Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va) 1886-1890, 1890-01-19
A BABY IN THE BATTLE.
AN INCIDENT IN THE CAREER or
| HEROIC LORD CHARLES HAY.

Into the Jaws of Death He Strobe Alone,
and, Raising the Helpless Child In His
Arms, Carried 1t Up to the Enemy's
Front and Delivered It to the Mother.
"Hello! What's Young Salamander'
up to now?''
"hfad, fancy, or else ne wants to get
killed"
"And so he will, whether he wants it
OF not, if he goes running in among the
bullets like thatl"
IN truth "Young Salamander" (other-
wise Lord Charles Hay Of the First Lille
Guar,is) did seem to be running fearful
risk without any reason whatever. One
Of the hardest battles ever fought be-
tween the French and English n Bel
gium was at its hottest. The French
army was much the stronger Of the two,
end although the English held their
ground as stubbornly as bulldogs 1t
seemed very doubtful which way the
fight would go. Just then, in the thick
Of the uproar and confusion, the rolling
smoke and the flying shot, young Hay
twhose bravery under fire had long since
canned him the nickname of "Salaman-
das" from his aaoring soldiers) was seen
to step forth from the English line and
advance straight toward the enemy.
& DESPERATE VENTURE.
a more desperate venture could hardly
be imagined, for 30 thnkly were the bull
lets flying between the 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; and
what could he possibly be going to do
there?
"Come back, my lord; como back, for
heavens sake." shouted dozen deep
voices at once.
"The young FOOLS mad-stark mad!
roared the English colonel, recovering
from his stupor of amazement Come
back this minute, you young idiot! DO
you want to be killed."
But Lord Charles still went forward
without a moments pause, as if he had
not heard them. Then the English
ceased firing in sheer establishment; but
lust ut that moment the flash and crackle
Of fresh volley burst forth like storm
along the gGttering line of French bayo-
,Aess, and all was hidden in smoke. When
thesnEke cleared again every one expect
ed to see the brave lad lying dead. But
no-Hay was still on his feet. His cap
had been struck off, 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 the rolling
smoke. stopped firing in their turn, sup
posing that this single man who was
corafrg 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 contending hosts
was bent upon the solitary figure be-
tween them. Just then asudden gust of
wind whirled aside for moment the
cloud Of smoke and dust. and every one
Jaw for the first time what Lord Charles
Fay was about.
"A little to the left ofthe English line
a battle stood cluster of miserable
novels, and the Flemish peasants who in
hahibed them, instead Of running away
when the battle began, as Que might
have expected, bad stayed where they
wese. seeing that the fight seemed to bes
away from them, and not liking
tT 2aS9f atsn their hutss wha