Washington telegraph., 1844-11-13

first in his own house, and then through
the whole of the town, until it was whis-
pered abroad that he was mad, and so for
time, he was; but anxiety brought weari-
ness, and repose led to reflection.
How deeply did Paul Kinmayer reproach
himself for not taking the miniature with
the other valuables, need not be related,
since he little doubted that his wife resis.
lance to part with it had led to the fatal
catastrophe. One redeeming thought fash
ed across his mind by its agency--if indeed
she had not shared the fate of her mother
he might be enabled to discover his missing
daughter. T.Athis end he resolved to de-
vote the whole of his future existence; and
after the funeral of his wife, he disposed of
his house, the wreck of his household goods,
and prepared to travel; whittier he knew
not; but any where to fly from the scenes
where all his hopes of earthly happiness had
been blighted by the ruthless hand of the
destroyer.
"And these" he said, as he turned from
his native town and home, ''these are the
deeds perpetrated under the sacred banner
of liberty Alasl how is the divine at
tribute desecra ed! How little, but the
name, exists of the bloodthirsty dynasty of
France
CHAPTER III.
Shall we follow the steps OF Paul Kin
mayer for twelve ycarsl Shall we relate
now he travelled in strange lands, ever in
the wake of the French army-sometimes
in disguise-how minute, but yet how eau
tious were his inquiries, and, alas! how
frutlessl Shall we say how the hale man
grew grey and feeble, as though half-a-
century had passed over his head, in scarcely
more than tithe of onel No; for we could
relate nothing that would interest the reader
nothing but the patient suffering of a
bereaved man; hoping, but hopeless, seek
ing but finding not; until it almost seemed
that the faculties of the wanderer had
ceased TO embrace the original object of
his mission; but they did not--they only
slimbered.
1t was something beyond twelve years
after the scenes related i'm our second chap
ter took place, that French officer was
reciting in one of the principal cafes OF
Paris, to an eager crowd of listeners the
particulars Of the inglorious retreat from
Russia, of which he was one OF the few
survivors. His age could not have exceed
ed thirty; but the dreadful hardships OF the
Russian campaign had told fearfully upon
his hardened features. War, however, had
not tanned, but had evidently added to,
naturally ferocious dispositions; for he was
detailing, with savage satisfaction the horr'd
torments of the enemy, already forgetful OF
the seventies he had but Just escaped, and
to which so many of his comrades had fallen
a sacrifice.
Among those who listened most atten-
lively was a stranger, who sat, almost un-
noticed smoking in an obscure corner of the
room; an involuntary expression OF disgust
at length betrayed him, and all eyes were
Immediately turned to where he sat.
Ill wager a Napoleon" said the officer,
..that the old German never smelt powder
but on a review day; and never saw more
smoke than that which proceeded from his
own meerschaum."
Better it others were like me, who re-
membering only that they are soldiers, for
get that they are men,"
.Howi" exclaimed the officer, starting to
his feet, ..sueh sentiments here are danger
Gus; but YOU Germans are ever mystical.
However, I'll tell you a German adventure,
so. garcon, another bottle of coti roti, and
then -
"Do YOU happen to know the German
town of EBRIsTIENl" inquired the officer.
The dull eye of the stranger seemed sud-
denly lit with liquid fire as he answered
in the affirmative.
at was my first campaign" continued
the other; ''my father was one ofthe bravest"
The meant the most bloodthirsty ''leaders
of the revolution. His influence obtained
for me a commission; and, crowned with
success, found no difficulty in earning for
myself promotion. In the action alluded
to we were allowed but two hours to make
what pillage we could in the town of
EBRrsTIEy before we proceeded onward
to the greater and more glorious victories.
Well, there was jeweller Of great wealth,
whose house, which was pointed out to me
by an Austrian prisoner, we entered, but
in which neither jewels nor portable valua-
bles could we find. The servants fled on
our first entrance; the wife and daughter
only remained. The latter had locked
themselves in a room which was soon burst
open; we demanded of them their valuables;
the trumpets had already sounded to horse!
and was preparing to leave the house,
when a gold chain around the neck OF the
elder female, attracted my attention. There
was attached to IL
"A portrait!'' asked the stranger, in
tone of fill-concealed anxiety.
"Don't interrupt me-" said the narrator;
''the story is droller than any one would
imagine"
IT, llooJ or the Strauper came and went