The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1889-02-09
A Soldiers Valor.


In little town in France, we will call Il
VI rses. although that was not its name
lived a little. fat round-faced fellow: 3
nan OF comfortable circumstances and vht
ollowed law as an occupation, though he
rarei had case, and rarely won one.
de was neat In his attire to an exactness
that approached foppery.
He had one ruling passion.
He imagined he iesembled the great Ma.
olecn. To make the remark in his pres
nee that you noticed in his features re-
'emblarce TO that of this wonderful man
# destiny would en;itle ou to good din
'er. a good cigar, champagne and m ria,
# dry. uninteresting stories with neither
poini nor merit.
So great had this idea of Napoleonic re
semblance grown in his mind that he ever,
mad pictures of all kinds Of til 1t great war.
-ior placed around his room. Above the
bed, the fire places and in every available
ildce was the immovable, quiet and
houshlful face of frances greatest ruler
md beside each face was that Of our friend
md hero, Bonhomme, who by the way " @
forgot to introduce. He even bought uni
forums similar to the ones in the pictures of
BoDaparte, and inclined his head in the
anne manner to make the resemblance
more complete. He even at one time bor-
rpwed a white horse from his friend Lefre-
'e,'the liver man, which he mounted and
With drawn sword and hand pointed to-
ward the heavens, stood for three mortal
hours in order to allow the village sign
painter to make a picture. (which for all
he worll,' looked like David's great pic
ure of Napoleon crossing the Alps. On
tnother occasion he purchaseda a gray over
coat, and hiring an artist, went TO a neigh
boring hill, where he stood with his legs
'lradded out and hands behind him, rep
resenling Napoleon at Wagram.
A II the pictures were framed and dis
layed to his visitors.
And his conversation. When not telling
pointless story or a tale of warfare, went
something like this:
II take pride in my resemblance, for you
know that the most learned physiologists
and ph siognomists say that man who
resembles great man in person 20 an ex-
treme, parlakes of his qualities. Now,
am very warlike in my nature, Just like
Napoleon" And b. the wa though
called colonel, he had never witnessed the
hedding of blood-he had never seen
-heep slaughtered, much less the destruc-
ion of a human being on a battle field
Il feel that. like him. | could conquer ma
ions with handful of men,"
He would become excited, his veins
well and lie would grasp from a must
;ase in the wall, an ancient sword and
'iash around with such fury and vehe-
nence hat his visitor would form the
opinion that no man on earth equalled in
onrase, the bravery of our hero, Bon
lomIne.
Now we must tell you that our Napo-
eonic hero loved village lass; one with
leau,iful hair and rapturous eyes that the
whole village loYed of course, named Marie
larn. He told her as he did his intimate
riends, that he lhirsted for WARRIOR DRY
for fame-lhat he might place her alon.
With himself on the throne with the rich
color and feur-de-lis triumphanty above
hem. Let me tell you again that this
ame rapIurous'eyed maiden was not i'm
ressed with The numeI Gus charms of our
'eIo, and although advised by her father,
SCARED veteran Of olden wars, to MARI
bonhomme, she persistently refused. Til,
ruth was she loved curley headed, mis-
'hievous fellow. named Maurice Rockforl.
Nnom every body said would come to ban
nd. Maurice was no hero. He did moi
ven resemble Judas Iscariot, but he wa,
more honest than Judas, and he loved the
lair Marie.
"Whatl Warl War, did you say?" was
choed through the little town of Morges
oV hurrSing aud excited people.
Warl
The guns of Germany were leveled al
France, ane IN return the war drums
hrObbed and vibrated. battle flags were
unfurled and the nation caught its breath
IS il gazed At the Overhaneing clouds.
In MUrges, the lame tonn-crier with a
irum, slalwart youth with fife, an OLD
veteran vi lattered flag of Napoleon s
lays and a horde of youngsters lrooping in
he dust, called the people Of Morges to
rms.
But two days rassed and the little town
had furnished its quota of meu Tor the
army. The. were ordered To the front.
DO you know the excitement war causesY
Ii you have seen the falling tears and know
The hearlaches and have Witnessed the part.
lngs and felt the deep grief OF those that
Kissed and even felt, as the warmth died on
their lips that II might he the last loving
oemembrance of life-you would then know
~hat war is your life behind. the fields
untitled and harvests ungarnered aud We
men made men by YOUR absence.
The streets were dusty in Morges as the
ong troop filed alOug. Cheer upon cheer
rent lbe air, and aged men aud brave wo
men shed tears as they watched the long
column, composed Of sous and husbands
and brothers march toward the field Of
battle.
Thana xssas oua -Irl -Agsr{a M arfoY - ~