The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1888-07-12

1t was noon in India The sun shGne
calmly down upon a fearful tragedy.
In bungalow crOuched a terrified
woman and child, the mother praying,
and at intervals pausing to quiet her
weeping little one; while stationed
near the door, with loaded weapons
and fierce determination upon their
faces, three gentleman awaited the ex-
pccted attack. One was Mr.. Dudley,
who for some time had been the resi-
dent of the bungalow, and the other
two were neighbors.
Suddenly horrible shout broke up
on tAeir ears, and rough hands battered
down the frail timbers of the door,
while from every side dark cloud OF
Sepoys, with faces of fiends swarmed
in.
Present arms! Fire!'
A yolley simultaneously rang from
the three muskets, but before they had
time to reload, the deadly gleam of
steel flashed through the ain.
"Oh. Harvey my husband they
have killed himr' shrieked Mrs. Dud-
ley, springing forward: but in another
moment she. too. fell, with a glittering
knife sheathcd in her heart
But not long did the swarthy beings,
who, urged on by their greed and
hatred of the white man, had been
numbering and pil!aging the innocent
inhabitants for miles around, continue
the work of carnage.
4 regiment of scarlct-cOatcd men,
rapidly riding as they had been ever
since the news of the Scpoy insurrec-
ton had reached their ears. drew near,
and surrounded the bungalow on all
sides. When they saw that they were
entrapped, the Sepoys, with cries of
baflied rage. threw down their weapons
and submitted to the force of strength
superior to their own.
Suddenly child's cry vibrated
through the air.
Papa! Mamma! Oh, speak to little
Lola."
1t was the little girl, who, terrified
to mconsciousness, had been over
looked in the murderouS work, and
who had just awakened to her peril
With a spring n Scpoy near the spot
grasped her by her floating hair and
raised his knife, which he had sue
ceedcd in keeping concealed.
DN'l tiat iaNNt liIrl'lIIt iliN llstiltt WAS
struck from the wrist, and the child
was caught against Il manly breast
savcd,-the only one left of all the
family who had so lately been in pos
session of everything that makes life
happy.
As the little one looked up into the
face OF her deliverer, her blue eyes
rested upon his features with long
penetrating gaze. strange in one so
Young; then her lips quivcred:
Il want papa, and my dear, dear
mamma"
What is your papa's name?"
"Dudley- Harvey Dudley. Oh, take
little Lola to himl''
A deep red tingcd the soldiers
bronzed cheek. Still holding her in
his arms he carried her TO his COM
manding officer.
Colonel lie Moyne paused in his
work of overseeing the menacin@ and
guarding the sullen cowardly horde.
Thank Godr' he exclaimed fervcnt-
ly, that some living thing has escaped
this dastardly outrage! To whom does
the child belong?"
Her father and mother are dead;
but | know who her relatives are, the
soldier respectfully replied.
SO the little orphaned Lola was taken
in charge by the kindly colonel, and
during her stay in the garrison the SOL
diers won her from her grief.
Happily childish sorrows are not
long-lived.
For one, the man who had snatched
her from the jaws of death, she seemed
to have conceived a passionate atfec-
ton.
When the colonel obtained leave of
absence to take his charge to England
to her relatives, for the first time the
manly soldier. to whom the ties of love
had long been 4 stranger, felt what a
blank his days would be when the fair
golden-haired darling who owed to him
her sweet young life should be gone.
Glad and grateful was the grey
haired man who received Lola from
Colonel lie Noync's hands, and
many were the expressions of thanks
he gave him for all his kind care.
You tell me that young soldier
saved her life?" he said as they parted
Take him an old mans blessing
Now that her parents are dead this
child is all have to live for. Her IA
ther was my adopted soma noble fel-
low, and very dear to me-
Colonel lie Moyne put back the
check which, with the above words,
Mr.. Dudley had offered him.
No, sir; do not send him money.
| have known Charles Graham ever
since mere youth, he entered my reg
iment, and he would not accept it."
Then give him this"
Mr. Dudley drew from his finger an
emerald set in plain heavy bar of
gold.
ASK him to accept it in the spirit
in which it is given.
Ten years had passed since the ter
rible mutiny in India.
In an elegant library, furnished with
that rich simplicity which Enthusiastically
proclaims taste and refinement. before
a glowing CRATE fire, beautiful girl
of about seventeen was seated.
Leaning back in her crismon easy
chair, she was evidently in deep
thought, when the door opened and a
stately old gentleman entered.
Dear grandpa, how long you have
been in comingm
Have you not taken dinner yet,
Lola? Surely you have not waited all
this lonely time for me?n