Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1876-09-15

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ty, pursued him with the utmost vigOr.
The Prussian soldiers were half starved
and utterly exhausted when they reached
the ancient city of Lubbock. There, after a
| brief struggle. destitute OF ammunition and
provision, they were compelled to surren-
| der.
Blncher and most OF his officers broke
their swords rather than to give them up to
| their hated advers,Hies.
The vanquished General was treated in
an almost barbarous manner. Having re-
fused to give his parole to the effect that he
would never again bear arms against the
emperor of the French, he was confined in
a dungeon in the basement of the Citv
Hall.
Four days after Marshal Victor received
from the Emperor Napoleon the following
laconic letter:
Cause Blucher to make an attempt to es-
cape. Then have him court-martialed and
shot. n"
General Blucher, who was then already
sixty-four years old, was smoking his pipe
gloomily in his cell. Suddenly handsome
Young woman stepped in. Now the grim
Old Prusslan General was anything but
hater OF women His enemies asserted that
ne fell IN love with every pretty face he
saw, and when his fair Young visitor enter
ed his cell his face frightened at once. He
rose politely from his stool and offered If TO
her.
Fair lady" he said, in his most courte-
GUS manner, ''what brings you to this dis
NAL place."
She answered him in French, telling him
that she was the daughter of Massillon, the
celebrated French pulpit orator Of Berlin,
and that she had risked her life in order to
free him from captivity.
Her bearing towards the grim old soldier
was so seductive that he fell an easy victim
to her charms.
"We must flee from here tonight" " she
whispered to him, as he held her in his
arms.
lam ready, " he replied, ''but. how am
to get out of this internal hole?'
Il Will be here again at the setting in of
dusk" she said. Il have procured keys
for every cell here, and French uniform
for you"
''A French unifo1mI' he exclaimed, in
dismay. Il shall not don French uni
form. Never! Neverr'
''But, General, is it not better for you to
do that than languish here any more?" she
asked, fondling his gray moustache.
'.Yes, my darling, he replied, and, be-
side, it will only be for a few hours-wilI
itY
"0nly for few minutes, General. As
soon as our carriage is out of the city you
may throw off the uniform OF the hated in
vaders," she replied
She left him aftera fetvent embrace, and
few minutes later the keeper of the Jail, a
white-haired German, with an honest. open
face, entered Blucher's cell.
He bowed respectfully before the grim
old warrior, and then said:
General, may ask you one question:"
''Why not, my friend?"
General, don't like to speak about it,
and hope you will not communicate to !
any one what I am going to tell you"
.'What an idea! l never betray my |
friends"
General, let me ask you, then, do you
know the-the woman that came to see you |
to-dayY
No. She said her name was Madeline
Massillon, the daughter of the Rev. DR..
Massillon, of Berlin. Is she not what she |
pretends to be?'
The old keeper shook his head.
General" " he replied, cher true name is /
Adele Broisson. She is bad wOman-she |
is Marshal Victor's mistress" ("
Blucher sprang to his feet.
''What does the fraud she has practiced |
on me meanY he exclaimed.
81 don't know, General; but | saw the |
Marshal himself help her into his carriage
after she had left your cell" :"
The General thanked the old keeper, who
went out.
He became very thoughtful.
At setting in Of dusk, true to her prom
Use, the fascinating creature entered Blu
cher's cell again.
Everything is in readiness, she said.
SIS it, Mile Broisson" he answered,
dryly.
''Yes; make haste-the carriage is wait
ing for us. But why do you call me Brois-'
son?D
Because you are the harlot Of Marshal |
Victor. Get out of here! don't know
what deviltry you are bent upon. Begone."
She bit her lips, and hurried from the
cell.
Next day French General fell into the
hands Of a Prussian regiment. Blucher was
exchanged for him.
Nine years later the prophecy of Louise |
Lenormand, the great Partisan fortune
teller, proved true,