Los Angeles herald., 1910-12-04

In the battle on the downs, he Sir Hugh Grantham,
major in his Majesty's Sixty-thrd Foot Regiment
met with an accident. His horse was shot, and fell
instantly pinnng him beneath its body and injuring
his right leg. He with difficulty crawled away from
the scene of the combat, and, when the British
treated to the city, left unnotced in his place
OF refuge under the bushes. Next day he succeeded
in dragging himself nearer the shore, and hosting
signal of distress bit of his shirtsleeve tied to
a stick
The young soldier improved steadily under the
kindly care of the Quakers, and soon was able to
limp downstairs, and often joined the children IN
their favorite working-place the old door-stene
He proved a merry companion, telling many stories
of his home across the sea- the old red manorhouse
among the great oak-trees, where his mother lived
with his little sister Marory, whom he declared
Charity strongly resembled, Polly rejoiced greatly
when he donned the beautiful red and
gold coat
at is SO gay" she said, patting it often. II do
like it."
Dear hearth" its wearer cried one day, catch
ing her up, Il believe you are little turncoat !
think you would really change your peaceful gray
for warlike red. Is it not so?"
YES" and Polly struggled to be free. II would.
Does thee not think | could be as good girl in a
red coat in gray one?
Perhaps" he answered gravely; but certainly
you could not be braver little maid"
At last the day came for Father May to take
Major Grantham over to Newport, whence he was
to sail for England with his regiment and two very
sorroWful little lasses III white caps and kerchlefs
watched their fathers boat out of sight
They missed their friend sadly and they had not
forgotten him. when, i'll the early spring, boat
came up from Newport bringing letters and large
box which had just arrived from the The
letters from the major and his mother, thank
ing the Mays for their kindness to the
wounded redcoat praising the bravery of the little
girls, and begging that the family accept the con-
of the box with the heartfelt gratitude of the
Granthams Marjory sent many loving messages
to Charity.
When the great box was opened, wonderful
treasures were disclosed, beautiful things such
the simple New England Friends had seldom
Books for Father May and the boys, fine linen and
delicate china for the mother, some heavy silver
spoons for Charity's dower-chest, "just like Mar
jorys the letters said, and down in the very bottom
something red. AS Mother May drew it out, Polly
began to dance.
For mel" she cried, SIS it not, mother dearl"
Her mother looked at the label little doubtfuy,
and then suddenly smiled she her little girls
shining face In another moment Polly shak-
ing out before the admiring eyes of the family
beautiful, long, scarlet cloak.
May wear it, mother? Will thee not say
may?" she begged.
And Mother May. wise woman that she was, still
smiling answered gently, Thee may wear it some
times, my dear
And Polly did it until the Friends in Provi-
dence City heard of the frivolous red cloak down on
Prudence Island, and sent stern letter of remon-
STRANGE to Mother May. Then it was laid carefully
away and has been kept safely through many, many
years, and Poys great, great grandchildren treas
ure it still memento of their little Revolutionary
ancestress.