but, beyond all question, Paris
is her favorite head quarters The excla-
nation of Madame s. about her
having killed young Desclairs, became of
course, the exhaustlos subject Of little and
prrdfage, even in the highest circles
Some kind friend was even so kind as TO
whisper the matter to Marshal s.,
who knew perfectly we'll all about it.
"What very droll people there must be"
/ replied the brave veteran with smile, ''who
pretend to know better than | do myself
about matters which effect me so vitality!
Bah, bon jour!'-[London Age.