The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1863-11-24

so up TIE grand staircase.
Hes lying said the jew "my
great .ir. hnrn his tors of do burn
his toes oii.
was Just going 70 interfere. and
had indeed spoken 70 krautzer apart,
much to his Indignation, when an old
soldier came Up, apd, striking tbe jew
with lie buu end q his muskci, told
him. with an oath, no, 10 iIl-treat the
Russian.
We owe them a turn lie said
ard we'll singe them with our can
non but once prisoners, brave men
I should be m rciluL Now. then, old
Mu.coyite, run for your life, and no
Jew or sdraa. shall hurt you while
I I've a cartridge left. I've got an old
father home, in Auyergne just your
aee. Go, mon eIyd't,
The old Russian did no, probably
understand a word the old monstaehe
said to him but he saw that kraulz-
er and the jew we're restrained by
some one or other, and he saw the
wood to which the grenadier pointed.
That was enough. ln moment, he
blundered through the fire, and ran
On as hard as his old legs coull carry
I HIM and as returned 10 tie hospli-
al, hearing the sodidis' laughter, !
locked back, aud saw the jew, nose
on ground, stealing like bloodhound
on the track OF the old Russian.
But | thought no more of it. Hard
wolk drove all other thoughts out of
my mind, and had my large family
my twenty ihonsand men-io look
after.
At sunrise on the lih Of Septem-
ber, the vanguard reached a hill call.
cd the Mount OF Salvation, and where
the pilgrims kneel and pray before en-
tering the holy city.
Moscow Moscow p cried hun
dred thousand voices.
Tile steeples aid gilt domes shone
in the sun the huge triangular Krem-
lin-half palace, half citadel--rose
above the trees.
As stood among the crowd, heard
TWO harsh voices at my elbow. One
said
Where--whcre is IL"
The other replied:
THAT is The Rostopclin Palace,
there among The trees, 70 the lett OF
the Kremlin, by the Kolbmna Gate.
All will soon be ours now"
| looked round: il was Krautzer
and that carrcn-crow of jew. They
was evidently thinking Of the Rostop-
chin jewels
Monsieur Krautzrr," ! said "baye
you not heard that Marshal Morlcr
has forbidden all pillagc Z"
:" | suppose wc may take keepsakcs,"
he replied. But to what do ou re-
fer n
81 was only thinking" | replied,
quietly "of the malachjte cabinet ii.
the Rostopchin Palace"
a peasants lie," said Krauizrr
pale with anger and confusion. as lie
spurred on his horse and joined the
vanguard.
That man had but one thought now.
The beast of a jew ran by his stirrup.
How Or where he had picked up this
man, or what common interest brought
them together, ! never could learn.
Presently the news came that Ihe
two hundred and fifty thousand inhab-
itanl> OF Moscow had lett lle city
1t was ours. No one was left in Mos
COW but beggars and thieves, and we
entered the city ,on after noon.
Willie others sought The kremlin
or The hazaars, the churches or the
cafes, employed myself in selecting
a fit place for the wounded TO winter
in. When ! had made my arrange
ments, under the guidance Of Cos
sack officer, prisoner, stopped at a
great gateway, next door to our tIew
quarters, aud asked to what place
that led.
"1'hat is the Rostopchin Palace,
Frenchman," said the prisoner, and
contaitfs furniture worth half a mill
ion Of rubics, all left for your Corsi-
cans plunderers."
We are no thieves" said :" Mar
shall Mortier, the new governor Of
Moscow, is ordered, on pain Of death,
10 prevent all pillase,"
Ha Z says he, look there they
have begun already"
looked up 10 where he pointed;
there were two men tearing down
some shutters, and thrusling their
heads out Of window on the third
story. | looked again--it was kraut-
ger and that accursed jew. They
were evidently in full cry after those
celebrated Rosiopchin diamonds.
"Take charge of this officer" said
to the picket Of grenadiers that accom-
panied me, and volt below. / have
some business here
Another of Marshal Mortier's
robbers" multered The Cossak; but
did not deign reply.
leaped through the shattered door
and in moment was up the stair
case.
That moment gun was discharg-
ed. and a bullet shyered the balus-
trade that my hand rested upon.
drew my sword, aud ran into room
on the third story, where the door was
open.