The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1848-05-06
Arnold the Traitor.

There was a day Wheh IaiIev ranu
arrived in Havre, hot foot from Paris.
1t wasthe darkest hour Of the French
Revolulian. Pursued by the blood
hound, Of the Reign Of, Terror. stripped
Of every wreck. Of property or power.
TallcyrandIsecured passage to Amer.
ica in u ship abou: to sail. He was go.
ing beggar and wanderer TO a
strange land, 10 earn his bread by daily
labor.sa5 sa a,,a
sssls there an American staying at
vour no use" he asked the landlord oi
his hotel; III am bound 10 cross the wa
ter. and should luke !ette: to some
person Of influence in the New World'
The landlord hesilated Il moment;
and then replied: agt. asalr ..
:, "There is a gentleman up stairs. eEh.
er from America or Britain; but whe,h'
er an American or Ensishman can,
not telt.p : - ii n ~ O. III
He pointed the way, and Talleyrand
who in his life was Bishop, Prince,
and Prime Minister ascended the
stairs. A miserable suppliant. he stood
before the strangers door, knocked and
entered. ,iF sa..,st.. ... ......... 81.
In the far corner of dimly lighted
room, sat a gentleman of some fifty
wears, his arms folded and his head
powed on his breast. From Il windn "
opposite food of light poured over
his forehead, His eyes were looking
from beneath the downcast brows, gnz-
ing in Taley,and's face with a peculiar
and searching expression. His lace
was striking in its outline; the mouth
and chin indicative Of an iron will. 4
His form, vigorous even with the
SHOWS OF fifty winters, was clad in a
dark but rich and distinguished cos
e,Talleyrand advanced slated, llIat he
was a fugitlve--undar the impression
that the gentleman before him was an
American, he solicited his kind feeling
Offices. .'i
He poured forth his story in eloquent
French and broken English:
sssl am a wanderer--an exile! an
iprced to Av 10 the New World. with
out a friend or a hope. You are an
American? Give me then, heseech
you, a leuer OF yours, So that may be
able to earn my bread. am willing
totoil in any manner-the scenes OF
Paris have filed me with such horror,
that a life of labor would be Paradise
to n 'career of luxury in France. You
will give me letter TO one Of your
frisnds9 A gentleman like you has
doubtless many friends" ;" ,.
The strange genllemln arose. With
a look that Tallevrand never forget.he
retreated towards the douro Of the next
chamber, his head still downcast. his
ewes still. docking from beneath his
darkened brow. He spoke as he re-
treated backward; his voice was full OF
meaning: 7,mos vg~ @.a."f -n.sf
81 am the only man born in the New
World that can raise his hand to God
and sayTI hprs mol one Friend MOI
one--in all .America." r4.El- s-.sa ..l
ssTalieyrand never forgot the over.
whelming sadness Of that look which
accompanied these words.
saslWho are your he cried, rs the
Strange man relrealed towards the next
room. N Your name ?'.ra
yI"Nly name"-- with smile that had
more mockcry Than, Joy in is convul
sWeexpression--'My name is Benedict
Arnotd.oey asa caaa1 ai o.-staa .Hr a,if.
,,He.was gone. TalIeyrand sunk in a
chair, ,gasping The words .s. .is
.s's.Arnoli the Iraitorp' t.f.''
Vq'hus We see he wandered over the
earth, another Cain with murderer's
nomk1upon his brow. Even in the Sc.
clisded. room ut the inn at Havrc, his
crime found him. out, and forced him to
tslt his riame--that name the synonynae
ofidatny.. ,5ia .ii ~ "- Vi a.,,.,@ -
The last twenty years Of his life are
covered with cloud from whose dark
ness but Il lew CLEANS. Of light fash ou,
uponathe page of history. raaa 10
AThe manner of his death is not dis
tihctly known. But we cannot doub
that he died utterl Y frie ndless-his coIt
browwas not moistened by one fare
weifteaf--that tremorsel pursued him L
thesgrave. whispering John ANDRE! il
bissears, md that, The memory Of hi
course Of glory gnawed like acanker a
his henri. .,murmuring forever, "True II
your country, what might you hav,
been. 0 Arnold ihe Trailol!'i