Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-11-12

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the list of her accomplishments ended,
She knew nothing of French; she
could not sing German or Italian
songs French literature was an I'M
known world 10 her She could dance
Naturally as birds sing,
She was fond OF reading; the long
hours OF the summers day, and the
winters evenings she generally spent
over her books. She was Of a bright,
happy sunny nature, much given to
the love OF all things beautiful and
still more given to the feminine virtue
of self-sacrifice,
The boy Bertte Jared even better
than his sister; his vocation, even in
early life, was settled, He would -
nothing but soldier. In vain Horace
Temple painted the delights Of the
law, the church. the civil professions;
he would have none of them
L was born to be soldier papa
was his invariable reply ana some
thmg tells me | shall die one
! Seeing all opposition was useless,
Horace Temple like sensible man,
did his best. He deprived himself OF
many comforts, and his little daugh.
I ter of many advantages SO that the
boys wish might he carried out
| One Of his clients gentleman whom
! the LAWYER had faithfully served, used
all his interest and the result was
that a commission as ensign in the
"Queens Own" was procured for him,
and the boy was happy.
! To that same regimont belonged
Captain Vivian Selwyn, the nephew
and heir Of Lord Huldibrand Seiwyn
OF Selwyn Castle. brave noble, gen.
Icrous Young officer perhaps better
linked than any ether in the service, a
! man beloved by all, by comrades aud
men; a man whose heart and hand
were ever open to help to relieve, and
! to assist,
| The fair-haired young ensign look
I ed up to Captain Selwyn with some
thing like alteration; he thought him
the grandest man, and the greatest
/ hero the world ever saw He was
happy for days il the captain spent
item minutes in talking to him
/ Captain Selwyn himself smiled al
the young ensign's hero-worship; he
liked the fair-haired boy who gave
promise of making so brave a soldier
as he grew in years,
The time came when the Queens
Own" were ordered off to India, and
| Horace Temple bade his only son
/ farewell. The quiet, reserved, soil
tary man never knew until that mo
ment how dear his children were to
i him--he he'd not realized It, Some
thing unusal stirred in his heart, as
the bright young head bent before
him. ard the boy said:
"Goodby, father: | am going out
into the world now | will make a
name for myself that you shall he
proud Of There is nothing like glory
| may come home a gencral-who
knows?-wth glory, and honor, and
all reuown And again the father
sighed He was worldwise man
and he knew how these dreams Of
fame and glory usually end Even
he did not foresee how soon the bright
face and gallant young heart would be
laid low beneath the burning skies
of India.
They tel the story here in England
now. There was a rebellion among
the native troops, and the Queen s
Own" were ordered off To quell it. II
SO happend that the commanding Of
ticCr, Major Threlton, wanted to send
some important papers TO Madras
They were papers that had been taken
from an Indian chief made captive
and related to a conspiracy spread far
and wide among the native troops. II
was important that they should be
sent at once, and yet he had no of,
ficer TO spare.
1t was the youngest OF them all who
offered to go-EnsiGn Temple They
called him Bertic and Beauty among
themselves, because Of his fair, boyish
face and golden curls. But there was
not one among them whose heart did
not beat faster when the young hero
9''Nh VII anu dHhth IL Tue dangerous
duty might be his.
You can not well spare another. "
he said; trust me with the papers.
major; | will deliver them.
Major Threlton hesitated few
minutes
fou are very young he said; and
it is dangerous duty"
Trust me" was the quiet reply.
you shall not repent the trust
They gave him the papers. and he
vent four soldiers went with him.
They rode our Of the camp one morn
ing while the haze Of heat covered the
SKY like thick, coppery mist, and
never a one returned.
They were half way to their jour.
neys end when they met the detach
ment Of natives sent out by the rebels
t. waylay them and regain the pa
pcrs
Il is a story worthy Of old Grecian
or Roman days, to tell how that young
hero fought and conquered. His az
sailants were ten In number the