The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1880-11-30
Selert Shry.
A POINT OF HONOR.

/ was dining at a table d hote 10 the
only country OF Europe where decent
dinner is still to be got at such places,
when my attention was attracted by a
tall, reserved man, in tue uniform of a
cavalry officer, who sat at the head of a
sile-table. Beside me was a QIeen's $
messenger. Captain Bolton WAC, of
course knew everything and everybody,
from the gossip of the legations, which
he visited In professional capacity so
asked him who the grave-!ooking SOL
dier might be. His reply Was start.
Ter.
"That is Field Marshal Eisenberg,"
ans ~ered the Queens messenger coolly.
naming one OF the finest soldiers OF our
age. "He always dimes here and has
done 80 ever since / have been in the
line"
"Odd place to pick up field marshal.
at dinner in public house, isn't it. at
least in these times of piping peace 2"
"Ah!" exclaimed Captain Bolton who,
like several of the distinguished corps to
which he belongs, is an agreeable Rattle.
"Ha, thereby hangs q tale-don't you
know it?"
l had just returned-for !, too, am sin
the line-from Barataris, whittier ] had
been sent by grateful country for not
belonging to one Of the governing fam
lilies then in power, so / replied, some
what 10 Bottoms establishment, that 81
did not know It,"
"Well, tben," remarked the captain,
gaily, 81 will tell it you when / have
done with this pheasant and melon salad,
which is too good to spoil for an anec-
dote."
He ate for some time in silence and
with such an evident sense OF enjoyment
that l did not venture to question him
further, though / noticed certain pre-
occupied air about him, as though be
we're trying to recall some hal'-forgotten
incident, or were. perhaps, trying to put
it into language which would do more
credit to his reputation as an expert mar.
rator. By.and by, when the coffee came
be lit q cigar which had been sent hin
Il by little Jinks, our vice consul at tht
Havana, and as the first wreaths of per
fumed smoke curled found abort him ht
thus delivered himself: "The Marsha
used to have son."
As be spoke the gaunt, upright figure
of the famous military commando
strobe by. He turned his haggard fae'
toward US as he did so, but there was nj
speculation ia his eyes, and the life tha
was in him seemed to serve only to car
ry heart that was dead. Though ever!
one at the hotel made way for him viii
sort of awe.stricken respect, he salu
ted nobody. but passed out into tn
street like some mournful spectre, no
terrible, but unutlerably sad. Then VI
heard the clank of his harness in th
ante-room, and once his sword smot
against his epurs as he girded it on
Then be was gone. His appearance hat
served but to emphasize Captain Bol
tons statement, that che used to have
son."
The Green's messenger, who hae bee
interrupted by the solemn apparitio
above mentioned, threw hack his heao
perhaps to get hetter view OF his sui
|ject, took long pull at his cigar, finish
ed his coffee, began his liquor, aud the
went on with his story.
"Yes, as was saying, Field Marsha
Count Eisenberg had son, who va
one of the finest young men In the arm.
He was in light cavalry regiment, an
all the girls went mad about him 70
never ssw fellow hetter built, or viii
more downright pluck and 60 in bin