Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1853-07-21


The picturesque language of the Arabs.
were now clearly heard. and then the
rapid footsteps of a man coming down
the gorge. Neville bent forward, and
saw in the dim light, ore in a white bur
moose, STOPPING low and ye, running. -
He was no. yet twenty yards in 'front.'
In second more he was close 10 the
sentry, who put forward his gun and
tripped him up. At the same momen, a
whole gang of Arabs appeared.
'Frer said Neville, and the sharp
swong of thirty muske,s filled the air.
A wild cry burst from the Arabs, and
,hen--one and all--they retreaIed, to
commence, however, from points well
concealed,a continued fire on the French.
Neville saw az once that he might have
the whole nibe on him.
Secure the prisoner, and double quick
STEP said he. ......
No prisoner said voice in French,
bu! Frenchmsn, mirsculously restored
10 those of his own race
Forward, then, with u.s. cried Neville,
we have no time to lose.
There is no hurry. Ny pursuers
are not twenty. and they can get no es-
cort before half an hour. | shall lose
no time; aid do not think of mel am
a French soldier-aGd duty before eve.
rything.' ......
Pauline pressed me. mute aud listen
ing.
March, said Neville. And now,
mon brave, how happens Is that you are
thrown among US like a bomb.shell!-
w hat IS your name!
Captain Isodore Cholean,' replied the
other proudly. 'cheyalier OF the legion of
honor
My father" shrieked Pauline. wildly.
'Merelful Heaven, have my efforts been
reward ed!'
My God!' said Neville, pressing his
hand. 'shls is the hapPless day OF my
liie.'
Am mad. dreaming, or have | fallen
amid dreams! gasped the other. gently
pushing back the cGntiniere.
Monsieur said Neville, listen to ne.
Take your daughters arm-foE her faith.
er you must be--and hear my wonder.
fnl story
And the brave lieutenant told it. The
Others listened wildly, and then, unable
to speak, pressed both their hands,
They were now in sight of she camp,
and they found It in great commolion.-
Every man was on foot, and horseman
dashed up to ask if all were right. In
ten minutes more, the officer, his prison.
e.. and Pauline entered the Colonel's
tent, where all the officers were collect
ed.
Neville began his report with a SOL
dier,like breviy. Returned all safe,
with pauline's father. ..
In the nams of God, Neville said
the Colonel, mind what you are say
ing
All started, however. at the grim look
ing Arab prisoner.
Colonel began he. 'ihe lieutenant
speaks correctly. am Captain Cho.
lean. father Of this heroic girl''
Neville was told to give in his report;
sensries were posted around the camp;
and then ,he Coloners tent was closed
and all sat down TO a supper. of which
The two heroes of the narrative were in
s!ted TO partake. All were in fever of
TO hear the Others story.
II was brief. Left for dead on the
ield. found by marauding party. and
regarded from his uniform and cross as
! prize, he was carried off, and being
unable TO ransom himself, was made a
slave. Confined strictly in his master
stronghold, he never had an opportunity
o escape until that night. when rumor
old him of the arrival of The French. -
lie determined then to escape at any
cost. and simply, at favorable moment,
ook to his heels. He now offered to
show pathway by which the French
night surprise the stronghold, without
he terrible slaughter that must take
place in the gorge
The Colonel accepted. and the Arabs,
aiken unawares by a superior force. sub.
nl.,ed without struggle. The Colo
lel made his report. with a full. account,
,f Neyille's adventure. The regiment,
returned to 3ildah. where some months
ater, Cholean received an order for all
MS arrears of pay, with the rank of Col
onei, while Neville was decorated and
made Captain. A month later Pauline
the hand of the excellent Young
ofiicer-and. here we are Monsieur, the
happiest family in the world; and Go
DOT think you will find in fiction a more
story than that of your friend,
the lace maker of Cornell
Il never heard of more filial devo.
'ion.' said /, really struck with amaze
ment Madam, can only say that
there is no man living who ough, no, TO
be proud to call you child
Madam smiled and blushed.
But, Monsieur said she, after some.
further conversation. 'what have you
been doing since the days of the staole,'
oh! Madam. at my old work; | have
been telling stories evel since.' said !,
demuisly.
Nor VERY BAD.-The editor of the
Eric Observer, a newly married man.
said this the other day Of his town co.