Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1851-11-19

neat apartment, plainly furnished, and
almost entirely hung with Partisan litho
graphs, representing our principal deeds Of
arms.
at appears" said the stranger, in the
French language, that my kind star has
led me among fellow-ccuntrymen."
"Monsieur is Frenchman, doubtless"
said the old woman.
eyes, madame, and good Frenchman,
too. I have even relatives in this apart.
ment."
"My son is in the garden; will g
and call him he will be very glad to see
you"
els your son Frenchman also7"
eyes, sir"
This reply was uttered with some hest.
tation; she then added with more conf.
dence-
"He has dwelt long while in this
country, and, God be praised he does no,
repentit This farm belongs to him. We
live comfortably and respectfully, and have
no cause to complain of our fortune"
At this moment the master of the house
entered the apartment
"This gentleman" said the mother,
" has done US the honor to repose, for a
while, beneath our roof, until the storm
has passed over; he is fellow-countryman,
he is Frenchman."
The proprietor Of the farm made mil
itary salutation, and stammered out few
words of civility. The face of the stran-
ger produced a similar impression upon
him, and he was so agitated that he could
not reply to his questions. At last be
venturcd, with difficulty, to address him.
"Monsieur," he said, "you will find
my request indiscreet perhaps, but am
c5nstraincd to inquire your name. Excuse
me-your face -"
"My friend" replied the hunter, "this
is the only question 1 can not answer. 1t
would be easy for me to deceive you, by
giving you name, but l prefer to be 81
lent a man who bears my name knows
not how to lie. Now that have refused
to tell you my name, l dare no: venture to
demand yours"
The master of the house did not reply.
"It seems that you, also, wish to keep
your name secret" added the hunter.
"Yes, sir; that which I bear in this
country is not my true name why should
you de.;ra to be made acquainted with it
I am known here by the name OF Claude
Gerald"
sat least" said the mother, "this
gentleman must not imagine that my son
need blush for the name be bore in France.
There are reasons which -"
alt is the same with me" said the hun
ter, al tell my name only to those who
deserve to hear it, and from this moment
think you worthy of the favor I am
Achlle Mura;; l am the son of the King
Of Naples"
Claude Gerald and his mother both fell
with their faces to the earth, as if stricken
down by the weight Of so great name.
The Prince, at that time citizen of the
United States, seeing them weep, could
not comprehend this excess of emotion,
which they seemed unable to control. No
sooner had Claude overcome bis agitation,
than he pointed to the portrait Of the King
of Naples, which hung against the wall,
inclosed by branches Of green laurels, and
he said to the son "There is your glori-
Gus father! He is the master and saint of
this dwelling; it is to him I owe all. One
day, when l was in danger Of death, your
father saved my life.''
upon the field Of houor?" said Achille
Murat.
"No, upon the field of dishonor. had
forgotten myself; my brain was on fire; l
deserved death. They conducted me to
the port of Leghcrn, with two Of my CON-
rades, who were as culpable as / was they
fred at US; we fell. 1t was Murat who
had arranged it all. By his assistance l
came to America. My two comrades died
two years ago in New York. l still live,
and this life l owe to your noble father.
I have labored, and / am now in eomforta-
Die circumstances. My mother, to whom
d certificate Of my death had been sent,
received some years later letter from her
living son, inviting her to come to Ameri-
ca. My poor mother, after having weps so
much tor ny loss, nearly died with joy on
seeing me again. And now, if the sou of
my royal benefactor needs my arm, my
wealth, my life, all are his"
81 recognize him in your narrative
my generous father" said Achille Murat,
With tears in his eyes.
"He has pardoaed many others besides"
said Gerald.
"He found none to pardon him" re-