The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-10-23

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Hear nv low-moaned prayer,
Borne on the midnight air.
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THE CROSS OF THE LEGION.
The wariike Channel Of . Dreamers
Tender Passion.
1t was holiday in one of the lowell
est towns in all the south of France,
and the towns-people were busy with
their merry-making. A group of them
had, however, drawn off from the crowd
in the market-pl place, and were listening
to an old Sergeant who was relating
the story of one of the battles through
which he had passed. 1t was time
when brave deeds met with ready ad-
miration, and high reward, and when
no one was so greatly honored as a
soldier.
"And so you were with the First
Consul at Lodi, SergeantF' said one
of the group, plain, honest old farmer.
"Ah, that / was" replied the soldier.
Il was Just behind him when he went
over the bridge. That was q sight worth
seeing. Twice we had failed to carry
the bridge, for the Austrian batteries
swept it with an internal hail. A third
time we advanced. Bonaparte's eye
was on US, and we had promised him
to succeed. We advanced steadily un-
I'll we reached the tete dn pont. Then,
zounds! how the grape whistled among
us! Down went many q brave fellow.
We wavered, We were falling back.
when we saw two men rushing forward
on the bridge right into the enemy.
They were the General in command
and Bonaparte himself. 'Forwardr 1
shouted, 'Bonaparte is in danger
We sprang forward again, and the bat
terry was ours. 1t was q brave deed,
and we made our little hero a Corporal
for it.''
81 would have liked to have been
there" said a young man, who had lis
tened quietly. ..s
"You, Ange," said the farmer, laugh
ing; "what would you have done?"
az would have done my duty" said
the young man, calmly.
bah! you'd have been frightened
out of your wits"
1--WE are keeping the Sergeant from
relating the adventure" said one of the
group. $50 on, Sergeant"
THAT'S all of that adventure" said
the Sergeant, who had been looking
fxedly at the young man whom the
farmer had called Ange. "Pn tell
you of an adventure 1 had with the Lit
tie Corporal near about the same time.
was then q private, and was posted
one night near an old tower, with Or
ders to let no one pass with or without
the countersign. About midnight some
one came opposite my post. halted
him. He told me he had the counter
sign.
ders are not to receive any counter
sign
".But am an officer exclaimed
the stranger, sternly; a general Off
Ger, and must pass a
"sH you were the Little Corporal
himself you should not pass ! replied;
80 retire friend, or fire.
"sWith that leveled my piece, and
the stranger retired. The next morn
ing the Little Corporal sent for me-
$50 you threatened to fire on me
last night?' he said, sternly.
{" Yes, General replied.
"Did you know who it wasp
"I did, General
"H had advanced would you have
fredP' .--l
"No. General, 1 should have disa-
bled you with my bayonet, and have
called the guard q
"Were you not afraid to talk SO to
him?' asked the farmer.
IL knew had done naught but my
duty" said the Sergeant. "But tell
me, young man." he added. turning to
Ange, "what do you think he saidP"
He praised you, and said you had
done your duty" replied Ange, with
heightened color. -'=---
Fright" exclaimed the Sergeant,
approvingly. "He laid his hand on
my shoulder, and said, looking me in
the face:
as pierre Dubois, you have proved
yourself worthy of being something
better than q private. l make you q
Sergeant for threatening to shoot me
last night With that he sent me
back to my company"
As the Sergeant finished speaking,
the young man called Ange left the
group in compliance with q summons
from young girl across the street.
''Who is that young manP' asked
| the old soldier.
Il - ne Is AuSe IltOlS, EepueU the
farmer. "We call him .Ange the
dreamer He is an artist, but does
nothing but paint the picture of that
girl with whom you see him now. He
seems incapable of doing any thing but
thinking Of her. He was always q
quiet sleepy sort of q fellow, and but
for the handsome property left him by
his father 1 suppose he would starve.
Madeleine Tremonille, however, does
not seem to care for him. She leads
him - dance and rarely misses an
opportunity to ridicule him."
"Where does he ive?" asked the
Sergeant. ---H-7---.--r- --r---a
"In yonder house. Maybe he'll
paint your portrait If you'll ask him
Sergeant, but don't be surprised If he
paints your form and regimentals, snC
then puts in Madeleine face. - Z - H
A laugh greeted this sally. Tht
soldier Joined in it, but soon left the
crowd. ,--,..-... - - 80, ,.,,-, -t
Late in the afternoon Ange Pitoi.
was sitting in his doorway, smoking
The young man was just twenty-five
His parents, who had been wealthy
were both dead, and had left him
handsome fortune. He was natura
artist, and as the farmer said, ,
dreamer, but was not deserving of the
ridicule that was cast upon him. Tht
townspeople were incapable of appre
ciating his genius, and his odd way.
were deemed worthy of nothing bu
ridicule. Ange's naturally good tenn
per enabled him to bear all of this
l mod, humoredlv h,,t son nafiu,os bo fol