The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1847-10-21


full in his face. This antagonist WIS .
man d: tried courage. lie coo'ly wiped The
saliva from his check. You may spit up
ON me, but ! never cnn pollutc my SWORD
by kiIIing--AIxoLD TuE TRAITOR
lie left London. He engaged in com
mcrce. His ships were on the occan--his
warehouses in Nova Sco,ia--hs p'anta
tions in the West Indies. One night his
warehouse was burned TO ashes. The en-,
tire population of 81. Juhns--accnsing the
owner Of acting tho part Of incendiary Il
his own property. in order to dclrnud the
insurance companes--asscmblcd ~ that
British town; in sigh, Ut his yer, windows
they hung an c.lig,, inscribed wita these
words, "ARSoLD THE TRAITOR"
When the island Of Guadalonpc was re-
taken By the French, he was among the
prisoners. lie was put on boarda French
prson-ship in the harhur. Ills money
thousands of yellow guincas, accumulated
through tho course Of years, was about his
person. Afraid Of his own name, he called
himself John Anderson, the name once as
sumed by John Andre. He deemed him
self unknown, but the sentinel approach
ing him whispered that he was known and
in great danger. lie assisted him 10 cs-
cape, even aided him to enclose his treas
ure in mn empty cask, but as the prisoner
was gliding down the sides Of the ship,
pushed his raft toward the shore, TINT SEN
tncl looked after him, and in broken Eng
lish MISUNDERSTANDING TmE TRAITOR!
There wins dav when Tailcyrand mr.
rived in Ilavrc. no, Too, from Paris. i,
was in the darkest hour 81 the French
Revolution. Pursued by the bloodhounds
Of the Reign of Terror, stripped u every
wreck 81 property or power, Talcrrand Sc
cured a passage to Amcricn, in ship about
10 sni. lie was going boggar aud n
wandcrcr TO n strange land, TO earn his
bread bv daily labor.
is there any American STAYING at Your
houser he nsked the landlord Of his hotel
81 nm abont IL cross the winter. and would
like letter Ia some person OF influence in
the New World'
The landlord hcsiin,cd (or moment.
and then replied:
'There is n gentleman mp stairs, either
from America or Britain, hut whether m
American nr Englishman | cannot tell
lie pointed the way. aud Tallcyrana--
who in his life was Bshap, Prince, Prime
Minsier--nsccndch the stairs. A miscr-
able supp!ant he stood before the stran
gers door. knocked and entered.
In the far corner of din'ls lighted ronm,
sat n gentleman 81 somc fifty wears, his
arms folded and his head howed on his
breast From n window directly opposite
flood Of light poured over his forehead.
HIS eyes looking from beneath The down
cast hrows. gaze,l in Tale, rand's face with
peculiar aud searching expression. Ills
face was striking in its outline; the mouth
md chin indicative ct IN iron will.
His form, vigorous even with the SHOWS
of fiiiy winters, clnd in dark but rich aud
distinguished costume.
TslIcyrand aivnncel--s,nted that he
wns n fugi,ivc--;.nd under The impression
that tho gentleman before him was an "A
mcrican, he solicited his kind offices.
lie poured forth his story ia eloquent
French and broken English:
Il am n wandercr--an exile. ] am Ter
ccd 10 tly 10 the New World, without u
friend or hope You nrc un American
Give me, then bcscech you, letter Of in
PRODUCTION 10 some friend If YOURS 80 TINT
ma? be able 10 earn my bread. nm viii
ling to toll in any manner--ihe scenes OF
Paris have filed INC with such harror that a
life Of labor would be Il Paradise 10 carccr
OF luxury in France. You will give me n
letter to one of your friends? A gentle.
man like you has doubtless man, friends.
Tie strange gentleman rose. With n
look that TaIleyrnnd never forgot, he re-
treated toward tho door Of the next cham
her, his head still downcnst. his eyes still
linking from bcncnth his darkrncd brow.
lie spoke as he rcireaicd bhckward-h,s
voice WINS full of meaning.
II am the only man horn in the Neu
World that can raise his hand 10 God ana
say-.I HAVE NoT ONE FRIEND--NoT oHE--
MAIL AMERICA
Tnllc,rnnd never forgot the oyerwhelm
ing sadness Of that look which accompanied
these words.
who nre yonr he cried, MS the strange
INN retrcated towards tho next roc,n.--
Your nnmc?'
| NV mime with smile that had moro
Of mockcrv than joy in it, convulsive cx
preston name II Benedict Arnold.
lie was gone. Tale, rand sank into
chair, gasping the words
| sARNoLD THE TRAITOR!
Thus YOU see he wandered over tn
enrth, another Cain, with the murderer
mark upon his brow. Even in the scciu
ded room of ihnt inn nj Havre, his crime
found him out, md forced him tn tell hi
nnmc--ihat name tho s. onymc Of infamy
| Tho last twenty venrs III his lie are GOV