The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1885-05-07

Dicks experience of the sex, large rs
it was, did not include woman of this
kind. Her beauty. her tragedy. her
cloquence. her romance, and certain
fascination about her fairly tool; his
breath away. lie did not know what
to do. Double : he was in the land of
romantic adventure; but this was be-
yond any he had ever dreamed.
My lady," said he, so far as one
arm can help you to vengeance on the
cowardly French brutes. this shall. But
meanwhile you'd best come with me to
Escalona. You won't get much to eat
there; but you'll be safe, and that's the
great thing"
Safe! As if cared for safety-and
among the Portuguese scum: | beg par
don OF your uniform, sir. but net of the
Englishman inside. | swear to YOU by
all the saints in heaven that l will not
turn back. | will 20 on or | will die;
but go backward from vengeance
no.
Madam" exclaimed Dick, lit is i'm
possible. 1t musn tit can't be. Do
! YOU know that the French army is not
many miles beyond that river; and
their fOragers don't pay heed to which
bank they forage on, as our bellies
| know? You're as safe to fall in with
their scouts if you 90 farther as you
sit there. Can't be. indeed-it sha MT
be. You must be my prisoner, Count
eSs. It's for your own sake"
Then She turned her horse,
and was off, before Dick had fairly
seen she was no longer there.
AM prudent man would have let
her 90, and, when he returned to his
quarters. held his tongue. But to Dick
Blackthorn it was horrible to think of
what would happA should she fall into
the hands of French marauders. He
had seen something already of the
fouler side of war, and none of its
glory. He ceased to be a SOldier-or,
maybe, became one; at any rate, he
urged his horse up the bank and was
after her, as if at a foX-hunt at home.
The chase was sharp for burst over
the brown turf, and. in the dust, he al
most lost sight of her. But the burst
was soon over. In less than six min
utes he was beside her with his hand
on her bride.
"YOu are my prisoner, madam"
said he, with all the sternnesS be could
assume.
And your enemy she answered.
while her eyes flashed, and her bosom
heaved. An EDglishman, and YOU
rob 4 woman of her one hOpe-her
one! would sooner meet the French
They are devils, but they are not En-
glishmen; they are not towards, after
all"
"COwards!' cried he.
YES; towards Who but a coward
would treat a woman as you have
treated me?'
Reason in her charge there was none.
But who looks for reason in woman
who is held back from a precipice
against her viii? And her words had
Stung Dick BlackthOrn so that he al
most began to think himself the thing
she called him. If n man had said
that word! But, spoken in voice
from which angry scorn could not rob
the sweetness, and with such flashing
of eyes rs the lightning itself could
not surpasS, it was not to be borne.
He hung his head for a moment, and,
when he raised it, it was to meet such
look of agonizel appeal that his
heart seemed to melt away.
Do you know your way to the
Spanish lines?" aske1 he
III must hold by the river, l suppose.
Do yOu know"
" Not Il hang. Do you know how
far?''
mo. How should L know?"
And you're all alone.'
"All alone she sighed.
Poor Dick BlackthOrn had been in
many scrapcS. but never in one l. Ike this
in all his days. Discipline had to be
observed; and what account could he
give OF himself for absence. when the
prcSage of coming battle filled all the
air? 1t might, for all he could tell,
take days to reach the Spanish lines.
And though many a good soldier is
missing after battle, who would be
found missing before? He might tell
some lie; but then a Bla ckthorn was
always safe TO be found out if ever he
ventured on lie. But then, how, as Il
man, could he leave woman like this
to make her way alone? 1t was not:
How could he force her back-that
question had been settled long ago. On
one side honor and duty; on the other,
beauty in peril.
He possessed single COMA SIX
pence with a hole in (which Kate or
Nellie or Susan or Mary had given him
for love and luck; he forgot which, but
he had kept it for her sake, all the
IL l.. - Il,
Heads, go back-tails, go on. Hang
it all, its heads. I'll try again-two
out of three. Tails this time Now for
the third. Heads, by all that's blue!
Go back. that means. No; it was tails,
turning tail. You know. for 90 back;
and heads for going ahead; that's 60
ing on. Which was it, Countess? I'm
hanged if | know"
Il know nothing of lamentations"
said she. ''-4u recUir, sir You have
meant we'll"
On she rode.
''Was it heads, or was it tails?" he
brooied. Yes; it waS tails. Woman
wins.
The coin was not made BY mortal I
mint against which. when twirled by |
Dick BlackthOrn's thumb, woman |
would not have won. But he had done |
his best. And, having done his best.
he threw al doubts away. and gave !
himself up to the hour, only wishing
that his Portuguese uniform were not !
quite so threadbare and stained. Why F;
mad he not a pair of epaulcttes? He
vowed TO win them before they had rid
den a league. 1t is not every day that
one champions beautiful Spanish
Countess, a heroine of romance besides,