Litchfield enquirer., 1862-03-13


 1. ua ehali hear of the Spahis' March, &
 They heard the particulars of the storm and
 ,be surrender. they heard of the bravery of the
 troops, the talent and courage of their leaders they heard of Auguste, his present honors, and 1 his future fame, but they heard nothing of the Spahis' March.
 Perhaps the next town they take, Eulalie, I've shall hear Auguste has not had time to think about it, said the simple hearted musician,
 and he played it as solo in honor of his friend. While Auguste was conquerng, .Adolphe was is,ruggling His little room in the Quartier Lat in was as poor as ever The table, two chairs, tx mattress he slept on, the trombone he play ed on at Franconia's, were it's only furniture his beloved cornet apiston, and Eulalie's yellow rose it's only ornaments. This was the prose of life, with it's bare necessaries-that the poetry,
 with its music of 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 l Cirque Olympique, in the other the celebrated
 contrast of present and future, of poverty and glory. Happy Adolphe lie lived by faith and Eulalie! she looked at her rose bush, shook her | head and sti6ed a sigh, and made very good 1 copy of rose bud, with silk, muslin and wire, l and what was better, sold wreath of them very
 well the following day.
 The campaign ended, Augustes regiment re- | mained at Marsees, causing Adolphe to believe l and declare that he had returned to Paris he would have entered to the strains of the Spahs' ! March. Another campaign began and ended, | and Auguste returned with the title of colonel. 1 and without an arm. He entered Paris it was almost triumph. The regiment had been so distinguished in Algeria that it's return was a nuhIic aVant and tho vnunp oo1nnnl ua rora al by his friends as something hardly less than Bu- geaud himself Crowds assembled to witness the entrance and the novel appearance of the native Algerian troops combined with the knowl- edge of it's services, all made the scene singular ly striking and attractive. Adolphe and Eulalie stood on the same spot outside the barrier, where they had witnessed it's departure; and Auguste older, browner, more worn, more mi- tary-at once the worst, and the better for wear rode past them without recognition. The band of his regiment played something; Adolphe listened with ears and heart it was not the Spa his' March.
 When Auguste was made Colonel Adolphe 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 wa ges 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- gustes regiment. The musicians had tuned their instruments, and all were ready to begin when the !Spahi officers, in full uniform, entered their opera boxes. Adolphe looked up and re- cognized distinctly the handsome figure of hs ex-friend though his hair was so short, his mus taches so large and his face SO thin, to say noth ing of the loss of his arm. In honor of their presence, the house stood up, smiled, and waved handkerchiefs the orchestra played the regiment march, wild and spirited Moorish air, Adolphes cornet a-piston did ts part; but his eyes filled, and his heart sunk, for other Iotes l rang in his ears-the notes of his own Spahis' l March. The performance was over, and he re- | turned to his little room, his first faith shaken, but not destroyed.
 : It is thus Auguste has fulfilled his promises? | and, yet, when has he time to think of us You see Eulalie, he has been made so hurried how could he ? we must wait.'
 We must,' said Eulalie, and she said nothing l more s.
 They did wait, and wait patiently, till one sunny morning, when bright Paris was looking I it's brightest, marriage, first civil, then sacra- mental, a double tie, knotted doubly firm by | mayor and priest, with all the accomplishments l of h onssedu and settlements, cashmeres and dia- | monds, took place; and the parties were the most elegant and best lowered desmoiseNe de 1 n,ayier in Paris, the daughter of the Viscount ! de Bellevillo, and the distinguished young colo nel of Spain-Adguste Dumont. A boquet of beautiful yellow roses was. thrown into the | brides carriage as she left the church of the ! Madeleine, but it was not of that peculiar shade; band serenaded the new married pair at their l hotel, built did not play the Spahis' March At last Adolphe's eyes were opened, and he saw the truth. There could be no mistake Au- l guste had forgotten both his friends and prom ises. He lived in his splendid hotel in the Rue Riyoli, as the colonel Count Dumont; they in 1 their small house in the Quartier Latin, as the brother and sister Dupre. It is useless in con- 1 plaining of the injustice of either man or fortune Adolphe had never played his march to any one but Eulalie, though he fancied it might be a composers vanity) that the Chef q orchestra at the opera would approve it. But it had been promised, as it was dedicated to his early friend, and no one else seemed to have right to it.-l Eulalie felt the same towards her rose plant; the flowers she had plucked from it were always ad. mired, the buds she had made from it were al- ways sold. And-she might have sold the plant, no doubt but it was promised to Auguste.- They little knew how soon they would fulfill their promises
 F The present and future of the count and count 1 ess Dumont had to be identical, but their past had been every dissimilar; for whilst Auguste
 was making razzais and killing Babyles, Ernes- luo WdS SlLSiuS uuetS anu IlSteulug tO Delllul languishing strains at the opera with her cousin Henri Ernestine was beautiful, Henri devoted, | and life was dream of delight to both. But l unfortunately they remembered their dream l when they ought to have forgotten it i; as Au- guste found out to his loss, when nothing re- | mained to him but to challenge the too forum l ate beau cousin to twelve paces distance meet l ing the Bois de Boulogne. where his usual good luck deserted him, and instead of averaging his
 wounded honor, he was brought home with Hen ris ball in his breast dying, to his wife who 1 had the satisfaction to know that her husband was killed and lover escaped. In the prime of youth, health, glory, and pros- perity, the young colonel of Spahis was carried to the grave with full military honors. The pro- cession was very long one, and many people looked at it as though his widow shared no tear.
 At midnight from out the cemetery of Pare la Chaise, borne along oE the silent air, came the notes of music, long drawn, sweet subdued. A priest coming from administering the last rites ?. the church to dying man, paused, crossed
 ulmselt, then hastened on-there was something
 So strange and plaintive in the sound and tune !t nad sounded no triumph on the conquest of ! c,ty It had rung to no victorious entry it nau oreatned no gentle serenade but over the I
 grave or broken friendship, hopes. and nromises
 Adolphe played the Spahis' March | On tha
 following day, several persons walkino ;n tba cemetery saw at the head of newly mada gyrayo
 yellow rose plant of a peculiar shade. If thau connected this circumstance with the sounds
 heard the night before, they did right It was
 the record of promise faithfully made and faith.
 fully kept. I
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