Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1907-03-15

military tournament, and he thought
1t was the most wonderful sight he
had ever seen In all his nine years of
life. He scarcely took his eyes on
the soldiers and horses, and each ma
neuver in turn he watched with abb
sorbed interest.
My goodness!" he exclaimed
breathlessly, as the men and horses
went through each wonderful perform
ance. 'I'll have to be soldier. moth
err. / couldn't be anything else, |
could IL"
No, sonny" she answered softly; |
and If she sighed, well, nobody no
ticed it; and If her eyes grew dim !
with tears, no one saw them, because
they were fixed on the little brown |
! boy, and his we're glued to the arena.
| 1t happened that on the day when
| his mother and he were at the mill
tary tournament very great and dis
tinguished commander was also there.
He was SO great a man that when the
audience realized his presence they
rose to their feet as one man, and
cheered him until the place rang with
the sound again and again. The little
brown boy clambered upon his chair
to get a good view of the hero, and
the eyes Of the small, eager-faced boy
and the stalwart keen-faced man met.
The little boy was waving his cap in
his small brown hands, and smile
rippled over the great soldiers face,
and a light sprang into his blue eyes
as he met those adoring brown ones.
He smiled at me, mother. ! say,
wasn't a lucky chap? My goodness!
- aINa Inn
only OF course, he wouldn't shake
hands with a little chap like me-"
Wait bit, little brown boy, the time
may come!
A boy-like a cat-has nine lives,
fancy; and this boy, in spite of a va
riety of accidents sufficiently alarming
to turn grey the hair of the most hard
ened mother, did escape with life and
limb, and grew from little brown
boy into big one.
But though he altered in size, he re-
manned the same in nature-loving,
tender-hearted, straight and strong,
boy to make his mothers heart
swell with pride very often.
His care for his little mother" as
he called her when he shot up to be
a head and shoulders taller than she
was as chivalrous and thoughtful as
ever, and | think that II she had ex
pressed the least shadow of dislike
to his entering the army he would have
given up what was the ambition and
dream of his life-to be great sol
der. But Mrs Liddell had not beer
soldiers daughter and soldiers
wife for nothing.
She quite counted the hours wheI
the order went forth that Denis Lid
dell was to join his regiment il
Egypt and she went with him t.
Southampton with a smiling face ant
a breaking heart. Her little brown
boy was all the world to her. and h,
p was going away, perhaps for ever!
A wide stretch of desert sand.
IT Away In the west the sun, bloo
70 red ball, was sinking to rest in clear
brilliant sky throwing long, Ieve
rays across the battlefield. TIL
It famous charge was over. The battl
had ragged fiercely. On every han
lay the dead and the dying, but tn
fight above their heads did not ceas.
lie In the midst of the fiercest fightin
rode a brown-faced boy, his eyes shii
ing, his lips set hard, his face grh
with tho stern elation and excitemeT
e. of this his first taste of war; and whe
er the great charge was over his feature
IT. relaxed little. but his eyes shon
still.
Suddenly a voice beside him e.
claimed Good heavens! where
he RentonP He was hit-just now-bac
III there amongst those fiends.
Good Heavens!"
~ Without a word or syllable Il
ne brown-faeed boy turned his horse. T
80 looked at the man, whose words hf
been spoken gaspingly, breathlessl
because of wound received in tn
great onslaught. He leant a lit
tn from the saddle and touched the OF
err mans hand, his eyes fixed on Il
Tin white face, where pain was alreat
carving deep lines.
ng I'm going back for Renton,"
In said, quietly.
Great Heavens. man. It's she
impossibility. Why-Liddell. tia RI
ing back-into-hell-"
70 His lips were more tightly set TIL
VI ever. but his brown eyes still shoT
though verify IL seemed as though
Ine had ridden into hell itself. Evilfac
ny Dervishes closed round him, t
gnoans of the dying, the cries of t
wounded mingled in his ears with t
fierce shouts of the foe. A cash acre
aid the cheek sent the blood raining do
his face. binding him for a nome
rit- He literally hewed his way
mt wards, one thought only surgi
oi' through his hraln-Renton must
fouud and rescued, To find him at
in the fearful melee seemed at a
4 sheer Impossibility but at last
BET. -. - .,ttarad a little exclamation