The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-09-13
WHO WINSa

Delhi, that city of minarets, the Sc,
in former years of the Great Mogl
whose rule dominated Hindoostan, an
whose style and magnifcence reache
the ears of the inhabitants of the oil
world in such an exaggerated way as t
make people believe that the street
were paved with gold.
In the year 1867, Delhi, though shor
of its ancient splendor, was still plac
to talk and dream of.
The bazaars were filed with rare ant
costly merchandise, and streets of tn
capital contained nothing but jewelry
which was largely exported to Europe
and America.
But in a single night all this was
changed, and instead Of the hum of toll
ing thousands there came the brazer
notes of war trumpet, the boom Of
cannon, the rattle of musketry and the
flash of the naked sabres.
British valor was once more called
upon to defend the honor of Old Eng
land against nation in revolt-a hand
full, so to speak, of devoted men were
pitted against Sepoys, outnumbering
them hundred or more to one.
Two officers we're sitting in tent en-
joying weed and cup of fragrant
coffee after the toll of the day,
on which hard battle had been fought
against the enemy, victory declaring
for the side of the British.
"This a change with vengeance"
remarked Captain Vandeleur, gallant
soldier in crack cavalry regiment.
ga fortnight ago we were dancing at
Captain Coghlan's party, with his
sweet granddaughter, Cicely, as an en-
gaging partner; now we caper to diff
ferent music, with no lady friends to
smile encouragement upon us.'
"Quite right, old fellow" laughed
Cyril Benthorpe, surgeon in the corps,
and as brave and handsome a fellow as
ever used lancet to relieve suffering hui
manity. "I'm afraid we were both hard
hit in that quarter-an affection of the
heart which, perhaps, rebel bullet will
cure one of these days."
ats soldiers lot if it does,n said
Vandaleur lightly. IL had no idea,
though, Benthorpe, that you were in
the lists against me; but we needn't be
less friends for that, need we, old |
manP"
"Certainly not" said his friend,
whose face assumed more serious air
as he added: "By the way, 1 wonder
why we have received no news from the
old general. 1 hope the rebels are
giving him no trouble"
"By Jove! never thought of that.
But here comes Major Pringle, looking
ike another Bombastes Furioso, full of
news"
"Hallo, you fellows!" said the major,
'do you know that some friends of
vours are in great perilp refer to the
Joghlans; but give me some brandy
,awnee the accursed rebels kick up
UGH dust that I'm well-nigh choked."
Vandeleur helped the somewhat BIZ
'ulous major to the stimulant, while
exchanging serious glances with Ben
horpe.
"We're sorry to hear that, Pringle," !
Bnethorpe. SHOW did the
ews reach our campP''
ga fellow brought a few lines from {
be general, rolled up. and hidden in
is ear. A squadron of corps is to start t
o-night to relieve the beleagured little v
arrison, if possible, and to bring its g
1embers in" said Pringle, holding out
is glass to be refilled. c
81 should like to go, Pringle," re- S
larked Vandeleur, as he poured out a e
umper for his chief, with view of "
ropiating him. t,
$50 should l." put in Benthorpe,
agerly. q
"What, two of you badly hit in that a
rectionP" laughed Pringle. swell, h
ell, I'm no lady's man myself, and so ST
ont enter into rivalry with you fell
WIS. / have already detailed you al
9TH in orders for the smart little affair. 81
he trumpets will sound boot and sad III
e at nine. We shall have moon to W
tide us, thank good!"
When the major left, which he did in re
hurry, after his last glass of brandy at
vince, the friends sat on in silence fe
r some minutes, evidently very deeply
ncerned about the fate of Cicely B,
'ghlan, a lovely brunette, with laugh
; black eyes and hair as dark as