The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-05-19

| his medal concealed. The Chinese wa,
/ of 1857 was too contemplate to cele
brate by displaying his badge-of Water
| loo.
Then came the dreadful tale of the
Sepoy mutiny-Mcerut. DELHI, Gavin
| pore! After the tale of Mana Sahib's
massacre was read to old John he never
| smiled, think.
! Week after week, month aft er month
rs hideous tidings poured rapidly IN
| his face became more hagTa ard, gray
and dreadful. The feeling hat he was
| too old for use seemed to shame him
| He no longer carried his he hd high rs
| of yore That his son was not march
| ing behind Havelock with the axeng.
| ing army seemed to cut the veteran
sorely. Sergt. Locke had sailed with
the old regiment to join Outram in
Persia before the Sepoys broke loose.
'Im feared something's gone wrong
with my heart"
Months went by before we learned
that the troops for Persia had been
stopped on their way and thrown into
India against the 1nueineers. At tia,
news old John marched into the village
with prouder air than he had worn
for many days. His medal wasr again
displayed on his breast.
It was but the next month, I think,
that the village lawyer stood reading
aloud the account OF great~Sepoy fort.
The veteran entered the post Office and
all made way for him. The reading
went on:
The blowing open of the. eastern
gate was the grandest personal exploit
OF the attack. ia was performed by
native sappers covered by the fire OF
Tie Sixtieth regiment and headed by
Lieuts. Howe and SallseEi, Serrts.
Smith, Carmichael, Burgess a1ed Locke. "
The lawyer paused. EverDeye turned
TO the face OF the ola Waterloo soldier.
He Strengthened up toiSeeaer attention,
threw out his chest, tapped the glorious
medal ard so saluted themamesyof the
brave.
God be praised, myssonlwass thereI'
he said Read on"
''Sergt. Carmichael, while! laying the
powder, was killed, and the native
havildar wounded. TheuDwder having
been laid, the advance party slipped
down into the ditch 20 allow the firing
party, under Lieut.. Sall1eId, to do its
duty.
'While trying to firei the charge ne
was shot throughtone deg and arm. He
sank, but handed .the match to Sergt.
Burgess, who was at once shot dead.
Sergt. Locke. already wounded severe
ly in the shoulder, then seized the
match and succeeded;inl firing the train.
He fell at thatmomenh, literally riddled
with bullets"
Read on" SAID oldsJ ohn,iin a deeper
voice. All forbore to look twice upon
his face.
Others of thes party were falling
when the mighty gate WIS blown to
fragments, and the Oxfsrd light in
fantry, under Col. Gang bell, rushed
into the breach
There was long silence in the post
Office till old Johntspolse. once more.
The Lord God be thanked for all
His dealings with us. My son, Sergt
Locke, died well for England"
Nervously lingering the medal on his
III cast, Vic oltI SOtSliST ." iIGtlcu ABOUT
and marched proudly straight down
the middle of the village street to his
lonely cabin.
The villagers never saw him in life
again Next day he, did not appear
All refrained from iIlruding on his
mourning. But in the evening, when
therefor heard of his parishioner's loss,
he walked to old Johns home.
There, stretched upon his straw bed,
he lay in his antique regimentals, stiller
than at attention, all his medals
fastened below that OF Waterloo above
his quiet neart.
His right hand lay on an open Bible
His face wore an expression OF looking
forever and ever upon Sergt. Locke
and the Great Commander who takes
back unto Him the heroes He fashions
to sweeten the world.-Torouto Mail.