Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1843-11-23

give Ill HIS accounts, anu h he cannot make up
The deficit: he has sworn to blow his brains
out. He will keep his oath" And the poor
Able covered his face with both hands, and
wept bitterly.
The beautiful Marechale WINGED beneath
the stings of her own conscience. Her I'M
brided passion for play deprived her utterly
of the power to obey the dictates of her gen
erous heart and as she heard The half-sifled
sobs of her supplcart, she felt that she would
be virtually murdcrcss if she found not
means TO prevent the threatened catastrophe.
'What sum do you require, my poor friend:''
she asked IN IA voice trembling with emo
! ton.
| "Five hundred francs. II would be a trfle
II we only had time. But to-morrow-to-
morrow-at darn Of day, the regiments
cdiSSe, and my brothers accounts will be ex-
amned''
"lle is savcd!-hc is savedn' suddenly ex-
claimed Madame S, as she bethought her
OF the golden shower. 'Quick, quick. Help
TO un-make my toilet" And without waiting
for an answer, the fair Marechale, her ewes
sparkling with pleasure, rapidly removed her
| ncckerchef and SASH The astonishcd Able
began to think he was in dream.
''If Madame la MARKETABLE will permit me to
call her maids" stammered the old priest, 60
ing to the door.
''Not for the world! No one but YOU
shall know where ! shall find the money You
want. Remove this pm Very good. Now
these hooks and eyes. Excellent. Now this
Gordon de taie Boa -
The poor Able trembled from head to foot.
When the gown was looarned behind, he was
going to cry, like Drawer men Sauna oue peut,,
and medlated precipilate flight. His trials.
however, were only beginning.
"l.et us lose no time, my good friend.
Undo this knot. Good Now this other-and
| then-but hold That will save time. Take
these SCISSORS and cut my lace"
Had thunderbolt fallen at his feet, poor
old Desclairs had scarcely been more astound-
ed. The old man changed color His knees
trembled under him. cold perspiralion be-
dewed his venerable forehead, as his pale lips
scarcely pronounced" Madame la MARKETABLE
must pardon met is utterly impossible-I
cannot"
"What not to save the life and honor of
your bro,her''
'But what has the life or honor of my broth
er TO do with--''
"GoM will save him, and in order to have
mat, you must loosen my corsage. Here, take
the scissors. BE quick ~
And lac took the scissors with a trembling
/ e.
ly Jonrtlan's Napoleons fell at the feet of the
! laughing kind-hearted woman.
''Bravo bravom she exclaimed. clappino
her hands, aud throwing Cachemere round
her shoulders, ''eight Napoeons more than
you want. Take them all--nay not a word
And now to explain. This evening. while
seated at cards with the Empress, Marshal
Jourdan, by some gamcherie dropped the
pieces between my shoulders. have TWENTY
four hours to return them, and bless my stars
! for the Nlarshal's maladresse. But 90 at once
and calm the mind q! that young harebrain.
Spare not rebukc overwhcm him with adj
vice. Alas j! is more easily given than re-
ceveG''
The Able gained his lodging, where his
! brother awaited his return, prey to a dis
tracing anxiety. The deficit was supplied
and the young Desclairs, who possessed all
the qualities necessary 10 ensure success in
the profession he had embraced, vowed eternal
gratitude 20 his benelaclress; and resolved to
make for himself name worthy Of her es-
TEEN.
Events. at the period of our historelte, hur-
rled on so rapidly that people had not time to
think of everything and so the day follow
ing the scene Just described, the giddy Mare
chale S had forgotten the debl she had so
she subsequently remembered it, Jourdan was
no longer III France. In short, matters pro-
coded after such fashion, that the DEBT ex-
listed till the fourth year from its birth.
in 1909, Marshal Jourdan had the command
III Spain. The French army, attacked at W.T.
toria, by the allies, was at one junciure, upon
the point of being utterly put horS de combai
VaIny did Jourdan and King Joseph, rush a.
long the yielding or broken lines, mploring
the soldiers Of France not to bring dishonor
upon their banners. All, all in vain. Borne
away by his desperate courage, the Marshal
Hung himself into the centre of hussar regi
ment, or rather the vestige of one, and with
handful OF gallant fellows, charged the dra-
Soons OF Wellington. All, all in vain His
officers are slain by his sde Jourtlan himself,
already wounded, is on the point of being
surrounded and cut to pieces, when young
officer throws himself between the Marshal
and his enemies
"General?' he exclaimed, ..the debt Of hon !
or is discharged
And the young soldier was Immediately !
smlten TO the smoking earth but his noble !
sel!-devotion, gave time for the arrival of |
French squadron of heavy cavalry. The Mar !
shall was rescued, discipline re-establshed, !
and the army saved from complete dcstruc-
ton.
On his return to Paris, Jourdan was one
evening alta soiree, where also shone the brill !
Iiancy of Madame la Marechale s.. The |
MARSHAL was uarratng the noble trait which /
had saved his life, when the lady, struck with |
sudden recollection, demanded
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