The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1901-04-26

, bearable His former sick lnsen' Utility I,
! was hattar far than this later L ain of |
i torture. spasms mixed with deep roaned |
( curses Ar first he held out IN lnfuly, /
1 and .,navin., the end Of my wallet strap
between his teeth. he faced 4 pain: but
nature could not stand it long, and final
" he begged me just to drop him where
we were.
Al first | refused 20 dismount and
pointed ont 10 him the danger that our
foes might still be hunting on our track.
and happily once moe he swooncd away.
But it did not last long. Once more he
woke to consciousness and pain. and this
time he ordered me so earnestly TO Law
him down that, coming to a rocky donga
in which a small spruit gurgled inviting
", | halted there and, dismountinc. low
cred him rs gently as | could upon the
ground. l gave him sup of whisky
and water from my flask, and after knee
haltering Toulon lit a small fire in the
hollow of the rocks and put the billy on
10 boil some soup.
And then | turned on George to try
to dress his hurt Poor chap. His ewes
were open, but evidently without in
telliScnce, and quick drawn sobs showed
how the pain was racking him. Ripping
up his blood soaked breechcs, | saw by
the feeble CLINT Of freight enough Of
the mangled thigh to show how hopeless
was his case. | poured him out a stitiish
dose of whisky mixed with chlurodyne
and waited, miserably watching. till he
should awake. What could do? Those
Jagged ends of bone could never be so
bound as to stand the move and jolting
of the horse. We could not rest here
long away from food and friends and
close beside the enemy. His CHASTITY
pain put such Il thought into my head as
made my better mind recoi in horror,
and yet
just then he spoke, but in voice
hardly knew for his.
Its no good James," he said. I'm
/ done for this time, old chap, And
couldn't have dreaded more pain about it
than I'm getting now. l want you, old
boy, toto be my good old pal to the
/ last-and-hclp me out"
shuddered that he had almost read
my thought, and he gripped my hand.
I've not had a gaudy time in this
world and | don't suppose | should ever
have improved on it much. | suppose it
was partly my own fault. | feel no de-
sire to carry it on. My people expected
and wanted me TO do great things.
preferred the vedt. That is my only re-
gret-not the veldt, no; there / have
been happy, but my sclfishness-that's
what hurts me now. ! wish | had done
a bit more for other chaps in my time
Only see now, when it is too late what
a useless lump I've been. But it's too
late TO cry over split milk now. Only to
end this as soon as | can. Now, old
friend, just get your revolver. I'm long.
ing for it. Oh, for Gods sake He
groaned and again dropped into a swoon
All, the miserable tension of my indie.
cision, Though he had prayed me for it
| could not bring myself to do the thing
he wanted. | reflected how. even if he
were found by friends within the next
few hours, which was more than improb
able, il would not necessarily mean the
saving of his life, and meantime he would
have to drag on in this awful agony
And even as l pondered his pain with
ing had given Il sickening twist to the
limb | waited no more.
kicked mp the fire for better light
l put the muzzle to his temple, steeleC
my heart, and in moment his pains
were ended by the hand that would have
given itself to save him.
Happily no time was given me for re
Election, for my horse, standing on the
I donga bank, at this moment gave a snort
of alarm-not at the pistol shot; he was
too old campaigner to notice that-anC
he stood silhouetted against the stars
staring into the darkness beyond the
fire. There was a feeling rather than &
p sound of movement on the vcldt beyond
| In few seconds | was beside him, anC
while | loosed his knee halter and tight
ened his girths l could hear the rattl,
! as of the wooden neckets and the gourC
+ powder TASKS of armed men running. 4
moment more and was on his bacl
and flying for my life. The MatabelC
. had either followed closely on our track.
or new party had been attracted by GU,
tire.-London Mail.