Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-02-08
JUST IN TINE.


up-counuy station OF Hutta- Bagh, in
Northern India, had gone out upon the
veranda with his wife and mis- two
guests the colonel and major of the ---th
light infAntry-tc enjoy the cool Of the
evening.
On three sides the house was surround
ed by It's compound, large inclosed
space, serving ;he purpose OF courtyard
but the iouryl WAS only separated by |,
small patch of aarden from the pubic
road, along which 4 number Of native
women were passing with Their little
pitchers on their heads.
The sight q; Them naturally turned the
conversation upon a favorlte subject with
ali Ang u Indians, viz, the character ef
the natives. and the best method of deal
lng y lin them.
'.Theye's Only one way" said the colo
nei cmahatlcaly. Tell 'em what they re
to do, make 'eln do i, and thrash EN-
well if they don't. That's my way"
We'll, venture to differ from You
there, co!one," said Mr.. Currie, quietly.
I've had to Go some thrashing once or
:wice, own, but most Of my native SER
wants seem to get along very well with
out it, and they serve me eXcellent'y, |
assure you "
y wish you'd been IN my place then, >
retorted the co.ouci you'd have changed
your opinion. I ~ rrant. Why, the year
before last, when had charge OF two
bat;alioas OF the ra>caIs down at Suffice
poor, because there WASH t another queens
ri.
founded tuck. There was no getting any
thing cone unless did it myself. BY
Jove. sir. had to he everything at once
my own Quartermaster, my own ser
geant-major, my own caterer and
''And your own trumpeter, Colo1el
Annesley:n asked Mrs. Currie, with an
arch smile.
The coionels broad face Redeemed
ominously, and an explosion seemed i'm
minent when sudden clamor OF angry
voices from the road below drew them all
TO the front of the veranda.
The cause Of the disturbance was WIS.,
bic al a glance. Two half-drunken En-
glish soldiers, staggering along the road,
had come into violent contact with a ma
tive boy who was running past; and one
Of them, engaged AT the collision. had
felled tins poor lad to the ground, and
was unclasping mis- own belt with the
evident intention of beating him unmer
cifully.
Serve the young whelp right" shout
ed the colonel, rubbing his hands; 'that S
Just what they all want"
The other officer. Major Armstrong
populary called Major Strongarm, was a
hugc, brawny, silent, man whose forte lay
in acting rather than in talking.
During the whole discussion he had
sat like great bronze statue, never ut
tering word; but ut the sight OF this
man ill-using this child, he woke up
rather startingly.
To leap to the ground twelve feet be-
low. to dart across the garden, to vault
over the hlgh stockade beyond, was the
work of the athletic major; and in anoth-
er instant he had raised the fallen boy
tenderly from the ground, while saying
TO the foremost soldier, in the low, com
pressed tones OF man who means what
he says:
''Be off with YOU
And who the deuce are you, shown
yer nose in where you amt wanted!'
roared the infurlated ruffian, to whose
eyes the majors plain evening dress bore
no token OF being an officer; ".jlst you =
The sentence was never finished.
At the sound Of that lnsolent defiance,
Armstrong; soreiy tried patience gave
way altogether; and the powerful right
hand which had hewed its way through
a whole squadron of Sikh cavalry. fell
like Il siedge-hammer upon his oppo-
nent's face, dashlng him to the ground
as If be had been blown from the mouth
of Gun.
"WciI done, Major Armstrong;" shout
cj Mr. CUrrie, from above. You de
serve your name. and no mistake.
At that formidable name, the soldier
took to his heels at once; and Armstrong,
without even thinking of his PROSTATE
antagonist, proceeded to examine the
hurts OF the boy.
The latter was sorely bruised in many
places, and the blood trickled freely over
his swarthy face; but the little hero still
did his best to stand erect. and to keep
down every sign of the pain which he
was enduring.
you re a brave lad, and you'll make
soldier some day said the major to
him III Hindoostauce. Come with me
and I'll see that no one moests YOU
again
The lad seized the huge brown hand
winch had defended him so bravely
and kissed it With the deepest reverence;
and the two walked away together.
Six months have come and gone, and
Mr.. Currlc's hospitabe house presents a
very different spectacle. The pretty gar
den is trampled iuto dust and mire. and
the bodies of men and horses are lying
thick among the fragments of the halt
destroyed stockade-
All the windows Of the house are block
ed up, and through the loopholed walls
peer tie muzzles of ready rifles. showing
how steady the besieged garrison stands
at bay against the countless enemies,
whose dark, fierce faces and glitterlng
weapons are visible amid the ha.f-ruined
building and matted thickets all around.
The Sepoy mutiny of 1857 is blazing
sky-hign over Northern India, and Col