Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-07-05
VOL. IS. NO. II.
EN- GARDE.

an incident happened not recorded IN
any of the voluminous histories of the
campaign which are now getting dus.
ty on the library shelves, but which,
though Imaginable in its results, was
far more interesting to the parties
concerned than the records of the
most sanguinary battles. 1t had TO do
with young German officer named
Fritz Won Weber, a professor in a
provincial university but who had
been drafted on with his regiment.
He was in love with a girl named
Zaire, an Alsatian, whose father was
a General iD the German army, and the
story is related by brother of Fritz,
as follows:
When they parted he said to her
Il shall always be-
'En Garde = cried Zaire.
Then Fritz rode off; then Zaire
went to her chamber, for the great
General Won Homberg, the father of
Zaire. shook his head.
"A teacher ! my daughter marry a
teacher-never!'
81 will, sobbed Zaire.
i say you WON'T snorted the Gen.
eral
But l will will will, snapped
Zaire.
They parted in anger; the Gener-
al went off into the war, Zaire was
sent to the country. When Fritz
reached his quarters he found friend,
one DIR. Max Bulow, great joker,
who had taken great liking to Fritz.
whats the matter with you, Fritz.
Nothing sighed Fritz.
Bah p laughed DR.. Max, who is
she?'
'Zaire Won Homberg,' answered
Fritz; the dearest, sweetest little an
gel that
Eyes, yes cried DIR. Max, Il know ;
but phew! what made you fall in love
with her 2
Fritz told him all about it. DIR. Max
was interested.
i hate old Homberg,' he said. Il
am fond of fun. Let me alone. I'll
get you out OF this. shall have a
laugh and you shall marry Zaire.'
you can't help me- groaned Fritz !;
nobody cam
'My boy said DIR. Max solemnly,
with an ordinary man many things
are impossible-with an old soldier
like myself nothing is impossible
One evening, few days after this
conversation, DR.. Max came to Fritz.
'Fritz.'
Well
Tomorrow old Homberg takes his
usual ride along the north road. He
goes unattended; you must be in the
little wood by the spring; be will be
attacked by a number of our fellows
disguised as the enemy. When he is
attacked you mist rush forth and res
cue him. In his gratitude he will re-
ward you-Zaire shall be yours
The morrow came. Down on his
old horse came the General ; sudden
ly from the wood rode squad of the
enemy-terrible fellows. The Gener-
al saw them and turned to fly. The
old horse was stubborn, he COM
menced to jump up and down, and
the result was that the General YVES
captured. The enemy put rope
around the Generals neck. They
were going to hang him. The Gen
eral shed few tears.
4 am General Won Homberg,' he
groaned.
The enemy grinned, and threw one
end of the rope over the branch of a
tree.
IL am a father sobbed the Gen,
eral
The enemy gave strong pull or
the rope.
IL am still in the prime Of life
don't hang me please don't, cried
the General.
The rope frightened.
A shout was heard-ringing shots
fierce words, the trampling of hoofs
the enemy fed-the General was
saved. His deliverer bowed before
him.
1t was Fritz. The General would
have preferred the hanging. The
young man bowed low.
your pass ? Numbered the Gener-
al.
IL have none,' said Fritz.
sYou heard the orders-return &c
camp and report yourself under ar
rest 2 snorted the General.
That evening poor Fritz sat in hi:
tent; a guard walked before the door
But all the army rang with the praise
Of the General, who had that day me-
squad of the enemy, and. single
handed, had defeated them.
DIR. Max was furious. He initiated
the Generals horse-he jumped W
and down and snorted.
I'll fix him. he cried sI'll show
him up
Then he took his pen and sat dowr
and wrote the whole story out-tht
true story.
Tomorrow said DR.. Max III
send this to my paper, unless he com
promises
He stood before the General.
Good morning, General"
'Ah, DR.. Won Bulow, what do 70,
wish p
Gan / see you alone, General p
The Generals aid retired.
General, we have had enough
Enough what p
'Humbug"
How 2
Those men were your own men.
have their account of the affair. 1t i
not complimentary to you; 1t is yer,
complimentary to Fritz. General
Fritz must marry your daughter
Sir Numbered the General, ID
you presume
oh, yes smiled DIR. Max yes,
do presume. | own newspaper, yot
know. The whole account must g,
forward. In three days the Who'll,
| world will he in n broad grin ova