The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1880-08-19

him who the grave-looking 81 ;,
he. His reply was stSsf Eisenburg, u
suThat is Field IS6essenger, coolly,
answered the Qae first soldiers of our
naming oSikfTays dimes here, and has
ssTsF since | have been IN the
"Odd place to pick up Field Mar
shall, at a dinner in public house, isn't
it, at least in these piping times OF
peace ?'
CHAP exclaimed Capt. Bolton, who,
like several of the distinguished crops
to which he belonged, is an agreeable
rattler. "Ha, thereby hangs tale-don't
you know it?" -.
I had Just returned-for I, too, am lin
the line"-from Barataria, whittier l had
been sent by grateful country tor not
belonging to one of the governing faml.
lies t6enin power, so Ireplied, somewhat
to Bottoms astonishment, II did not
know"
"WeN, then, remarked the Captain,
gaily;;.ssI will tell you when I have done
with this pheasant and melon salad,
which his too good to spoil for an anec-
dote.
he ate for some time in silence and with
such an evident sense Of enjoyment that
Ibid not venture toquestion him further,
though Inoticed a certain prcoccupied air
about him, as though he were trying to
recall some half forgotten incident, or
were, perhaps, trying to put it into Ian
guage which would do more credit to his
reputation as an expert narrator. BY
and by, when the coffee came he lit a
cigar; which had been sent him by little
Jinks, our vice consul at Havana, and as
the first wreaths ofperfumed smoke curled
round about him, he thus delivered him
self: "The marshal used to have son."
AS he spoke the gaunt upright figure
of the famous military commander strobe
by. He turned his haggard face towards
us as he did so, but there was no specula-
ton in his eyes, and the life that was in
him seemed only to carry heart that
wasdead. Though every one at the hotel
made room for. him with sort of awe
stricken respect, he saluted nobody, but
passed ontin thestreet like some mourn
full spectre, not terrible, but unutterably
sad. Then we heard the clank of his
sword in the ante-room, and once his
sword smote against his spurs as he gir-
ded it on. Then he was gone. His ap-
pearance had served but to emphasize
Capt. Bottoms statement, that "he used
to have son."
The Queens messenger, who had been
interrupted by the solemn apparition
above mentioned, threw bach his head,
perhaps to get better view of his subject,
took long pull at his cigar, finished his
coffee, began his liquor, and then went
On with his story.
eyes, as was saying, Field Marshal
Count Eisenberg had son who was one
of the finest young men in the army. He
was in light cavalry regiment, and all
the girls went mad about him. You never
saw fellow better built, or with more
downright pluck and go in him. Hang
it, sir, he deserved to be an Englishman,
and I used to tell him so when I passed
through here, and could get days shoot
ing with him at Edelsheim-a grand
place his governor had then. 1t is sold
now. Never was more CHEEKY or better
companion than Rudy Eisenberg. He
could ride as we'll as Lord Cork, and shoot
snap shots with any one you like to name.
It wasn't all glitter either about him. he
had been out in a big war, and done all
sorts of fine things. His nerves were
said to be wonderfully steady under fire,
and he had ridden we'll to the front in
one of the bloodiest hand-to-hand fights
on record. Ofcourse he did not rise in
rank very quickly, for the Marshal would
not hear of his being promoted out of his
turn, and there was nothing of the cock
tail about him, so he did not put himself
in the way of special service to shrink
his regimental duties; but everybody
looked upon him, with good reason, as q
man who does not go by favor. Not a
chap in the regiment, from the colonel
to the piper, had word to say against
him.
'Unluckily," mused Captain Bolton,
again throwing his head back, perhaps
for philosophy's sake this time, "that was
Just it. People liked. him too much, es-
pecially ladies. There was whisper
that an illustrious beauty, not far off from
the reigning dynasty, has fretted herself
nearly crazy about him; and though
even the court officials agreed that he had
behaved very we'll in mysterious busi-
ness that it would not do to talk about,
Rudy Eisenberg went to parade with q
face as white as ghost after masked
ball, where it was thought some scandal
had taken place. I would advise you
never to touch on this part of the story
if YOU mean to make any stay here. One
thing only had oozed out, and this was
that the love, if there was love, had been
mutual; and 1 have heard that Rudy
not little wrong in the head after it was
all over. The doctors spoke of brain fe-
yer, and recommended change of air; so
the old marshal, who knew nothing about
money, gave his son about enough to
keep him for week, and sent him off to
Hamburg for the waters. The DEVILS
ownplay was going on at that picturesque
little holein those days, and young Eisen-
lerg naturally found himself tumbled
headlong into the set who lived where it
was hottest. There was Bob Cheyke, of
the Life Guards, and Agincourt, who had
Just come to title; /; with Ivry de Videsac,
the crack Frenchmau, who went such q
tremendous smash two years later; and
Chrichton and Maulverer, with Jack
Nortiman, Birbantaki Pasha, old Lord
Chowser, and I do not know how many
more of the same lot. I fancy Rudy
Eisenberg did not know what to make OF
them at first. Their ways were not his
ways, but he soon fell into them. AS
mischance would have it. too, he spoke
little English, and that helped, dare
ay,.for he had got many of the stolid,
honest ideas of his countrymen about
improving himself, and very likely
thought at times that he might some day
have to act his part in Battle of Dorking,
80 that it might be as we'll to prepare tor
the emergencies that would probably
arisa ont of such situation, whether be