The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1890-01-10
A BABY IN TIE BATTLE.
AN INCIDENT IN THE CAREER OF
HEROIC LORD CHARLES HAY.

AN INCIDENT IN THE CAREER OF
HEROIC LORD CHARLES HAY.
into the Jaws of Dealt, He strobe Alone,
and. Rsising tho Helpless Child in His
Arms, Carried It Up 10 tile Enemy'u
Front and Delivered It to the Mother.
Hello! What's Young Salamandcr'
up to now:"
mad, I fancy, or else he wants to get
killed."
"And so lie will, whether he wants it
or not, if he goes running in among tho
bullets like THAR
In truth Young Salamandcr'' (othcr.
wise Lord Charles Hay of tho First Life
Guards) did seem to be running fearful
risk without any reason whatever. One
of the hardest battles ever fought be-
tween the French and English in Bel
GUM was at its hottest. The French
army was much the stronger of tho two,
and although tho English held their
ground as stubbornly as bulldogs it
seemed very doubtful which way the
fight would go. Just then, in the thick
of the uproar and confusion, the rolling
smoke and tho flying shot, young Hay
'Svhosc Drawer. under fire had long since
earned him the nickname of "Salalnan-
der" from his adoring sollicrs) was seen
to step forth from the English line and
advance straight toward the enemy.
A DESPERATE VENTURE.
\ more desperate venture could hardly
be imagined, for SO thickly were tho bull.
lots flying between tho two opposing
lines that the little jets of dust which
they knocked up from the dry earth
formed cloud almost as dense as the
smoke itself. Nothing mortal surely
could live in such storm OF shot; aud
what could no possibly DO going to do
there?
Come back, my lord; come back, for
heavens sakc!" shouted dozen deep
voices at once.
Tho young FOOLS mi.d--stark madl''
rare'l the English colonel, recovering
from his stupor of amazcmcnt. Como
back this minute, you young idiot! Do
you want to be killed."
But Lord Charles still went forward
without n moments pause. as if lie had
not heard them. Then the English
ceased firing in sheer establishment; but
Just at that moment the flash and crackle
of a frcsl, vollcy burst forth like storm
along the glittcring line Of French bayo-
nets, and all was hidden in smoke. When
the smoke cleared again every one expect
|, Io.1 t,c l,,,l
no-Hay was still OIL his feet. Ills cap
had been struck of, and some said that
they could see blood on his face, but he
was still marching onward as steadily as
ever.
| And now the French grenadiers, begin
ming to descry him through tho rolling
smoke, stopped firing in their turn, sup
posing that this single man who was
coming toward them SO boldly from the
English line must be the bearer of some
message from the British general, and
the attention of the two contcnding hosts
was bent upon the solitary figure be-
tween them. Just then sudden gust Of
wind whirled aside for u moment the
cloud of smoke and dust, and every one
saw for the first time what Lord Charles
Hay was about.
\ A little to the left of tho English line
Of battle stood cluster of miserable
novels, and the Flemish peasI tswho in
habitcd them, instead of running away
when the battle began, as ono might
have expected, had stayed where they
were, seeing that the fight seemed to be
rolling away from them, and not liking
the idea of abandoning their hutA which,
poor and wretched as they were, were
tho only home that they had. But they
soon found that they were mistaken, for
a sudden change in the position of the
two armies brought these unlucky cot
tages right into the line OF fire, anc tho
terrified peasants, finding the cannon
balls falling thickly OIL every side of
them, took TO their heels at once, drag
ging with them their children and what
few goods they could manage to carry.
In the hurry of this panic flight u tiny
girl, hardly old enough to walk alone,
had fallen or been left behind, and was
now lying OH the ground midway be-
tween the French and English lines, cry
ing bitterly, while her mother could DO
seen in tho distance shricking wildly and
tossing her arms in the air and strug-
Cling to break loose from llcr hus band,
who was holding her firmly, for, count
ing his child already lost, he had no wish
to lose his wife as well.
| APPLAUDED BY THE ENEMY.
Coolly as if on parade the brave young
guardsman strodo onward to tho spot
where the helpless child lay, his fair hair
and bright young face showing through
the bIlowy smoke like those Of an angel
IN some old Italian painting. Hc raised
It tenderly in his arms, and some who
saw i said afterward that the poor little
trcmblcr ceased crying at once, as if
+oothcd and comforted by his gentle
voice and kindly smile. Then, keeping
his own body as much as possible be-
tween the child and the leveled muskets
If the French, he went straight on, a.
calmly as ever, toward the dark mass Of
his enemies.
"Don't fire, comrades-don't tirep
shouted q tall stern looking French
soldier, whose grim face was black with
lust and gunpowder. "If ho wero
wenty tunes an Englishman, he's as
good as saint from heaven, for all that!'
Atthat moment a mighty shout, which
vas heard high above the roar of cannon
md musketry from the other side of tho
battlefield, burst from tho English ranks
IS they saw their young hero bearing
he child unframed across that deadly
.pace. and scarcely had the cheer died
away when it was echoed by an answer
ing cheer from tho French, which rolled
along tho vast plain like u peel of dis
tant thunder. Meanwhile tho young
,fficer, passing close to the cruel points
4 the French bayonets as coolly as il
they had been only bulrushes, with the
tiny face nesting trustingly against his
shoulder. went straight up to the dis
.racted mother and placed the child in
her arms.
Then he kissed the tiny thin little
A Fine Mopper.
| Mrs. Lucinda Jackson-Is yo' got any
work OBJ any kind yo'd like done, ladyS