Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1903-11-16

charmed all WhO hedtW hSA. AASA~
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 TO 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 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 BERTHE Jared even better
than his sister; his vocation, even In
early life. was settled He would -
nothing but a soldier. In vain Horace
Temple painted the delights of the
law. the church, the civil professions;
he would have none of them.
Il was born to be soldier papa
was his invariable reply land some
thing tells me shall die one"
Seeing all opposition was useless,
Horace Temple like a sensible man,
did his best. He deprived himself OF
many comforts. and his little daugh-
ter of many advantages, so that the
BOYS wish might be carried out.
One of his clients, gentleman whom
the lawyer had faithfully served, used
all his interest, and the result was
that q commission as ensign in the
Queens Own" was procured for him.
and the boy was happy.
To that same regiment belonged
CaDtain Vivian Selwyn, the nephew
and heir of Lord Huldibrand Selwyn'
of Selwyn Castle, a brave, noble, gen
erous Young officer perhaps better
liked than any other in the service;
man beloved by all, by conn AIDES. ana
men: a man whose heart and hand
were ever open to help, to relieve, ana
To assist.
The fair-haired young ensign look
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 if the captain spent
ten minutes in talking to him.
CAPTAIN Selwyn himself smiled at
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 babe his only son
farewell. The quiet, reserved, soil
tarv man never knew until that mo-
ment how dear his children were to
him-he he'd not realized it. Some
thing unusal stirred in his heart, as
the bright young head bent before
him. and the boy said:
"Good-by father; | am going out
into the world now. will make
name for myself that you shall be
proud of. There is nothing like glory.
| may come home a general-who
knOws?-with glory, and honor, and
all renown" 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 tell the story here in England
now. There was a rebellion among
the native troops, and the Queens
own" were ordered off TO quell it, II
so happend that the commanding of
ficer. 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. 1t
was important that they should be
sent at once, and yet he had no of
ficer to spare.
II was the youngest of them all who
offered to go-Ensign Temple. They
called him BERTHE 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
stood up and asked if the 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 a few
minutes.
You are very young" he said; land
it is a dangerous duty"
Trust me-" was the quiet reply;
you shall not repent the trust"
They gave him the papers, and he
went; four soldiers went with him.
They rode out OF the camp one morn
ing while the haze Of heat covered the
sky like a thick, coppery mist, and
never a one returned.
They were half way to their jour
ney's end when they met the detach-
meat Of natives sent out by the rebels
to waylay them and regain the pa
pers.
1t is a story worthy of old Grecian
or Roman days. to tell how that young
hero fought and conquered. His as