The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-31

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ram came down NJ intervals IN torrents.
Ellersly demonstrated, but she laughed, say.
ing 1--WE are soldiers, You know, and must
rot be cowed by little rain"
They started, followed by Corporal Bang,
and after an hours riding gained the summit
of the mountain, along which the road ran
for mile or moro comparatively level, and
then she cried "Now for my last race and
started on tho run Bob followed as wen as
no could, and while numbering along, the
girl rapidly gaining upon him, he remem-
bered that at tho end of mile tho road
sloped down gradually to the river. and he
also remembered gully, along which ran a
path dangerous for horse, but that cut OFF
half the distance TO the point where the main
road touched the stream. Instincsively he
plunged down the deep declivity Fortunate
ly his horse, though slow, was sure-footed,
and in few minutes he gained the bank
He gained this just in time TO see his fair
fugitive enter a light boat and push into the
stream He was below the point she de-
barked, and saw before she could get hold Of
the oars that the boat, caught in the swift
stream, was floating down to where large
tree, nearly level with the water, leaned over
the stream, She would pass under this, and
running out he swung down, catching "a limb
with his knee, and caught the skiff with his
right hand. AT that instant the sharp crack
Of rifle rung out from the opposite shore,
and Bob fell wounded into the boat.
His weight nearly up ct the frail craft, but
1t righted, whirled around, and the next in
slant the girl pulled it to the shore. Leaping
to the bank she beachei the boat half its
length. and then reaching TO him said:
Are you much hurtf
81 believe so,n Unanswered, as, half crawl
ing, he worked his way out and fell upon the
ground A second shot from the same
quarter struck the ground within an inch of
his body.
"The cowardly miscreant," she said,
throwing herself upon him. IF he kills
you, he must kill me-"
Poor Bob gave grateful look and weak
smile in return for this act of devotion At
that instant the clatter of horses hoofs
were heard upon the pike. Corporal Bang
glance he dismounted. pushed the girl one
side, and picking up Ellersly as he would a
child, carried him round the bend OF the
road that made shelter from further shots.
Placing the Lieutenant timidly upon the
grass he asked:
"Are yen hit bad, Lieutenantr'
"Bad enough, Corporal" he gasped, and
then added, water"
Clara started hurriedly to the river. As
she approached the brink she took the beau
tiful little leather sack Bob had so often
eyed suspiciously from her belt, opened it,
drew out a package of papers, threw them
into the stream, and then STOPPING, filled the
sack with water When she returned Bang
was cutting the blouse from the boys
shoulder, exhibiting wound not larger than
a pea, from which the blood spurted like q
fountain. At the sight the girl nearly
tainted, but rallying administered the
draught to his eager lips.
Again the girl hurried away. Throwing
off her riding dress she took her linen under
skirt, tore it into strips, and, without yait-
ing to put on her dress, handed them to Bang,
wound. She presented strange sight to
the two men, in her short skirt, for the collar
and linen cover were displaced, and the
white column Of neck and snowy precipics
of shoulder were exposed. She did not seem
to be aware of her exposure, and started,
blushing crimson. when Bang said:
snow, miss, git on your toggery and sit
here while go for an ambulance. Give him
a sip of this times along" he continued,
handing her his canteen that seemed full of
commissary whisky. Catching Chancellor,
as the best horse Of the three, he mounted,
without waiting to change saddles, and rode
off at gallop.
The girl, once more in her riding habit,
seated herself, and putting her arms about
the wounded man drew his head upon her
shoulder, like little mother, all care and
tenderness. The storm had passed, the sun
| came out above the mountains, warm and
bright, and the hooking bird, in the cedars
near, poured out it's food of joyous melody.
The poor boys passion found utteranoe at
last, and, in words made eloquent by gaspa
and pauses, he told his love. She listened In
silence, responding only in tighter graspa
and sobs she could not repress
Her heart, in a strange agony Of grief,
was communing with itself She found in