The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-09-03

"I know that am only peasant" an
swered Gaspar, bitterly; "but what are
you?-an orphan whose parentage is un-
known, the adopted child of an innkeeper."
"My parentage may not always be un-
known" replied Marie. Perhaps my
parents are yet living-perhaps they may
acknowledge and claim me--yes may
live to shine in another sphere, to take my
rank among the titled and the great. Some
thing in my heart tells me was not des-
tined always to move in this low sphere"
"You have beauty, grace, and accom-
plishmenss enough for any rank, Marie"
replied the peasant, sadly; "and it may be
that your heart-your instincts, have not
deceived you. And yet the time may come
when you will think of poor Gaspar who
was your friend--your lover, whom you
will never see again"
"Never see you again, Gaspar?" exclaim-
ed Marie, in gentle tone, "why what do
you mean by that? You are not surely
going to leave st. Luce"
"This is no place for me-" replied the
young man, sorrowfully. 81 have indulg-
ed in dreams here that never can be real
ized. 1t is better l should change the
scene.'
You will think better of this idle pur-
pose," answered Marie.
Gaspar shook his head sadly, timidly
raised the hand the beautiful young girl
abandoned, to his lips, and without trust
ing himself with word more, left the
little inn.
The party of dragons had risen from
the table, and were Tightening their sad
dle-girths, preparatory to mounting.
Gaspar went directly to the sergeant.
"Sergeant," said he, "I want to speak
a word to you"
t" Be brief, then, my good fellow" re-
piled the soldier, "for in half an hour I
must report to Capt. Fontaine. who is now
paying his respects to the Baroness de
Montfort at her chateau hard by, where
our company has halted"
"Is your troop full, sergeant?"
"Have you an idea of serving?"
"I haye.'
"You are well-built fellow" said the
sergeant, running his keen eye up and down
the person of the countryman. "Can you
rideP"
"There isn't horse within twenty miles
that can unseat me-"
"Good We want such men. 1t is a
great favor to serve in the queens dra-
goons; but like you, and word from me
to the captain will do the business. / sup
pose all you care about, is riding fine
horse, and playing the beau in country
quarters"
"Not so sergeant; l thirst for active
service. The more dangerous the better"
"Good again you're lad after my own
heart. Harkyep' continued the sergeant,
speaking in lower tone, "we are like
enough to have sharp work on hand ere
long. The rascally lower classes are get
ting mutinous,just because they have to pay
taxes and live without bread-the beasts
Our good Louis XVI is for temporizing
with the rascals, but the queen, whose
name we bear-God bless her the idol of
of the army,-is for sharper measures, and
the queen will carry the day, be sure of it.
She is concentrating her troops at Versail-
les; and when the word is given to bleed
these rascally Parisians, we shall have the
post of honor; our sabres will not rust in
our scabbards, be sure Of it,"
"Then, sergeant, am yours"
" Your hand on it, my boy" replied Bras
de Fer. " AS luck would have it, here's
a mount for you-a wild devil of Limou-
sin, which we have orders to break in for
the colonel's use-but not dragoon of
us has been able to keep his back. If you
can ride him to the Chateau de Montfort,
the captain will accept you sure"
" ! ask nothing better" h.
While they were saddling and bridling
the wild Limousin, Gaspar exchanged
few words with the friend whom we have
briefly noticed as being his companion at
the table.
$50 you have enlisted in the company of
cut-throats," said the latter, sarcastically.
"In the hope Of having my own throat
cut, !" said Gaspar.
" And all because conceited girl didn't
fancy you. Well, you are wise Gaspar.
Disappointed love has made you tool of
the aristocracy; and when we meet again,
/ may be in the ranks of the people with
pike in my hands, and the first stroke Of
your sabre may be at the head of your old
companion
"You know me better than that Gull