Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-05-05

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sion.
In those days civilians were as
quick as soldiers to recognize the
sounds of cannon, for they heard
them nearly as often. The firing
came from the direction OF the Black
Forest, at least fifty miles off, but
plainly audible to them at their high
elevation.
The young man in the carriage
stood and listened as intently as the
postillion. After an interval of a
minute or so a fresh report doomed
out, then several together, after
which all was silent.
The young man took up from the
seat of the carriage telescope, with
which he scanned the plain below
him for several minutes.
AT last he said, as if satisfied:
There's nothing to prevent us 60
ing on, Hans. AS soon as the hUrs-
es are dry, start them up"
The postillion touched his hat
again, and the carriage moved on,
the way now being downward to-
ward the plain.
They had not gone very far be-
fore they came on another travelling
carriage, halted by the roadside !;
and the cause of its stoppage was
made manifest by the fact of one Of
the hind wheels having come off.
The owner, the postillion and a
peasant were trying to raise the car
riage as they came up, to replace
the wheel and the first named of
these, a gentleman in sort Of half
military uniform, hailed the other
vehickle, crying;
"Hola Come and help us. Don't
you see we've lost linch-pin ?'
The tone of this gentleman was
not only authoritative, but rude /;
and he called out as if he had right
to say what he pleased to any one.
The fair young man in the first
carriage looked quietly at the wreck, 4,
and perceiving that the postillion
and peasant had already got the ak
le up on rest and were fixing the
wheel, he answered coolly:
81 think you can get along with
out us, and / am in hurry to reach
Munich"
AS he spoke his eyes met those OF
the gentleman in the road, and the
latter uttered an exclamation of sur
prise.
"Who are you? I've seen your
face before"
The fair young man smiled slight
Iy.
"No doubt, prince. have seen
yours, too. You are Prince Ferd1-
nand of POtsdaro and the last man
+ ever expected to see here when
fighting IS going on"
Up prince looked at him in a
suubtful sort of way, as if undecided
| whether to show anger or not-but
he replied:
"You know me. Now then, who
are you, my FREUD ?''
The fair young man smiled again.
"Not your friend, prince, on any
account. l am Graf Gabriel Won
Schwartz, of the Hanoverian army,
travelling for my health"
The prince eyed him suspiciously.
"Hanoverian? l never saw you
in any town of Hanover. / have
seen you in Paris. You're French
man."
The Hanoverian count, as he had
announced himself, shrugged his
shoulders and got out of the carriage.
He came up to the Prussian prince
and said to him with the utmost pO-
liteneSS
"Permit me, prince, to remind
you that | am the Graf Won
Schwartz, and that any man who
doubts my word will have to an
s"er for i4I0t thf-; neTU0hou stralgnI
,utn the ewes of the prince, and the
latter uuafled ever so little, though
he retorted:
"Then if you are what you say
Won are, YOU are the living image
IF - man ! met at Paris two months
ago" .,
The Graf Won Schwartz answered
"Iam a Hanoverian, sir. DO you
believe it or not" ..-
"And the prince answered, hastl-
"Of course; if you say so, must
believe it. Where have you come
"From Innspruck," replied the
Schwartz. 81 am going to Munich
and thence to the town OF Ulm
Understand me, prince, L am In a
hurry. and you cannot be alloWeo
to follow me too closely. You VIII
need a new linch-pin in your car
riage. / will send one back IRON
the next post-house. You VIII lne
if best to wait here for it."
81 shall do no such thing retorteC
the prince, hastily. What do yol
think | am made of? shall go OF
with what sort of a wooden PIN
can make here" ,u,
"You will not go forward till
have sent you back linch-pln,
said Count Gabriel, sternly. ID
/ Won understand, sir? You and | d'
not travel together any further thai
a niece of level ground"
The prince started back and flush
ed deeply as he answered.;
"Sir, do you wish to pick a quar-
rel 2" .o.,
, "You have described my inten
? tion with entire accuracy" answer
= ed Gabriel, with profound DOW
"Efther YOU do as L order, or w
: must cross swords here and now, a
once" -, a..
"Then we'll do it," cried Tn
prince, in an angry tone. I'm nc
to be hectored by any stranger tina
! comes along. I've swords In III
I carriage" So 49,
/ $50 have l." responded the otheI
0 sluiling, and in moment both ra
to their respective vehicles an
: came back, each with a pair
t swords in his hand, while the po
j. tiIlions looked on with amazemen
It wondering what was to happen.
o The prince of POtsdam looked
i little bit nervous, but he place
/ himself opposite the tall HahoVe
|. ian. and held out the swords, sa.
y ing: 80,
"Choose, sir"
e The Hanoverian took one, al
e threw down his own blades.
lee "This will do" he said, ,"thous
"a mine are the best, / think.
g Then each gentleman retreated
If his own carriage, threw off his u
ic per garments, and went to meet 4
"a adversary. .,-. ....
Of The swords clashed, there was
i'd short struggle, and then the Prin
of Potsdam uttered cry OF pa
re and dropped his sword. The Ha
We Overian had run him through I
~ right shoulder and disabled him |
the time.
Count Gabriel calmly wiped t
sword, picked up the scabbard, al
sheathed it, when he remarked
Potsdam:
"Now, sir, your highness p
ceives the necessity of remain