The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-06-25

mand. lest the sound OF the trumpet
should warn the rebels OF their APP
proach. they galloped forward. the
clatter OF their swords and accoutre.
ments awakening the echoes OF tho
night and sounding ominously OF i'm
pending strife.
by Jove. they're at IL hammer
and tongs remarked vandeleur to
Benthorpe In stern tone. I'm glad
TO hear firing; itshows that the garrl-
son are still holding out"
Yes. Now to rescue Cicely. said
Benthorpe with grim smile. For
once ! shall become a combatant Of
ficer. and shall use my sword to
wound and slay. instead OF saving life
The black hounds deserve neither
pity nor consideration. they have
committed SO many atrocities
Every man OF the British army
shared these sentiments to the full
and resolved that whenever the shock
OF battle came TO neither ask for nor
give quarter to such dastardly foemen-
Swords leaped from steel scabbards
and for moment both horses and
men were almost as motionless as
statues.
Then came the clarion notes OF the
trumpet sounding the charge aud
away went our brave fellows straight
as an arrow from q well-bent bow.
for the enemy.
The relief had come not q moment
too soon. for when the frst British
sabre descended on the head OF
rebel Sepoy. q hand-to-hand fight was
going on between the garrison and the
mutincera
Vandeleur and Benthorpe kept close
together. aud thrust and parried and
gave downright blows, as they made
their way through swarms OF dusky
foemen. whose faces blanched before
the courage displayed by British
soldiers who. II well-handled. were
always invincible.
At last Vandeleur was able to take
General Coghlan by the hand and to
congratulate him.
Where is Miss Coghlau?" Ben
thorpe asked.
She was safe a moment ago"
by Heavens! that's her voice call.
ing for help exclaimed Vandeleur
as squirting his horse forward. he
rode in that direction. followed by
Benthorpe both OF whom saw the
woman they loved in the arms OF an
officer OF sowars Irregular cavalry. J
who was well-mounted. and at that
moment was riding of with his lovely
prize.
Both men rode after the wretch.
eager to De the first to rescue Clcely.
1t was a race for love. and prom
ised to be long one. for the rebel 3
horse was a powerful animal. and
kept up good pace. in spite OF its
double burden.
Once out upon the open plain the
chase became exciting. for the sowar.
seeing himself pursued. put forth
every effort to outdistance his foes
from whom he would meet no mercy
If overtaken.
Vandeleur being a lignt weight and
good rider was gradually heading
away from his friend Benthorpe. when
his horse caught its foot in rope
and stumbled
This gave Benthorpe the advantage.
and he was not slow to use it for he
shot ahead with grim smile oil
pleasure and was pleased to find that
he was paining on the sowar.
Suddenly the fellow wheeled half
round. and taking deliberate aim fired
at his pursuer. whose horse was hi,
and fell under him.
by this time Vandeleur rode up
when Benthorpe shouted:
Frank win her-save Cicely!'
Vandeleur's answer was to wave his
hand. as he kept straight on. like a
blood hound on the scent of death.
by Heavensr' he Kissed between
his clenched teeth. hell escape me
after all il I'm not CAREFUL"
Snatching a pistol from the holster.
he fired. but the cap only snapped.
With an anathemn OF disgust he pro-
shot fired this Zine with success FOL
the sowar reeled in the saddle ant
fell to the ground. still however
holding Cicely in his arms.
When Vandeleur's sword entered
the rebels body 1t was only just II
time to save Cicely's life; another mo.
ment and the fellows dagger would
have been plunged into her heart
: The war Is over and In dear OLE
England Major Vandeleur stands Al
the altar with Cicely Coghlan. Ben
thorpe being best man.
Twas not till the honeymoon wa
over that Frank told his wife OF thu
little incident OF Who Wins?"-Sat
urday Evening Post
50. Marks Eve.