The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1898-09-24

end when they met the deta chment of ma
tives sent out by the rebels to waylay
them and regain the papers. Ensign Tenn
pie. with 4 deep saber cut on his brow,
with innumerable wounds on his chest,
his neck and arms, managed to escape.
He rode into the camr, and lived long
enough TO redeem his promise to place in
the hands of Gen. Ninay the dispatches in
trusted TO him. none the less precious that
they were bathed in his blood.
1t was night when he arrived, and the
general was surrounded by his staff. They
were grim old warriors, most of them
but to this day they tell with trembling
lips of the bright-haired boy who rode so
suddenly Tito the camp. streaming with
blood, with death in his brave young face.
They tell how he placed the papers in the
generals hand, and fell at his feet, saying
with the smile of a child:
You will tell them at home that l did
my duty
There was stir among them. Dark.
bronZed faces grew pale and quivered as
they raised the boy and carried him away
TO die.
But there was one happiness in store
for him. News reached Major Threlton
that the young ensign and his little troop
had been waylaid. Captain SeIwyn, with
a small body of men, was sent after him
at once. and the captain was just in time
to see the young hero die.
They had laid him under the shade Of a
large palm tree. The evening sun had
set. and as though in mercy to him. a
cool. calm breeze had risen
"Ah, captain said the boy; Il longed
to see your face and touch your hand once
more. You have always been my hero.
and | have loved you so well. You will
60 back to England some day: promise
me that you will go and see my father.
that You Will say with my last breath |
sent him my love; tell my sister EiOlante
| thought Of her as | lay dying. with in
finite love. and tell them for me that
died a soldiers death, doing my duty as
soldiers do. / told my father | might live
70 be q general, but my laurels are few.
and have gathered them young. CAPTAIN
Selwyn, | am not afraid of death. but
will you let me hold your hand while
die
And Captain Vivian Sewyn-used as
be was to sickness. to wounds and death
felt his face grow white and his lips
culver, as he stood by and watched the
young soldier di Tears filled his eyes
as he noted :he deep crimson wound on
the fair young brow.
Heaven bless him. he said with rever-
cnt lips. England may we'll be proud Of
her soldier SONS, when they live and die
like him.
With his own hands he cut off two of
the golden cur!s, resolving TO keep them
until he returned home and then to take
one to his sister, and one to the father of
the young hero whom they were never
more to see.
Captain Vivian Sclwyn redeemed his
promise. That was how he came to meet
Niolante. He fingered on at WoOdeaves
trying all in his power 10 win the love Of
that pure young heart; he succeeded at
last: the time came when he could keep
his secret no longer, and one evening,
when Mr.. Temple had been obliged to re
turn to his office for papers, and the two
were alone, he surprised her into confess
ing that She, too, loved him.
Against my better Judgment" she said
with a saucy, bewitching smile. but !
cannot help it.
After two days of deep thought and CON
sidcration, Horace Temple. hcWildered as
ever. gave his consent; and the marriage
of Lord Vivian Selwyn and VioIante was
arranged to take place in September.
Go he contiHued.t