The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-10-21

" the outbreak or the Fran
SRC% co-Prussian War he brave
ly went to the front with the gallant
a01st Chasseurs, distinguished himself
at Gravelotte, and had the honor of
being mentioned in dispatches; but
even glory has its unpleasant side. He
was at length taken prisoner and
packed off to Prussia with a large
Batch Of comrades, there to await an
exchange at the close of the campaign.
Now, what was a fascinating, hand
some lieutenant of Chasseurs to do
with himself while on parole in for
eign land?
The question almost answers itself.
Sauntering one evening by the side of
the little River l., and bewailing
his lot, Adolphe's attention was arrest
ed by the yelping of a small dog and
the angry remonstrance Of another.
Intermingled with these sounds were
some Of sweeter tone proceeding from
the lips OLA damsel. In an instant
Latour was at her side. He had only
been deprived of one war to be present
at another. Not, however, this time
between two nations. Yet was the
present encounter no uniting type
Of the conflict from which he had been
banished. Here lay poor, unready, I'M
disciplined France in the guise of
white Pomeranian. There Prussia,
aggressive and strong, stood over her
In the form of a sturdy bull terrier.
No wonder the little one yelped; no
wonder the conqueror "chortled;" no
wonder the girl, type of Europe, cried
In passive coincidence, Zach yomes
Kind! Ach, Susschenw
AdOple instantly realized the situa-
lion, and did what England thought
better to shrink from. With his strong
right hand he seized on the sturdy bull
terriers windpipe; another moment
and Franco mean Susschen-is free!
Next was the foe conjured to Ego
home" and Ito bed" and admonished
with "Ughs' and "Ahas;" So criti-
cally licking his lips as one who would
say, 81 like the taste of that dog" the
delinquent scampcred hastily home.
To attend to Fraulein was our hero's
next care.
II trust your dog is not hurt?" said
he, in very bad German.
To which she replied, in very good
French:
"Oh, monsieur, how can thank
your
Becoming aware that Fraulein
speaks his own language much better
than he does hers, Latour rejoins, with
q gallantry he never could have as
sumed while fourdering in foreign
tongue:
believe me, mademoiselle, if sep
nrating one dog from another procures
me the pleasure / now experience,
trust that occupation may be my daily
task for the rest of ny stay in your
country"
! OF course, AColphe took the oppor-
funity of escorting her to her home,
for fear Of further accidents. Strange
ITO say that on the morrow yet again
he found an excuse for calling on
mademoiselle at the Red Farm. This
time he was introduced to the young
aadys mother, and learned that her
name was Frau Berne-that the daugh-
ter, Sophie.
How happily the hours passed! But,
like the last interview, it few away.
alas! with wings as swift as medita-
tion.'
'Au revoir. hope" says he, as he
leaves her at the gate.
4 e1,.
must learn to speak German"
Twill you teach me?"
81 will try"
And SO their intimacy began.
I One day Adolphe and Sophie found
themselves seated side by side on a
little bench under one of the largest
apple trees in the sunny orchard
They had been silent for more than
"a minute, when the silence was brok-
EN- thus:
He: There is one sentence. and one
only, | can speak in German with con-
fidence. / know that it is true, and
truth makes me speak it without hest
Hation.'
She: "Yesy
He: Cannot you guess it,"
She: mo"
Slowly his arm creeps round the
Coung girls waist. Gently he draws
her toward him, anC softly whispers
'Ich liebe dich."
She answers with q sigh of great
content And as she timidly raises
ger eyes and they meet his, he knows
hat Ec is loved in return.
II.