The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1870-11-11

Look mt the Hero Of Algeria.-rhe 0mAi-
present General En- Route-An Old Com.
rade RecOxnized--Jules Cesar, tho Soldier
Story Of u Cigar-Early Gallantry-FonS
of His Whit.
| RouRN Oct 10, 1870.
| When General Bourbaki (who Is certainly ,e 6yar
des braves OF the present war; went through here OF
| his way to Tours the other day was fortunat,
enough to have glimpse OF him. former com
rade OF hs-.ancten anuttasren--of this place, who
has become too eDfeeDled by asthma TO do anything
but wheeze out maledictions on the Prussians mad
private information OF his coming through friend
Of his ION the line" NJ L'Ancien Militaire is
a great ally OF mine; he asked me If
would walk with him down to the
station to nave sight OF the hero or
course / was only too glad to behold this
man who follows a mysterious messenger
through the Prussian besiegers from the midst of
Metz, and who, In the course Of one fortnight Ii
BazaIne's lieutenant, the Empress confdante and
the commander OF the troops In the north. was,
therefore, ready for my dncien 7atlitaae IN a mo-
ment and we walked down TO the station as quickly
my companions shortness OF breath aud the
SLE JOLT TuRCon
We had not been long at The station when the
train came in, and my companion almost lmmedl.
ately exclaimed, ''rhere he 1917 and with an agility
he had never shown me before, rushed forward to
L have found you, you see.
There was tine famous mana grim-visaged fellow,
ratner-with bright, deep set eyes and face that
looked old for his years (he is nrty-four belicyel
He glanced at my ancient one, as not recognizing
the litte, eager painting creature, VINO stood sau-
ing him 50 vehemently on the platform
lyon have not forgotten me- ] trust, mon
generals Have you not another cigar 10 give nue. to
hOld2D
At this Bourbakl smiled suddenly and exclaimed
"Why it s my old comrade Jules Cesar! No nv
friend must keep all the cigars can get now lest
m q o.4fg,
hardly time for word more, but they shook hands
and Bourbaki was whirej of again
HIS soldiers made the song OK lie Joli Turco,,
about him, you know; but his appearance scarcely
justides that name.
BoURBAKI's CIGAR.
L'Ancien Militaire was much excited at the
glimpse OF his great friend, ana | had some DIM
Guilty in getting him 10 leave on gesticuatng on the
platform and exclaiming that there went the .salut
de la France,n and 10 come away like rational
being. Of course he ~ not exactly rational beng
few French lhitalres are, yoq know.)
AS we walked home asked him what he meant
by asking the General II he hal a cigar 20 leave
h,mg 1t appeared that this was Renaissance OF
the days when they were young together. They
had been comrades at college, where BourbakI had
been assez mdurdts suJet,n but as bold a lion
one day there was great fire in the neighborhood
ana Jules Cesar and Bourbaki were standing In a
great crowd, watching the proceedings Idle curl
osity. There were three houses on fire, but was
almost In a sheet OF name and they thought all the
Inhabitants had been got out, when suddenly a
woman appeared at u window on the second door,
BlrleklnH IOT Dtp. OUe OF TWO Oh Tie Hfenen at
tempted to mount TO her assistance but were driven
back by the violence oil the fire.
Bourbaki took cigar he had just began to smoke
from between his lips and saying quite quietly to
Jules Hold this q minute,n sprang in one moment
to the rescue. How he got In and out OF the
house safely no spectator could tell Tor he appeared
10 plunge INTO perfect bath or lame; but ahree
seconds ne had sprung down with the woman in his
arms. She was badly burned. but though his clothes
and hair were scorched he appeared perfectly unin
iured. Jules rushed to meet him ON his return, SUI
ficently transported TO drop the cigar. "oh ms
friend he CRED, embracing him. shave you really
returned aliver'
Why notr' replied Bourbaki. Mats que diaoL
as tn IdtS de mon ctlGr?n
LIE BRAVE DIES BRAVES.
Bourbaki's affection for his cigars appears quite
characteristic OF him. One paper describes him IL
the Crmean war gong to an assault zen Urdt gentle
man, cigar O Ia OOnCite et u stuck q In nedin.n
Smoking and Joking, he has fought his way
through many wild scenes and often enough beer
wounded, for hts place Is always "wherc the deat
are lying thickest." My Gncten naftttafe was liz,
the Ancient Mariner in the length OF his tales about
him.