The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-22

He could see a little hamlet on the other
side Of the stream, but it did not appear
to be occupied, nor, indeed, were any of
the enemy visible. although a curl of
black smoke up the hill mile or more
behind the buildings suggested the prob
able whereabouts Of a picket.
Capt Daily looked long and lovingly
upon the hamlet; his eye had caught the
glare Of sun upon a signboard and de-
sire for sherry entered into him.
He had no money to pay for refresh
ments, but the inn, lying as it did under
French protection, was clearly fair game
for the poor brave British soldier.
In the other scale, for the poor brave
British soldier to venture across the
stream in the light of day meant death
or capture. But" quoth Capt. Daily
aloud, very pleased at the reflection, 'if
I'm killed it'll save me the anxiety Of dy-
ing, and if I'm captured it'll save me
messing expenses. And if neither hap
pens I'll have good drink for nothing.
And whatever happens there's the fun Of
the thing. So here goes
He was about to start upon his journey
when a brilliant thought of how the
perils of it might be diminished struck
him. He turned back to the newly made
grave, rooted up the occupant, and, hav-
ing as delicately as he could removed the
uniform, proceeded to don it in place Of
his own, which, carefully folded, he hid
away in the foliage. Then he buried the
body again, gave it a second prayer as
interest on the loan, and with a light
heart danced away on his adventure,
caring little whether his own interment
were the next to take place in these
parts.
In the appropriate uniform Capt. Daily,
with his Celtic appearance, passed mus
ter we'll enough for an officer of Chas-
seurs; SO well indeed that one of his own
vedettes let fly carbine bullet at him
when he emerged from cover at the far
side of the trees.
bad luck to the man." growled Capt
DAILY, as he marked the fall of the pro-
Jectile; he sees as crooked as a ram 8
horn. It's ashamed of him l am that he
didn't hit ME. If 1 was Boney himself
I'd lay seventeen to two he d miss me all
the same
Putting his hands to his mouth he bel
lowed:
It's a reprimand you'll be having,
my friend, if L live to give it to you
Passing on, he approached the river
oank by a route as devious as time would
permit, and keeping his body crouched
low searched for signs of a ferryboat of
some kind. He continued this endeavor
until he had jOurneyed about a mile along
the bank, to where the houses of the
hamlet lay right opposite to him, and
consequently concealed him from the
view of the French post on the hill. Tie
stream here was narrow, and as there
was nothing to be found in the shape of
a boat he decided to risk everything and
swim across. He was STRENGTHENED In
this resolve by the reflection that he was
not wearing his own Clothes which he
could III afford to spoil, seeing that ne
had gained away every article of aD-
parel not essential to decency. In he
pumped
The current was running stronger than
Capt. Daily had suspected, and the water
was icy cold. He had not taken i've
strokes when he wished himself safe on
shore. He stroye to turn bde *, but felt
himself carried down stream, the action
of his already benumber limbs sufficing
only to keep his mead abov5 water.
Happily down stream meant south
ward, and therefore away from the op-
posing forces, or he might well have had
bullet put through his mead by friend
OF foe, as he struggled in the water an
interesting mark for weary sen.inels.
Presently, after drifting in spite IF him
self many hundred yards, his falling ears
caught the splash of oars upon the cir
cumambient tides. A small boat was
pulling across the stheam a stone
lllIoW dHedu Oh nlLl' III II re caught the
glimpse of a scarlet SunIc.
That's lucky, by the lord," thought
Capt. DAILY, and splitting the foam from
his mouth, yelped out: Hep: Murder!
Fire!"
The splash Of oars came quicker, the
scarlet figure rose and pointed a long
horse pistol at Days head.
''Halt or I will kill!'
'Arrah! are you talking to the current
| or to me?" retorted DAILY, angriIy, trying
to tread water to have a look at the
stranger.
Instantly the latter dropped his pistol,
and crying tJe -vous damande pardon,
mon anil" stretched out A long arm
and grabbed him as the current swept
him past the boat.
1t was a small frail craft into which
Capt Daily was pulled. 1t nearly turned