The Phoenix herald., 1879-06-28

L 11NL 1N LA "I don't know where they have gone but at two this morning they sailed l'with the greatest haste, and in the com pietest silence"
 Gone P said the sentry; and they have abandoned me ! I shall be set down as deserter. Damn that cor lporal-he not only left me on watch six hours, but he has ruined my reputa- tion-dishonored me. Now 1 under stand poor Capucin's visit; he came to warn me that they were going, and I, dull fool that I was, could not under him-the first time one of our men ever struck him. Oh Capucin, Capu- cin, why didn't you think of tearing the corporaIs coat, too?"
 And the sentinel. burst into tears of regret and despair.
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 As the farm of Peter Baxen, the peas ant with whom Firmin Bonard had fallen in, was one of the largest in the island, the soldier returned to his old calling. did not lack for opportunities to show his skill and industry, and speedily convinced the rich peasant of his value.
 1 Firmin became the husband of the old mans only child, the rich, pretty and amiable Amelia.
 Four years have passed away-four years of toll and love. Firmin Bonard thought often of France, but came to 1 forget his technical desertion. The prattling of his two children, the em- braces of his wife, were a present. that answered-for the future; small wonder that he forgot the past.
 So matters went on till one morning the signal was made that several vessels were ill sight; then as they drew near CT the word went round the island ::
 '' It is the French They are going to land '"
 e It is the French They are going to land"
 The words came to Firmin Bonard's ears like alarm guns, and he felt that he was lost man. A sudden thought came to hin, however, and treasured him somewhat; flashing to his dwelling he put on his old uniform and shako, and ran to the spot where five years before he had been so strangely aban- doned.
 
 seen to put off from the ships that rounded to and dropped anchor. In the bow of one was big white poodle that parked joyously on seeing the solid ground once more.
 Firmin Bonard saw the dog and fan cied that he recognized in him old Ga pucin, and his eyes filled with tears.
 Still the barges approached; Capt. chit was Capucin, indeed-evidently recognized the island, looked round eagerly. espied the sentry, then stand ing on his hind-1egs, gavea one raptur- ous howl, and, plunging into the sea, swam with all his might shoreward.
 An instant later and the boats were within hailing distance.
 Who goes there 9 shouted Firmin Bonard in voice of thunder.
 "Who goes there yourself ," an swered one of Davoust's staff from the leading boat; ''who are you, any how?" FIrmin Bonard, private of the Sixty eighth of the line, on guard"
 On guard How long have you been on guard ?"
 Since 12 o'clock on the night of May 13, 1SO7."
 At this reply every one burst out laughing. The first boats prov had not quite touched the strand when Ga pucin had scrambled up the steep rock and with tremendous bound cast him self, barking furiously, into the arms of his old friend. BArks, gamboling, somersaults, licking of hands, face, feet-all imaginable demonstrations of canine joy.
 Go on, old fellow" sobbed the sol dier, with tears rolling down his cheeks; :. tear my coat and muddy 1t as much as you like to-day, and won say any thing. 1 remember when struck you for showing me all your affection and intelligence.
 When he had recovered somewhat from his emotion, Firmin Bonard, fol- lowed by the faithful dog, went down to the beach to greet his comrades and tell his story. Luckily the corporal, now an officer on Davoust's staff, was there, and could corroborate 1t. The regiment feasted him royalty, and he in return invited every one of them to the farm, where he and his wife did the nonors cordially.
 It was not long ere the news reached Marshal Davoust's ears. He laughed heartily at FirInin Bonard's stratagem, and having satisfied himself that the soldiers antecedents were irreproach- able, orderel his discharge to be made out in due form.
 ''Far be it from me-" said the Mar shal, '' after he has been on guard for five years without being relieved, to send this gallant fellow before a court martial.'
 SPANISH BEGGARs.- streets are thronged with paupers who beg for their daily bread. Woe to you, if you chance to give one of them anything; for soon their friends and friends