The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1884-10-15

Every man Of the British army shared
these sentiments TO the full, and re-
solved that, whenever the shock of bat
tie came, to neither ask for nor give
| quarter to such dastardlT foemen.
Swords leaped from steel scabbards.
and for moment both horses and men
were almost as notionIess as statues.
Then came the clarion notes OF the
trumpet, sounding the charge. and
/ away went our brave fellows, straight
as an arrow from well-bent bow, for
the enemy.
The relief had come not moment
too soon, for when the first British sa-
bre descended on the head OF a rebel
Sepoy, hand-to-hand fight was going
on between the garrison and the mutt
neers.
Vandeleur and Benthorpe kept close
together, and thrust and parted. and
gave downright blows, as they made
their way through sWarms of dusky
foemen, whose faces blanched before
the courage displayed by British SOL
diers, who, if well-handled, are always
inyineible.
At last Vandeleur was able to take
General Coghlan by the hand, and to
congratulate him.
Where is Miss Coghlan?" Ben
thorpe asked.
"She was safe moment ago."
''BY HeaSensl that's her voice call
| ing for he1p!" exclaimed Vandeleur, as,
squirting his horse forward, he rode in
that direction, followed by Bcnthorpe,
both of whom saw the woman they
loved in the arms of an officer of sowara
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, ca
ger to be the first to rescue Cicely.
1t was race for love, and promised
to be long one, for the rebels horse
was powerful animal, and kept up
good pace. in spite of its double bur-
| then.
Once out upon the open plain the
chase became exciting, for the sowar,
seeing himself pursued, put forth every
effort to outdlstance his foes. from
whom he would meet no mercy if over
taken.
Vandeleur being a lightweight. and
good rider, was gradually heading
away from his friend Benthorpe, when
his horse caught its foot in a hole and
stumble ##f# Ess#
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 fred
at his pursuer. whose horse was hit and
fell under him.
BY this time -Yandeleur rode up,
when Benthorpe shouted:
Frank. win her-save Cicelyi'
Vandeleur's answer was to wave his
hand, as he kept straight on, like
bloodhound ongthe scent of death.
sBy Heavens!' he Kissed between
his clenched teeth. "he'll escape me af-
ter 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 its fellow, and being q noted
shot, fired this time with success, for
the sowar reeled in the saddle. and fell
to the ground, still however, holding
Cicely in his arms.
When Vandcleur's sword entered the.
rebels body it was only just in time to
save Cicsly's life; another moment, and
the fellows dagger would haEe been
plunged into her heart.
"
The war is over. and in dear old
England Major Vandeleur stands at the
altar with Cicely Coghlan, Benthorpe
being best man.
Twas not till the honeymoon was
over that Frank told his wife of the lit
tie incident of f'Who Wins?"