Mississippi Democrat., 1845-11-26
MtsreIIamp, Arms, &r.
The CroisSy Yew.

81 will tell you, sir, why | come every
evening to smoke my pipe under The
Croissy yew."
In 1917, the narrator who escaped the
conscription. by entering college, which
he had since left, did not know what TO dc
with himself. In the meanwhile, he a.
mased himself by climbing up into huge
yew tree, and casting his eyes over the
surrounding country. One moonlight
evening. when at his post, he overheard
conscrlpt, who was bidding adeu to his
sister and his betrothed. The latter went.
The more resoluie sister said
Shave you not colonel the man who
enlisted you2 Well! 90 and find your
colonel, throw yourself on your knee,
and say, "My lord, | don't want to 90
away-l don't want to be killed. There
are my sister and wife, who cannot live
without me, and who are going to throw
themselves into the river. Beat me, col
onel, put me in prison, but don't make me
goaway2 Long live the emperor2 He's
anoble fellow! Let him leave me in peace,
and go about his business. Colonel, lam
man and free one, and have no right
toleave my sister Christine, who won't
have me quit her; and who will hate you,
colonel, if you make me go off,"
The brother smiled at his sisters eager.
ness, and told her he must have substi.
tute, and money TO pay him.
"Well,' said Christine, {" will give
you every thing l'se got. My gold cross,
my earrings, my silk reckerchiefs, my
colleretles; in word, all my trinkets, TO
him who will consent 20 go.'
san that does not amount 10 the price
Of man." replied Eugene. Christine
reflected for awhile, and said, catching her
brothers. arm
"Well! am well worth man--worth
more than man--oh, certainly | am!
will give myself, then. will tell some
body or other, Go in my brothers. place,
and will be your wife. You see am
pretty--a little spoiled, but what matters
ihat9 | will love you so. if you will save
my brother! Oh, yes! swear by the
golden cross, in which is some Of my
mothers gray hair, | would willingly mar.
ry him who would devote himself to you.'"
AT evening, as they were seated at their
humble meal, without being able to touch
II, and looking tearfully at each other,
some one knocked at the door.
"Come in,' said the youn gman, hastily
drying his eyes.
An old sergeant made bis appearance,
saying" Health! Is the conscrip,, EtI.
gene Leven, here9"
"Yes, sergeant"
"There," said the soldier, throwing
letter on the table.
Eugene read slowly al first, but after.
wards devOured the paper. Il was his
discharge in due form. He looked at the
oid soldier with astonishment.
"That means that yonr place is taken.
conscript. It's pity, though; for your
mnsiaches would have sprouted with lit.
Ve gunpowder. But enough, you are hap
Py now--iarewell."
And he was going away.
Oh, the deyl!'' said he, as he return.
eu;" Christine Leven--is that your els.
"li Where is your sster2'
!. Here" said Eugene, pointing to Chris.
une, who was pale with emotion.
This is one for you, Miss" and he
'nrew second letter on the table but
suloPped short MS he saw Christine trom.
snng with agitation, crumping the letter
liable.
what is the matter, what is the mat
s's.said Eugene. "Selfsh being that
SAs never thought of il. Letme see who
ules to write 10 you2r
What does all this mean!r
TVh, read il aloud" said Christine, "il's Q
BIT tjusl!r
n'gene read aloud h
y, si''s-in'k no'hing--l 90 away with !.
w. ''"'"klng my terms- i take your bro. b