The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1885-04-29

No Portuguese could have gwen that
blow. Inc woman turned to run; but
Dick, catching her by the arm he might
or might not have broken-not all his
chivalry could care whipped off his
belt and bound both wrists behind her
as tightly as there was need. I'm
hanged il I can disgrace an honest bull
let on you," said he; "but now rob the
dead and kill the dying if you can. And
don't, the next time you come across an
Englishman In Portuguese coat, think
he's Portuguese. you Spanish devil.
There! if you can get out of that strap.
I'm done by woman again. No; not
by woman, though. You're no more
woman than that hound there Is .
man."
He bent over the soldier whom he
had been Just in time to save, II saved
he still were. Oh, for thimble-
full of brandy, or even Of Castillan
wine! The man was alive; though but
Just alive. And yet what could be
donep 1t was strange, but he seemed
to know the face; but then the m oon-
light plays queer tricks with features,
and the uniform was that which he
himself had worn for few days in the
course of his rolling. 1t must have
been some brother recruit, who had
been more faithful to the Kings shillin 6
than he. Well, was it not better, after
all, to die like this, like an English
soldier, than to live 10 be taken for o
Portuguese ghoulp
He saw something glittering in the
moonlight in the young soldiers breast.
It was ring that the vulture had torn
off Just before the carbine struck it and
the knife out of her hand-a plain gold
ring, with no ornament but the posy
round it,
"LoUe wiH find o,4 The toay."
That, too, struck familiar chord.
Dick had heard his own sister Patience
sing it in a song hundred times. Poor
young fellow! it was a wedding ring,
too. = No doubt some love or marriage
token, though on a mans hand. A
dead wife's, perhaps. Poor fellow, any
way! Dick replaced it on the finger
tenderly, almost reverently, andy
surely, the pulse throbbed as flesh
touched gold. NO." swore Dick
chang me If can leave him there. He
might have been comrade-ay; might
have been-might have been. That's
the way of the world. And love find
out that wayP Love, indeed! Love bt
-hanged!'
With hard work enough, Dick, ignor
ing the vulture who sat sullenly among
his quarry, got the soldier upon hi
horse, and walked beside, supporting
him with shoulder and arm. Thsi
horse had surely earned his retirement
these three days.
1t would be hard work TO reach Es-
calona, walking and weighted, even Il
the road should be clear.
But clear it proved; and, all faint ans
weary, and having slept even while
walking, and sometimes having
dropped by the way out Of sheer fatigue
at length he saw the lights Of a litti'
town twinkle into view. He knew NJ
longer whether the young soldier wa
dead or alive. But either way he mus
carry him in now and get him buried
killed by soldier or surgeon matteret
little now. As to what account he wa
to give OF himself 10 his own command
ant he was infinitely too sleepy to care
There are times when q weary ma
would be as soon hanged as not, 5
long as he has not the trouble of dom
the work with his own hands-and thi
was one OF those times.
fro BE CONTINUED.