The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1884-07-17

tOu81s I0m1fko0 vA000leue TO Ben.
thorpe in stern tone. I'm Rlad to
hear firing; it shows that the garrison
are still holding out.
Yes. Now to rescue Cicely," said
Benthorpe with grim smile. "For
once shall become acombatant officer,
and shall use my sword to wound and
slay, instead of saving life. The black
hounds deserve neither pity nor con-
alteration. they have committed so
many atrocities"
Every man Of the British army shared
these sentiments to the full, and resolved
that, whenever the shock of battle
came, to neither ask for nor give quar-
ter to such dastardly foemen.
Swords leaped from steel scabbards,
and for moment both horses and men
were almost as motionless as statues.
Then came the clarion notes of the
trumpet, sounding the charge, and away
went our brave fellows, straight as an
arrow from q well-bent bow, for the
enemy.
The relief had come not moment too
soon, for when the first British sabre
descended on the head of rebel Sepoy,
q hand-to-hand fight was going on be-
tween the garrison and the mutineers.
Vandeleur and Benthorpe kept close
together and thrust and parted, and
gave downright blows, as they made
their way through swarms of dusky foe
men, whose faces blanched before the
courage displayed by the British SOL
diers, who if we'll handled, are always
invincible until they fight with their
brothers, the Americans.
At last Vandeleur was able to take
General Coghland by the hand, and to
congratulate him.
"Where is Miss Coghlan?" Ben
thorpe asked.
''She was safe moment ago."
"By heavens! that's her voice calling
for help!" exclaimed Vandeleur, as,
squirting his horse forward, he rode in
that direction, followed by Benthorpe,
both of whom saw the woman they
loved in the arms of an officer of sowars
irregular cavalry, who was we'll
mounted, and at that moment was rid
ing off with his lovely prize.
Both men rode after the wretch eager
to be the first to rescue Cicely.
1t was race for love, and promised
to be a long one, for the rebels horse
was powerful animal, and kept up a
good place, in spite of it's double burden.
Once out upon the open plain the chase
became exciting, for the sowar, seeing
himself pursued, put forth every effort
to outdistance his foes, from whom he
would meet no mercy if overtaken.
Vandeleur being light weight and
good rider, was gradually heading
away from his friend Benthorpe, when
his horse caught his foot in hole and
stumbled.
This gave Benthorpe the advantage,
and he was not slow to use it, for he
shot ahead with grim smile of pleas
ure, and was pleased to find that he was
gaining on the sowar.
Suddenly the fellow wheeled half
round, and taking deliberate aim fired
at his pursuer, whose horse was hit and
fell under him.
By this time Vandeleur rode up,
when Benthorpe shouted:
Frank, win her-save Cicely"
Vandeleur's answer was to wave his
hand; as he kept straight on, like a
bloodhound on the scent of death.
by heavens !" he Kissed between his
clenched teeth, hell escape me after
all if I'm not CAREFUL"
Snatching pistol from the holster,
he fired, but the cap only snapped.
With an anathema of disgust, he pro-
duced it's fellow, and being a noted
shot, fred this time with success, for
the sowar reeled in the saddle: and. fell
to the ground, still, however, holding
Cicely in his arms.
When Vandeleur's sword entered the
rebels body it was only just in time to
save Cicely's life; another moment, and
the fellows dagger would have been
plunged into her heart.
:
The war is over, and in dear old
England Major Vandeuleur stands at
the alter with Cicely Cbghlan, Ben
thorp being best man.
Twas not till the honeymoon was
over that Frank told his wife of the lit
tie incident of "Who Wins?"