The Benton weekly record. [volume] (Benton, Mont.) 1880-1885, 1884-05-10

and ''turned in'' some hours since. The
officer of the deck, night-gIass in hand,
paced the "bridge" or leaned over the rail
and watched the lights ashore; while the
But these were not alone on deck; on the |
bullring of the atter-gun the pale and tear
less widow sat, still as shadow, and peer
ed through the darkness shoreward 10 |
where the Eighteenth's lights cleaned
from the Great Dagon. Such was her
nightly wont, and officers and men had be-
come so accustomed to it that she some
times sat there till after midnight, unheed-
ed and forgotten.
The young officer still chased with his
eyes the restless lights, and dreamed
dreams the while Of home and Of a sweet
heart; the gruff old quarternas ter paced
up and down and thought Of prize money
and the cold woman.' Neither had eye
or thought for the poor lady--they were
so used to her lonesome ways, dye see
else they might have found something un-
usual in the anxiety with which she watch
ed singular object in the water astern-
only an empty canoe drifting toward the
ship! Not drifting either; for now, that
point them out to you, you can see two
black heads, with long hair twisted in a
barbaric knot behind, peering war1ly above
the water in front OF the boat, which
seems TO follow Them
The love-lorn YOungster, or the gruf Old
quartermaster on priZemoney intent, did
look toward the bullring q little later and
) saW-nothing; the lady was gone. Whith-
t passed them unobserved. But that was
t easy to decide; her Light still burned, her
state-rOOm was open and vacant. Where
+ then was she? Good heavens. it could not
t bc-and vet it must-poor lady, poor
baby. They gave the alarm; they reused
the ship; Il gun was fired; a search was
r made-in vain. Alas, it must be so. 'She
l has gone to join her huSband.'
True but not tbat way, gruf, old quar-
termaster; not hGt way, sentimental las.
? ter's mate. Stop thinking about her
have ears and brains for your duty. Wha
: was that shot on shore? And, hark now
f another, and another, and anothert The
0 alarm is given in the British lines; the
= sentries have discharged their pieces anl
Il run in. See! the place il all ablaze will
/, lights, every pO0nghee-hOuse is iIlumin-
u In ,f4h n
0 the Golden DHgon. with its griffin Warders
c from here. They are beating to arms
II the crumpet sounds the "assembly." w WAa
c0utd that first and solitary shot mean?
r All! my nautical friends, while you
It sapient pates were busy guessing, that pal
II of barbaric black heads have dri1ted un
j. der the stern again, and the same cano
t has Grifted with thcm-not empty thi
G time; for, look again, and you will St
II that her light is 10 longer burning, an
d her state-ro0m door is closed; "nd--can
2. be?-yes, you do hear her breathing
Is Wait. spare your heads the guessing;
+ will all be cleared up for you one day
e Wait till you dare TO ask Norah Fal!o
e why she makes so much Of that withere
a white rose.
"a General CodWin's next dispatch to til
Of Governor General contained a curious pa&
t, sage On the night Of the 10Th the can
le t0nments were thrown into disorder by
le false alarm, caused by the mysterious dis
)e charge Of Il pistol in the talipOC grove
le which incIoses the grave Of the late Adju
/ tant F'all0n, who fell gloriously in the at
OF tack on the Dagon PagOda; the spot
N close to the sepoy lines Of Ii. NJ. Eightietl
Ny men maintained good order, answer
es ing the assembly call with remarkable ce
as Gritty, and in complete equipment. A
1e daybreak a sepoy of Major Ainslie's pickt
T. found dead boa of great size, and ey
IN IDENTIFY just killed, lying across Fallon
ID grave; also suspended to the cross by
ID blue ribbon, gold locket contained tW
g locks Of hair-a lady's and Il child's; an
r. fastened to the cross, by short Burnes
al poignard through the paper. the inclosur
.ir marked "X.'
to Enclosure X contained the following
:. E'There are no Regulations for the hea
o1 of an Irish soldiers wife. \. F."
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