The Globe-republican., 1890-07-02

that greatness does not always bring
contentment. The Baron Knyphausen
found himself envying General Greene
and thinking bitter thoughts about him.
Herbert's uniform was very handsome
and he rode the spirited black mare like
q little warrior. Why, he actually wore
spurs, and when he pricked the beau:i-
full animal she curveted and pranced in
true martial fashion. Poor Barry could
not feel satisfied with the patient old
sorrel after that.
Herbert was secretly conscious that
he had treated Barry unfairly. and his
conscience made him uncomfortable. He
knew that he had been selfish, and he
was certain that Barry despised him.
This thought made him so miserable
that he would gladly have changed
places with him now if it had been pos
sible. Now that their uniforms were on
and the battle begun it was too late.
The battle proceeded. The two armies
had advanced simultaneously and both
officers had given the command to
Fire" when something occurred that
was not upon the programme. The
black mare was struck by the wad of a
blank cartridge and ran away. She had
never heard the din of war until to-day,
and she ran like a mad thing away from
the smoke and the uproar. She took the
bridle-bit between her teeth and ran
down the road at pace that Mortified
beholders. The boy and the animal
were enveloped in a cloud of dust, but it
could be seen that as yet he chung to her
back. The battle was forgotten. Sol
diers and spectators ran forward and
shouted, but the black mare only ran
the faster. Now she stumbled and
nearly fell: now she regained her foot
ing and tore away again; now her sad
die had slipped around and hung on her
side. The boy had lost the bridle-rein,
and was clinging to her name. He was
crying out for help and mOmentarily ex-
pecting to be dashed under her feet.
Barry Cartwright tried to save his
school-fellow. For days he had been
harboring angry feelings against
Herbert Fleming, but now they were
forgotten. Almost as soon as the black
mare had taken fight Barry was urging
the sorrel in pursuit. The old horse
seemed to understand the situation.
Barry knew that he could never over
take the fleet black mare, but that he
sorrel across the fields, urging him to
jump bitches and fences, and thus take
a shorter route than the mare was TAX
ing. The old horse made a mighty
effort and travelled faster than it had
gone for years. Every one shouted to
Barry to come back, that he would be
killed, but he needed no warning. His
father prayed for him and was proud of
him.
When Barry reached the road it was
at point in advance of the black mare.
Herbert was clinging to her back. and
she came on, frothing at the mouth, and
still in a frenzy of fear. Barry caught
her bride as she tried to rush past,
and was dragged from his saddle. The
his teeth and hung on, the veins in his
forehead swelling almost to bursting,
and his head swimming until he could
not see. His feet did not touch the
ground. and his weight was so light that
she slackened but did not cease rum
ming. She was furious at his inter-
ference. She reared on her hind feet.
and tried to strike him with her front
boots. She even tried to bite him, but
he held on with wonderful courage and
endurance. He realized that she was
gradually becoming subdued, that she
was stopping, that his school-fellow was
safe! Then he tainted away.
Barry Cartwright was the hero of the
lay, after all. He was somewhat dam.
aged hero. for his shoulder was dislo-
lated. and his hands were terribly
bruised; but then a warrior must expect
some bodily injuries. The boys locked