The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-01-16
A True Story.

The following remarkable story has all the inter
est of yet it is true and the parties are
still living:
1t was in the memorable 1914, when the allied
armies were concentrated about Paris.
A young lieutenant of Dragons was engaged
with three or four Hungarians, who after having
received several smart strokes from his sabre. man
aged to send ball into his shoulder to pierce his
chest with a thrust from lance, and to leave him
for dead on the bank Of the river.
On the opposite side of the stream,) boatman
and his daughter had been watching this unequal
fight with tears of desperation. But what could an
old unarmed man do, or pretty child of sixteen I?
However, the old soder--for such the boatman
was-had no sooner the officer fall from his
horse than he and his daughter rowed most vigo-
rously for the other side.
Then, when they had deposited the wounded
man in their boat, these worthy people crossed the
river again, but with faint hopes oil reaching the
military hospital in time.
" You have been hardly treated, my boy" said
the old guardsman to him but here am l. who
have gone further still and come home"
The silence and the fixed attitude of Lieutenant
S-- showed the extreme agony of his pains,
and the hardy b1atman soon discovered that the
blood which was gathering about the wound on his
left side would shortly terminate his existence
He turned to his youthful daughter.
Mary" he said, 'you have heard me tell of
my brother; he died of just such another wound as
body by to suck the hurt his life would have been
saved"
The boatman then landed, and went to look for
two or three soldiers to he p him to carry the off
Ger, leaving his daughter in charge of him. The
glrl looked at the sufferer for second or two
w hat was her emotion when she heard him sigh
so deepy-not that he was resigning life in the
first flower OF his age but that he shorld die with
out mothers kiss
My mother. my dear mother!" said he, az
die without
Her woman's heart told her what he would have
said. Her bosom heaved with sympathy, and her
eyes ran over.
Then she remembered what her father had said :;
she thought how her unces life might have been
saved. In anstant, quicker than thought, she tore
open the officers coat, and the generous girl
recalled him to life with her lips.
Amid this holy occupation the sound Of footsteps
was heard, and the blushing heroine fled to the
other end of the boat. Judge of her fathers sur
PRISE, as he came up with two soldiers, when he
saw Lieutenant s., whom he expected to
lind dead, open his eyes and ask for his deverer
The boatman looked at his child and saw it all.
The poor girl came to him with her head bent
down. She was about to excuse herself, when the
father, embracing her with enthusiasm, raised her
sprlts and the officer thanked ler in these piv-
phe'c words:
You have saved my ife-it belongs to you.'
After this she tended him and became his nurse
Nothing would he take but from her hand. No
wonder that with such nurse he at length recov-
cred Mary was pretty she good.
Meanwhile master Cupid, who is very busy in
such cases, gave him another wound, and there was
only one way to cure it, so very deep it was.
That mans daughter became Madame s..
Her husband is now-not simple lieutenant
but lieutenant general aud the boatmans daugh-
ter is as elegant and graceful lady as any that
you see at court.