Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1851-07-05

| CeSSdTles-tudt tHe poetIS, WIN lts HuSiC
and perfume; the one gave the knowledge
of his true position, the actual fact of what
he was the other was his dream--his air
castle, the vision of what he would be. In
the one he was the poor trombone-player
of the Cirque Olympiquc, in the other the
celebrated composer of 'The Spahis March,
1t was the contrast of present and future,
of poverty and glory. Happy Adolphe !!
he lived by faith !; and Eulalie she look
ed at her rose-busb, shook her head, stided
a sigh, and made a very good copy of
yellow rosebud, with silk, muslin, and
wire, and what was better, sold wreath
Of them very well the following day. ...
The campaign ended, Auguste'S regi
ment remained at Marseiles, causing Adolf
phe to believe and declare that had he re-
turned to Paris, he would have entered TO
the strains of the Spahis' March. Another
campaign began and ended, and Auguste
returned with the title of colonel, and
without an arm. He entered Paris it
was almost triumph. The regiment had
been SO distinguished in Algeria that its re-
turn was public event, and the young
colonel was regarded by his friends as
something hardly less than Bugeaud him
self. Crowds assembled to witness the en-
trance aud the novel appearance of the
native Algerian troops combined with the
knowledge of its services, all made the
scene sngularly striking and Attractive
Adolphe and Eulale stood on the same
spot, outside the Barrier, where they had
witnessed its departure and Auguste, old
er, browner, more worn, more military
at once the worse, and the better for wear
rode past them without recognition
The band of his regiment played some
thing; Adolphe listened with ears and
heart-it was not the Spahis' March. s..
When Auguste was made colonel, Adolf
phe had been promoted from the Circus
orchestra to that of the Italian opera,
where his cornet-a-piston had given him
higher rank and better wages than his
trombone had done and he was seated in
his usual place in the orchestra the night
OF the grand performance in honor of Au
guSte's regiment. The musicians had
turned their instruments, and all were ready
TO begin when the Spahi officers in full
uniform entered their opera boxes. Adolf
phe looked up and recognized distinctly
the handsome figure of his ex friend, though
his hair was so short, his muSacheS SO
large, and his face SO thin, to say nothing
Of the loss Of his arm. In honor of their
presence, the house stood up, smiled, and
waved dkerchieiS-whilSt the orches-
ira played the regiment march, a wild and
spirited Moorish air. Adolphe's cornet-a-
piston did its part but his eyes filled, and
his heart sank, for other notes rang in his
ears-the notes OF his own Spahs' March.
The performance was over, and he return
ed to his little room his first faith shaken,
but not destroyed.
at is thus AuguSte has fulfilled his pro-
: misses and yet, when he has time TO think
Of US You see, Eulaie, he has been so
hurried, how could he ? we must wait"
: awe must" said Eulaie, and she said
nothing more.
s They did wait, and wait patiently, till
one sunny morning, when bright Paris was
looking lis brightest, marriage, first civil,
= then sacramental, a double tie, knotted
7 doubly firm by mayor and priest, with all
D the accompaniments Of trOuSSeGU and set
!, Elements, cashmeres and diamonds, took
y ! pIdCt duu Tue pdiliNS "Clt tut illNot VIC
: giant and best dowred demOiSeHe marie'
2 in Paris, the daughter of the Viscount dc
: Bellevlle, and the distinguished young
t colonel of Spahis-Auguste Dumont. A
d bouquet of beautiful yellow roses wa!
:, thrown into the BRIDES carriage as she lef
d the church of the Madeleine, but it wa'
e not OF that peculiar shade; band serena
It ded the new married pair at their hotel
+ but it did not play the Spahis' March. A
z last Adolphe's eyes were opened, and hi
d saw the truth. There could be no mis-
IT take; Auguste had forgotten both hi
o friends and promises. He lived in hi
is splendid hotel in the Rue Rivoli, as tn
J. colonel Count Dumont; they in thei
'r small house in the Quarter Latin, as tn
; brother and sister Duprc. 1t is useleS
r complaining OF the injustice of either maj
'r or fortune. Adolphe had never playe
a his march to any one but Euialie, thong
i he iancIed lit might be composers vani
G. ty) that the Chef d Orchestra at the oper
n, would approve it, But it had been prom
ised, as it was dedicated to his early irient
X and no one else seemed TO have any rigl
it to it, Eulale felt the same towards be
s. rose plant the flowers she had plucke
I'd from it We're always admired, the buds sh
had made from it always sold. And sh
n might have sold the plant, no doubt b,
I'd it was promised to Auguste. They It'll
:" knew how soon they would fulfil the
d ; promises.
NJ The present and future of the count an
nd countess Dumont had to be identical, bu
RI their past had been very dissmllar t'
whilst Auguste was making razzias al
py killing Kabyles, Ernes;ine was singir
is Duets and listening 10 Bellini's languishir
strains at the opera with her cousin Hem
rm Ernestine was beautiful, Henri devote
ra- and life was dream Of delight TO BOTH
ge But unfortunately they remembered the
tie, dream when they ought to have forgott'
out it, as Auguste found out to his loss, witt
ch. nothing remained TO him but to challen,
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