The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1886-11-18

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tried to sleep, but in vain. All ! could
do was to think. Had l seen Ludwig
Won l., or his spirita the real man or
phantomG
At last relief came. could not be
mistaken. ! heard the footsteps of a
small body of men. They approached
the shed. Yes, but not with the steady
tread of the soldier. Heavens! could it
be the Franctircurs, those bloodthirsty
gucrrillas and hycnas of the battlefield /!
/ tried to fortify myself for IN attack.
l tried to arouse my physical self. Be-
fore could rise or make move the
door of the shed was rudely opened.
A rough face showed itself. 1t was that
Of the leader Of noted guerrilla band.
The Franctircur entered. He ap-
preached, cooked his revolver, and said
with mock politeness, in broken Ger
man: Monsieur prepare TO die"
Making an effort to reach my own
weapon, at this moment ! was
startled by the words; "Not he, but
youw
Looking up saw the pallid and
frightened face of the Franctireur, and
by his side-could it be possible q
Lieut.. Won l., pointing pistol at
the heart of the assassin. The excite
ment proved too much for my shattered
nerves, and just as heard the explosion
of pistol / lost consciousness.
When l revived it was o'clock in the
morning. BY my side stood Maj. NJ,
commander of the advanced outposts,
and detachment of Saxon infantry.
"Wcll done, my lad," said tho Major,
and with that he pointed to an object
lying by my side covered with field
blanket.
"What do you mean, Major ~ I in
quired family, not understanding his re-
mark.
"Well, I mean that you have dis
patched the worst hound of guerrilla
who ever disgraccd country"
Like flash the mysterious apparltion
presented itself to my mind, and hastily
calling Corporal I badc him extract the
bullet from the dead Franctireur's
wound. Then 1 produced my revolver
and found that not shot had been fired
from it. compared the bullets used by
me with that extracted from the wound.
They were OF different weight. The
mystery was unsolvcd. Who had shot
my enemy2
The battle predicted by the staff Off
Ger was not fought on that day, and
was glad of it, for the exciting scenes OF
the previous night compelled me to rest
for some time. On the fifth day after
my adventure / received letter from
Saxony. Here it is:
."MY DEAR SIR,-Our dear son Lud-
wig breathed his last at four this morn
ing. Upon his arrival here the doctors
pronounced his case hopeless Up to s
o'clock last evening his recovery seemed
assured. At that hour he suddenly grew
restless, called out your name three OF
four times and cxclaiming, beware OF
the Franctircurs ~ fell into deep slum-
Der or trance. lie remained in this con-
dition until 3 o'clock, when he arose up
with start, fell back upon the bed un.
conscious, and at o'clock died in his
mothers arms.
"With best wishes,
| "Your obedicnt servant,
GEORGE ALEXANDER VoN L."
My story is finished. Inecd only ado
that the ball extracted from the body O
the Franctireur corresponded in weigh
with those in the revolver Of my deceased
friend, and this discovery made the mys
terry still darker.
Up to this day I cannot explain tn
strange transpirings of that night befor
Paris. Can youG--Detriot Free Press.