Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1886-06-10

meaus wine shop.
"Come Look out that your sword
does not clank. yet be ready to use it
If need be. Now follow me. Look
neither to the right nor to the left.
Are you ready? So Fo1eard :
MARCH y
AS they passed out upon the corri.
dor, closing the door behind them.
Otho saw the warder prone upon the
pavement, and his sensitive olfacto-
ries detected the presence of the pow
erful anssthetic that held him in
thrall.
On that corridor they were at lib
erty to move as they pleased; for,
though there was 4 post of observa.
tion, commanding that whole floor,
yet the officer whose duty it was to
occupy it was the warden who now
lay senseiess, and whose KEYS the SEN
tinel has taken into his own posses.
sion.
Mark YOU" whispered the liberia.
tor, when they had reached the head
Of the stairs, and were about to des-
cend, 1--WE have our greatest risk di.
rectly ahead. The sentiuels below
have Just come on, and In ay not be wake
ful enough to be over-inquisitive. We
must make them believe that We have
been relieved, and that We stopped
behind to help N. Jourbert examine
cell"
will they not know at once that |
am not true National Guardsman ."
asked Ohio.
Not if YOU hide your face as best
as YOU can. They know not me. |
came on last evening for the first time
only entered the service Yesterday;
enlisted on purpose for this bit of
work. O, God send that it prove u
success Now-Eor,cardi March :"
At the foot Of the stairs was door.
which the Jealous sentinel unlocked
with a key taken from the pocket of
the warder, as they We're ready to
step forth, he called out, initiating the
gruff tones of the warder as closely as
possible
There off you go: and thank you
for your help"
"You are entirely welcome; but
you've robbed me Of nigh half an
hours sleep, nevertheless. Good night,
N. Jourbert.'
These last words were upon his lips
as he stepped forth into the lower hall,
and the sentinel there standing sup.
posed. naturally enough, that he was
addressing the warder of the floor
above.
Now, comrade," said our expert.
mentiug guardsman to the sentinel
there stationed, "ifyou will let us out,
We will be grateful. Mr.. Jourbert has
kept US to help him care for prisoner
who was inclined to be restive."
Certainly, comrade." Aud with
l.!K,..a- A1,a ,a-S,.al IL
cred the twain forth into the vestibule,
whence they made way to the open
court.
Now, my boy, mark me once more;
am Pierre Dubois; you are Julien
Bizen-both of the National Guard.
have in my pocket pass, signed by
Colonel de Breze-or it will answer
for his signature. l think it will set
us free. Come
Boldly they entered the office Of the
nightkeeper where Pierre exhibited
his pass. Fortune favored the adven-
turers at every turn. This keeper was
a plethoric, heavy-eyed man, dull and
sleepy. He read the pass, gave it
back, and with only grunt, and a
growl at being disturbed, he got up
and opened the way for the anxious
twain to go free.
In the uniform OF the National
Guard, and with the pass of Col. Breze,
it was easy matter for the fugitiyes
to make their way to the outer fortiti-
cations. whence they had no difficulty
in slipping through into the German
lines, where they were received with
great rejoicing.
During the winter Of lS75-.6 Col.
Alphonse de Ereze was called, by
business Of state, TO the Prussian cap
itsl, and while there he went to the
theatre. The play advertised on the
occasion Of his first visit was called
"Tke Gudrdsnsan," the leading charac.
ter of which was a rollicking, fun
making soldier Of the French National
Guard, said character being enacted
BY a Berlin favorite, Martin Esau
When the guardsman made his ap'
pearance on the stage De Breze was
electrified. With the first effort o.
thought he recognized the man-hi.