Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1859-04-16

round towards the speaker of this singular dep.
utation, he said in rough voice, and in very
abrupt manner,
"Mr Judge, you are an ass"
The villagers started as if they had been
stung. After all the anxiety and trouble they
had undergone for the cause which they consid-
cred to be Just one, they had expected some
what more cordial reception.
"But, your excellency," the
amazed dignitary.
"IIod your tongue, say; you are an ass. !
know better in Burnheim there are no runa-
ways. And you, my son" he went on with his
iron features relcnting a little, and with that
same strange expression in his large bright
eyes, "you will show them tomorrow, on the
battle field, what Burnheim man can do will
you not ?"
The young man dropped down on his knees,
and was stammcring few broken words, which
the general did not hear, however, for when the
lad rose again with high flushed check and
sparkling eyes-a far different man-Blucher
had already left the room.
The worthy peasants, whose perceptive facul.
ties were by no means equal to their honesty,
began at last to get glimpse of the generals
real meaning. The country judge was the first
to throw his cap high into the air, and to give
three hearty cheers for Father Bluchcr; who,
with one single word, had cxtinguished what
they considered a stain from their beloved vii
lage comforted the broken heart of a mother,
and preserved a pair of arms for the defence of
the country-arms that could not fail to do
their duty now.
When they had given vent to their cnthusi-
asm after their hearts content, and taken leave
of the young man, who was carried away by an
ad-de-camp of the generals staff, they made
tb,,,.
place, and to return again to the village. They
had, however, scarcely reached the yard, when
they were overtaken by the same mddle-aged
officer who had announced them to the COM
mander-in-chici. and asked them what in Heav-
ems name they were going to do now.
"Why, going back again, to be sure. To
Burnheim, you know elucdated the school
master.
And did they think that his excellency would
allow anybody to leave headquarters without
having had a dinner first? lie had already
given orders to that effect, and they had but to
follow this non-commissioned officer here, who
would show them the way
They needed not to be told twice, we may be
sure; and when they were shown into kitch-
en-room, where dinner was served up for them
with bottle Of wine standing before each COW
er, they felt very grateful to his excellency and
very proud at the same time because Of the
honor shown to the representatives of their
village. But when each of them found a dou-
BILE Frederick's dor under his plate, their en-
thusiasm burst out afrcsh, and many were the
hcalths drunk to the welfare of Old Father
Blucher.
When they had all eaten and drunk their fill
and were about to take their leave, they fell in
once more with their friend the middle-aged Of
hcer, who gave them some advice concerning
the best way of reaching their village without
running any danger; for, as he said, the COM
ing day would be an eventful one. He accom-
panied them through the yard to the gateway,
where he babe them farewell, pointing, as he
left, 10 one or the hussars who was mounting
guard on horseback before the gate.
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the commander-n-chef How proud he look
ed, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes He
dared not address thm, for he was on duty +;
but he looked at them, as much as to say =
'Wait, and you shall se tomorrow
Nor was he faithless to the vow. On the
evening Of the following day. the memorable
Goth of August, when the bloody victory at the
katzbach was gained and the field marshal
rode through the thiined ranks of his men,
who greeted him with enthusiastic cheers he
was addressed by the commanding officer of
thc -lSt liusSars; wht reported, how greatly
the private, Charles Fiber, had distinguished
himself above all the nest, having taken stan
dard from the enemy and made prisoner with
his own hands, the commander of the French
regiment.
The teld-marshal stopped his horse, and tax
ing the iron cross from his own uniform, and
nthxing 1t, with his own hands, to the breast
OF the young man, sad, with cheerful voice,
and with that same strange expression in his
large, bright eyes: "Well done, my son!
knew was right; in Burnheim there are no
runawaysr -