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AS the officer did not seem disposed to
comply with her request, she inquired:
Who is your General %
General Scheremetief.' was the reply.
Il wish, then. to speak TO the General.
In few moments, as the Cossack officer
was inquiring where the General could be
found, an old woman, pcrceiving her, ut
tered cry ofdcspair.
20, my dear child, you will see your
protector no more! He diei on the battle
field by Russian bullet. while in the act
of linding up the wounds of poor sol.
dier. He is dead-my poor master p
This old lady was the servant of Skovron-
ski.
Catharine turned pale at this and intclli-
gence. and inquired
Have you, then, left him there without
help .
The officer babe her follow him, and
he soon introduced her into the Generals
tent. She threw herself at Scheremetief's
feet, and with her uplifted hands exclaim-
ed:
"A grace, General for PHYS sake, a
grace =
What does the child want?' inquired the
General of the officer.
'She wishes to speak to YOU
1T is true,' replied Catharine. Il have
learned that my father and protector is
among the dead. The favor L ask is, to
be allowed to seek for his body that it may
be properly buried.
The tone other voice was opeculiar, and
her countenance so commanding, yetso in
genuous, that the General was moved at
the sight of her youth and courage, and
said 4:
The camp is situated outside the walls;
if L grant your request, what guarantees
shall have that you will not try to es-
cape"
My word ? replied Catharinc, innocent
tly.
Go then,' said the General but re.
member your promise to return, for you
belong to me-
On leaving the tent she soon met the
pastors old servant. Come said she,
taking her hand, show me the place where
you saw him fall.
The night was dark, and it was with
difficulty that they could see their way
They soon came upon field covered with
the bodies of the slain, while the cries that
arose told that many were still alive. 1t
was indeed scene of fhorror. Itwas dark,
and how could she distinguish her bene-
factor? Soon soldier appeared with a
lantern, which he kindly offered her, but
advised her to discontinue her search until
morning. This she at once declined.
But said the brave soldier, you were
not formed to bea slave, though General
may be your master. You are now bey-
ond the camp; no person can see you.-
Fly! If you want money, here it is
Ely when l have given my word not
to do SO 2
The word of girl without name, with
out birth, is of little consequence. 1 con-
jure you to fly
Catharine remained unmoved, and re-
solved to fulfil her promise. The search
for the pastor was continued, and in few
moments he was found, nearly senseless
and quite speechless. After several at
tempts, he family whispered, where am
I?'
with your frien ls,' replied Catharine
with your little Catharine.'
A little cordial being administered, he
revived, and was soon carried home on a
litter. His wounds were dressed, and all
possible assistance rendered him. Catha-
rine was overoyed to see her dearest friend
SO comfortable. But the old man had
learned that his dear child was prisoner
and this grieved him much.
1T is all right said Catharine If I
had not been taken a prisoner, l should not
have been carried before the General, and
would have missed seeing your servant,
who told me of your death; and had I not
seen her, [ should never have thought Of
seeking for you on the battle-feld.'
Now said Catharine, my dear bene-
factor, bless me, your poor child, for I
must leave YOU
60, my dear child, co. said the old
man, in solemn voice, do your duty and
God will bless YOU
Catharine kissed the lips of the old man
and exclaimed, 'Adieu, my father! adieu!'
and left the house.
AS she entered the tent of the General,
she met the young soldier who had present.
ed her the lantern on the battlefield, and
who now kindly presented her to the Gen
eral.
+ What! have you returned?' sal the
General, on seeing her. i feared that |
should not see you again.
4 gave you my word, was the brief re-
ply.
What shall I do with her?' inquired the
General, addressing himself to the sold
ier.
Make her my wife-the wife of sold
Ter! She is born for it! Well, what say
you, my child?' added he, turning to Cath
arine, who seemed quite bewildered.
Isay, replied she, hesitating, my choice
is not difficult; l wonld rather be the wife
of soldier than the slave of General
Bravo, Catharine! from this moment
you belong to me!'
The soldier arose, and beckoning to Cath
arine to follow him, he LETT the tent. do
you know who am, Catharine?' said he,
as they walked together away.
mo; but you said that you wished to be
my husband
True; but do you know my rank in the
army?'