The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1893-07-01

like a terrible ghostly dream.
Il fought my way with the despera-
ton Of a doomed nan Four of my
| enemies were disarmed aud wounded;
the fifth, by q sudden blow, forced my
| sword from my hand. I gave myself
ur for lost. He struck at me with a
long sharp dagger; but it fell upon an
| other breast. My life for his!' I
heard some one say. A man in hot
haste had flung himself before ME.
I hardly knew that / was saved until
I felt his warm blood flow over me;
and my men, crUwding round, raised
him from the ground.
Il was wounded, sick and glddy,
| yet not So I'LL az to forget his words.
MY life for his Wlae was he? What
Had I done that he should give his
life for miaeE
""rake' care OF THAT man. I said to
| Capt. Reeve-she. has saved my life
at the risk; OF hiss OWN
"'He' is deadI:' saidl one of his COM
rades:. But no-1if' still fingered, de-
spite the horrible. gaping wound.
II remembe- no. more for some days.
| When memory: and sense both re-
turned, my first thought was of the
man who had offered his Life for mine.
| He still lived, but his life hauzy upon a
thread. I asked many Questions about
him. They told me hiss mgnls was
| William Larson, and that be enlisted
more than a year ago.. There WAS
evidently some mystery alSUsGu hIm,
| for he had the manners, tile education,
| the refinement Of a high-bred gentle
| man. He spoke but little. and WIS
| fearlessly brave-brave EVEN to- reck-
~lessness, seeming to court nataeD thsln
| to avoid death. -
Zone day, when I was able flor time
first time to walk and resume some" of
my old habits, Doctor Montrose' eaunpe'
up to me. He told me that the mazzn
I had inquired sc much about w:rs
| dying, and that il I wished to- thank
him for saving my life I must see hima
that evening. 1t was growing dusk
then, and I followed the surgeon The
poor fellow lay quite still upon his
bed. I bent yer him. and. whispered
| my thanks. I am no,ooMardj. but tears
| ran down my face ASH SAW the arctaed
lips, noted the shorty. quick breath,
and knew that my. life was purchased
by his.
800 rot thank me- he. said, family:
Il owe a life to the TrenllanS / only
give UdCh WldI IL OkAJ0' otbA-"
I thoreht he was elitiOuS. yet there
as something familiar i'm the tome Of
| his voice. I. bent. still lbMes, and, as
sure as I. live. to write. tae words, it
| was Lioneli Caters, my sisters hus-
band. I calledi out bis nsrme in utter
| bewilderment,. and a CRIMSON flush coy
cred his face.
"I did. mott think. that you would
know me- he, said. Months ago, when
! danger' surrounded US. / began to
watch for. an opportunity. I always
meant to give you my life, in return
for. the. blight and SORROW had
brought upon your sister
I'm a faint. low voice. he told me the
| story of the mistake that led to the
belief i'm his DEATH"
This story the heir of Trenham told
| i'm simple words, just as he had heard
it from the white lips Of Lionel Car
| teris -,
1T was the simplest and saddest re-
| cital I ever heard" continued BERTHE.
Round his neck the poor fellow wore
a locket containing Evelyn's portrait,
| and one golden tress Of her hair. He
| asked me to lay 1t on his heart when
he should be dead, and let it be buried
| with him. Hot tears streamed forth
| from his eyes when he spoke to me of
| his little child, he said that in his
dreams he saw him and heard him
speak.
But he did not die. Though feeble
| and delicate, Lionel Carteris still lives,
| and we are coming home together"
The letter concluded with messages
to all the loved ones at home, and said
that before the end Of May the writer
hoped once more to see them.
There was enclosed from the heir of
| TreDham to his father q passionate
| appeal for pardon for Lionel.
"Win you grant it|' asked his wife,
anxiously.
eyes," said the earl, in a tone of deep
emotion; II forgive him. He has won
for himself a truer nobility than the
| mere accident of birth or title could
| have given him. He has sinned, but
he has done a noble deed-such as only
brave and noble men can do-there-
| fore / pardon him, and will take him
home as I would my own SON." '1s
No words car tell the delight. of the
fair young wife, or the glee Of the lit
tie prattling child. Weeks and days
were anxiously counted; at last came
the day which vas to bring the trav-
elers home. It was a beautiful evening
towards the end Of May when they ar
rived, and the golden sun shone upon
no scene more beautiful than that OF
the fair, loving wife weeping, half with
pain, half with happiness, over the
changed face Of her husband.
=
Fortune has smiled upon the Tren-
hams. BERTHE married q great heiress,
and her wealth brought ease and COM
petence. There are no more pciva-
tons; the castle Of Trenham il cele-
brated throughout the county for it's
unbounded hospitality.
Lionel Carteris has almost reached
the top OF the ladder. Fame and
wealth have done their best for. him.
Lady Evelyn Carteris is mi OF the
most beautiful and popular women
In London, and no one I'D so proud rs
she OF her husbands fame.
KAlherine RaiLsforths never married.
"a beautiful painting OF her hangs In
the gallery OF the castle; 1t represents
the Incident OF The mutiny described
by BERTHE Trenham-Ld0nel OartertS
shielding Berthe Trenham from the
thrust OF q Sepoy's dagger. The earl
calls Katherine q Radical" Tor the
picture bears the simple title Ct True
THE END.
a Docfor,s Confession 90 Mnrder.
DE. Francois Fonteney, 3 wealthy
medical practitioner In Gainesville,
died. having confessed to the murder
of asclergYnaan Ia 1S65MHe attended
the cIereyman's wife Ia an Illness that
resulted fatally, and, desiring to- hold
AUTOPSY removed her body from /