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Ruth turned, with a breaking heart, to go up stairs. The youthful jeweller was talking to Mrs. Tascher in the hall. "Yes," he was saying, "I saw it all. She was standing leaning over the well, and was just turning to step back when she gave a sort of lurch as if she had got dizzy, and Miss Stanley reached out her hand and caught her by the shoulder.
He and Ruth scarcely spoke to each other. One day Mrs. Tascher told Ruth she must go away. "Yes, I know," answered Ruth: "I am going." She packed her trunk again this time taking all her things and went back to her aunt's. In less than a week Mrs. Tascher had a letter from her stating that she had started, under the escort of a friend of her guardian's, for Beirut. It was so great a shock to Mrs.
I do not think it would require much persuasion to induce others to accept that which is tendered you. "Madame Tascher, who has proved herself to be your true friend and relative, has just had her first interview with the Duke of Dalberg, the member of the provisional government.
I was tried ten days after by a military commission, and acquitted. My own evidence was my accusation and my defence." "Ventrebleu! had I been on the court-martial, you had not been here to tell the story," said the old major, as his face became almost purple with passion. "Nonsense!" said Tascher, jeeringly. "What signifies a maître d'armes the more or the less?"
His Majesty honored her as he had done Mademoiselle Tascher, and, in company with the Empress, also attended the ball which the Grand Duke of Berg gave on the occasion of this marriage, and at which Princess Caroline presided. This was a brilliant winter at Paris, owing to the great number of fetes and balls which were given.
There M. Tascher saved himself, with Josephine and her younger sister, and there his wife bore him a third child. The parents were, however, weary with murmuring against fate, which accomplished not their wish; and so to prove to fate that this daughter was welcome, they named the child born amid the horrors of this terrific hurricane, Desiree, the Desired.
I thought of every one in turn who could be meant under the designation, but without ever satisfying my mind that I had hit upon the right one. Tascher it could not be, for the very last accounts I had seen from Germany spoke of him as with his regiment.
I recall another occasion in the life of this prince, when one of my friends was very useful to him, some particulars of which may not be without interest. The Prince of Aremberg, an ordnance officer of the Emperor, had, as we know, married Mademoiselle Tascher, niece of the Empress Josephine.
Supposing it was the epistle of which Tascher spoke, I paid but slight attention to it, when by chance I remarked it was in General d'Auvergne's handwriting. I opened it at once, and read as follows: Bivouac, 11 o'clock. My dear Burke, No one ever set off for Paris without being troubled with commissions for his country friends, and you must not escape the ills of common humanity.
On the 10th of November, 1812, during the fatal retreat from Russia, Commandant Tascher, desiring to bring back to France the body of his general, who had been killed by a bullet, and who had been buried since the day before, disinterred him, and, upon putting him into a landau, and noticing that he was still breathing, brought him to life again by dint of care.
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