The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-10-30
Stories About YOn MOItke.

Some time after the eapitulation of
Paris, Moltke went to Colmar, and,
meaning to stay there a few days, did
not disdain to ask for a bIlleting order.
Nine r., however, upon whom the Mar
shal 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 like
fighting-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 a demand for small
room on the second floor. During the
remainder of his stay he dined friendless
and champaSneless at the table d d'hOte.
Moltke is as good a letter-writer as
Nine. 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, a MIR. Burt.
Miss Mary Burt, daughter of Mr.. Burt
by a former marriage, was especially
moved by them; and when the warrior
came home, his SO winters were not con-
sidered a fatal objection to union with
Girl of but I6 summers,
FAnd their first love continued to the last.
1t was the happiest of matches. She
lied in 1868, on Christmas Eve, and it
was as a revelation to men to see how
Moltke 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
of n
crowned with cypress. Beneath the
ross, carved on the little mausOleum,
may be read the motto: g Love is the
fulfilling of the law"
Moltke has fine property. It is sit
uated in Siiesia, between Schweidnitz
and Reichenbach, and called, 1 think,
Kreisau. There he is most thoroughly
at home. Rising every morning at 5,
he begins the day by lighting n little
spirit1amp, 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 busi-
ness, which only begins at Z. Between
Z and 10 the Marshal likes to make q
! thorough inspection of his domain. He
is a 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 rural fireside ever
since But, as a rule, his subOrdinates
speak kindly of him, and say he is a
J just and considerate master. Still, no
/ one ever has a chance of forgetting the
iron hand which is covered by the vel
/ vet glove. .r.~ rrr q. 49,
At 10 the Marshal takes a kind of sec
( Ond breakfast, a basin of soup or q glass
of wine and a biscuit. BY this time the
/ letters and papers have arrived, and
MoltIe works till noon, Sundays always
/ excepted On the Sabbath - he goes
to church, and reads 4" good books -
during the better part of the day.
At noon, on a regular day, the Marshal
/ takes a nap till diuner-time, which cen
/ tral ceremony of every mans day takes
place in the Moltke household at 2.
/ After dinner, a cigar and more work.
/ Bv and by a chat with friends, if any
/ are staying with him, and perhaps a
/ stroll At 8, tea is served. On a fine
/ summer evening the Marshal viii take
another turn after tea, but almost in
variably goes to bed at 10.
A war interferes much less with
I Moltke's habits than might be supposed.
/ y AIleUu HstJ MN III tiiC sAiStAS u ADEi
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 qIietest manner, a. have
nothing to do.'' 1t was the simple
truth. The work had all been done long
before.
He is not, however, much of q talker,
this famous soldier, who can hold his
tongue in 10 languages. A funny news
paper correspondent asked him in that
same July how things were going on.
- Pretty well, - he replied; " my crops
have suffered little from the rain my
potatoes were never finer" / will not
add the superfuous statement that both
80 Our Own - and " Our Special - are
pet dislikes of the Marshal, for / never
vet knew a commander who dotted on
I m.-LOndon Truth.