The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1886-01-15

you let me have onef"
"Yes. sir" was the reply. 1--WE hav,
two or three clever fencers What kiuf
of hoss do you want?"
IL want weight" answered Barbsly, 70,
it was he. Il don't care about his points
so long as he is heavy horse"
The ostler stared, but led the way int
the stable. and exhibited an animal thai
looked like heavy dragoon's charger.
There's the animal you want, sir"
Hell do, said Barlsly, and handing
the man half-a-crowr to refresh his mem
ory he retired.
The following morning was anything
bnt an inviting one, misty. damp and
drlzz!ing. There was fair meet, how
ever, and n fox was soon found
St. Alhans' horse was just getting into
his stride when he perceived rider com
ing across the field towards him. sec
ond look. and he recognized Barbsly.
what on earth does he want with me e.
thought st. Albsns. "Perhaps he il eoino
to try the horsewhip on me. It will be
worse for him if he does. ANYHOW I
shant get out of his way"
In fact, it would have been rather diff
! hcult to have done so.
! The major was riding close to an i'm
mense builhnch, and unless he had pulled
IN 1t would have been impossible to have
! avoided him.
| Nearer and nearer approached the two
| horses. and st. Albans called out:
Where are you ridingi Look where
you are comingw
81 am riding at you, Henry St Albans."
replied Barbsly; "and now am going TO
nave my revenge, curse youl"
Now st. Albans saw his danger.
he was mounted on delicate, highly
bred animal, in comparison to which the
other was dray-horse
II they met he was bound to bo over
thrown, and at the pace thoy were going
the consequences would most likely be
fatal.
The major did not fear dcath-op the
contrary, he had courted it several times
in the last few months; but he did not
want Marcus Barbsly to have the salts
faction Of being the cause Of it.
The only chance he had now was to get
ahead by means of increased speed. and
he encouraged his horse by whiD and
spur. But Barbsly had well calculated
his angle, and in another half minute the
collision must occur.
suddenly Ba1bsly's animal caught his
foot in q rabbit burrow, stumbled. and fell
heavily, throwing his rider over his
head against the trunk of a tree close to
the hedge.
st. Adams immediately pulled up. and
one or two others rode over and dis
mounted. They raised him and felt his
pulse, but his heart had ceased to beat.
His neck was broken
Our concluding scene is in the Trans
vaal. For hours our gallant men had
been fighting against better armed and
more numerous body of the enemy.
Their ammunition was expended, but
still they were not conquered.
The casualties during the engagement
were enormous, and the Beers. with their
usual good feeling, not satisfied with the
execution they had committed, were
amusing themselves by firing at the hos
pital tent in spite of the red cross banner
that waved above it.
RE surgeons were almost worn out,
or,,l ri - - been for the assistance of
SOM. rrl,la- ,,,;,,4,,T. :. zen, who, following
NIiss N;-b.;-l-ai,s 80. ll. = example, had
left country and comfort to attencr.
poor wounded soldiers, heaven only
knows what they would have done.
"Sister Hyacinth," exclaimed one of the
medical men, assist me for a moment
herei see if you can get a little brandy
down his throat"
Sister Hyacinth approached. and, rails
ing the pallid face, upon which the dew
Of death had already commenced to gath
er, placed the canteen TO his lips.
As her gaze fell upon the well-remem-
bered features, spasmodic cry burst /
forth:
Harry"
The sound Of that sweet and weIl-Ioved
voice recalled the f1eeting spirit, and St.
Adams opened his eyes.
Isabel" he muImured, 'is it really
your Now can die happy"
"I)o not talk of dying, my darling"
cried Isabel. Live for my loyel ! was
wrong. Harry, to send you away know
LII now, but it was my wicked pride.
Will you forgive me. HarryR"
Il esj thousand times yes" replied
Harry. This if happiness-to know
hat you still love me. Now shall q
lence content"
mo. no, Harry" walled Isabel; ayou
must live for me. You must not-shaH
lot der
'-One kiss, darling~ murmured the dy-
ng man, opening his arms.
She threw herself upon his breast with
litter sobs, and their lips were pressed
ogether.
Suddenly a well known whistIing sound
7as audible, and rifle-b bullet, fred from
he hill above, entered the tent
1t struck Isabel behind the shoulder
nd penetrated transversely through her
)ver's left breast
They were killed by the same ball.
'cked in each others arms, and they He
the same grave, in a far off land.
Mrs. Austen's eldest daughter is chris
med Isabel. and when Lucy and Horace
re engaged in the delightful occupation
"babv Worship" they frequently speak
her unfortunate namesake, and how
le was 'WoS FOR A WAGER"
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