The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1876-06-08

again followed, pdpoVN wy "."S
nv burning brow; and when l looked
again, saw that she WIS cold and chilI;
The sight cooled myself, and restored
me TO reason. rose calmly ana SAID
WNo. | will not kill thee, We have but
been unfortunate. For melville l shall
breathe-I shall breathe hate to the III,
vaders Louise, l will avenge thee
Now, my girl, courage Behold our hup'
tial altarW
IWith these words, | knelt down be-
side her by her mothers tomb. "Ihe
words spoken over the bones OF the dead
are sacred" :" said l. presence Of that
Heaven which sees us, and OF her VINO
reposes below. swear, that from TINS
moment thou art my tue and lawful
wife If die, thou shalt bear my name
We rose together "Heaven bless thee'
my husband !" said Louise, with some,
hing like calmness; NOW, thou wilt moi
nreyent me from following thee IT Is
the duty of wife" "Be it so, my Louise
But see those bombs which fly in the
air They come to burn our houses; let
ms 90 and protect them. But hark y
Il listened. / thought had heard
noise-a rustlng behind one OF the
tombs. At first, in the imperfect light,
saw nothing, hut, on looking attenllveIy,
behed fl. ure creeping on aII-ionrs AT
little distance. watched till the form
rose to an upright posture by the side OF
cypress. and then | knew 1t to be an
enemy-a Cossack. lraised my carhlne
and shot him through the heart he
made leap in the air, and fell wlth
cry that sounded over all the cemetery
Come, my wife !" SAID to Louise, who
applauded my deed with wild bitter,
ness most unlike her former gentle sell
We began to move towards the city, but
retreat was destined not to be so easy.
The shot and the cry of the savage caused
an unexpected CommoiOn. From the
further end of the cemetery, body Of
men advanced, starting from grave u
grave, and seeming like the dead RAISED
to life, and playing fearful game WIN
one anolh r among the tombs. saw Al
once that they were band of CossacEs,
sent forward either t. occupy the ceme-
tery or to act as scouts. They saw Louise
and myself, but luckily they had not yet
passed the spot where the pathway olt
of the cemetery was yet open to us
Raising my nearly insensible Louise IN
nv arms, | ran towards the city. TIE
Cossacks had found their dead comrades,
and forty or fifty balls whstled around
lis, but not one of them touched me, and
Louise also was uninjured-till the last
moment-till the last shot was fired, jlst
as we reached place Of safety. | LAID
her down, ignorant of her hurt. JAG
uues, my dear Jacques, adieu! !" she
whispered; lit is better thus-one kiss &"
The life departed while her lips touched
mine!
Il become a child. sir" said poor
Jacques, when he came to this part OF
his story--T become child when
think of the death of Louise, of the only
woman l have ever loved But though
she did not live to see me keep my vow,
avenged her deeply. Wherevera strng-
gle with the enemy took place at that
time, there | was, marking these vile
wretches of CossaCKs with my old car
bine. Ay, and when the land had been
long cleared of them | thought, when |
foug hit at the barric1des of the Three
Days, that was still fighting with the
Cossacks, or, what wa much the same,
with those who had brought the Cos.
sacks upon us. l did not grudge a leg in
the cause, and in memory of those who
took it from me, l call its substitute Cos
sack. That is all have to tell, sir, and
now here is Vincennes, all in good time"
1t is astonishing, was my reflection on
hearing the story of Jacques, what mines
of strange and affecting recollections lie
in corners of the world where they are
least suspected to exist Here is one of
those rough, thoughtless, frolicsome be:
ings, whose lives seem to be a continued
exhibition of overlooking animal spirits
here is one of them, who cherishes
ever, in the deepest reCessps Of his
breast, images of the saddest and tender
est kind-memores of love and lowell
ness, and faith and fond regret. Verify,
it is strange world, thought |; and not
the leastremarkable circumstances which
have taken place in it, are those which
marked the the history Of Jacques, the
Coachman.