The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-10-23
Stories About Won MOltke.

Stories About Won MOItke.
Some time after the capitulation of
Paris, Moltlze went to Colmar, and.
meaning to stay there few days, did
not disdain to ask for a billeting order.
Nine. R., however, upon whom the Mar
shall was to have been quartered, would
have nothing to say to him, and Moltke
was fain to lodge and feed himself at a
hotel-of course, at the lady's expense.
He asked for four rooms on the first
floor, invited people to breakfast and
dinner, and treated them TO champagne
in short, the TeutOn hero lived ike a
fghting-cOck. But at the end of three
days the landlord, who hated him,
quietly took leave to remind his Excel
lency that the term of the billeting order
had now expired. MOltke replied with
a dry cough, and demand for small
room on the second floor. During the
remainder of his stay he dined friendless
and champagneless at the table d'hote.
MOltke is as good a letter-writer as
Mime. de Sevigne, and he sent some par
ticularly charming letters from the East
to his sister, who had married an En-
glishman settled in Holstein, Mr.. Burt.
Miss Mary Burt, daughter of Mr.. Burt
by a former marriage, was especially
moved by them; and when the warrior
came home, his 80 winters were not con-
Sidered a fatal objection to union with
girl of but 16 summers,
And their first love continued to the last
1t was the happiest of matches. She
died in 1868, on Christmas Eve, and it
was as a revelation to men to see how
Moltlle sorrowed. Often now he can be
observed at his country seat vending
his way, in the gray of the evening, to-
ward his wife's tomb-a plain marble
monument on the summit of a little hill,
crowned with cypress. Beneath the
cross, carved on the little mausOleum,
may be read the motto: 50 Love is the
| fulfilling of the law
Moltke has fine property. 1t is sit
uated in Silesia, between Schweidnitz
and Reichenbach, and called, l think,
/ Kreisau. There he is most thoroughly
at home. Rising every morning at s.,
he begins the day by lighting a little
spirit-lamp, as the first step toward get
ting himself a cup of coffee. After
coffee, he takes a little turn in the
grounds, rather for pleasure than bust
ness, which only begins at Z. Between
| Z and 10 the Marshal likes to make a
! thorough inspection of his domain. He
is good practical farmer and famous
for his cabbages, which have won sew
eral medals.
On one of these inspections he caught
a groom smoking in the stables, and
gave him box on the ear, the force OF
which has been the theme of admiring
comment by many a rural fireside ever
since. But, as a rule, his subordinates
speak kindly of him, and say he is a
just and cOnsiderate master. Still, no
| ono aUAT has chance of fOPoratfinOr the
iron hand which is covered by the vel
vet glove.
At 10 the Marshal takes a kind of Sec
ond breakfast, basin of soup or glass
of wine and a biscuit. BY this time the
letters and papers have arrived, and
Moltke works till noon, Sundays always
| excepted. On q the Sabbath y he goes
to church, and reads good books >
during the better part of the day.
At noon, on regular day, the Marshal
takes a nap till dinner-time, which cen
trail ceremony of every mans day takes
place in the MOltke household at 2
After dinner, a cigar and more work
By and by a chat with friends, if any
are staying with him, and perhaps a
stroll. At 8, tea is served. On fine
summer evening the Marshal will take
another turn after tea, but almost in
Yariably goes to bed at 10.
A war interferes much less with
Moltke's habits than might be supposed
A friend met him in the streets of Ber-
lin in July, 1870, and, after exchanging
a few words, muttered something about
not trespassing on the great mans time
at such a crisis, and was about to with
draw, when Moltke retained him, say.
ing in the quietest manner, Z" / have
nothing to do" 1t was the simple
truth. The work had all been done long
before.
He is not, however, much of a tall1er
this famous soldier, who can hold his
tongue in 10 languages. A funny news
paper correspondent asked him in thai
same July how things were going on
" Pretty well, - he replied; my crop:
have suffered little from the rain; my
potatoes were never finer.'' 1 will mo-
add the superfuous statement that boil
% Our Own - and g Our Special - are
pet dislikes of the Marshal, for l never
yet knew a commander who dotted or
| thpIO II London Truth