Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1910-02-11

trenches or the wheels of guns. and
torn by bursting she'll Two miles the
horses went parallel to the front;
then they headed to the left again and
cantered up the deserted slope.
II is the hand Of God that puts
degree too much elevation in smok-
ing bore and that cuts shrapnel fuse
a second too long. But it was pity
and not profanity that was in Tim
othy's curse when he raised his eyes
painfully after the shriesing terror
had passed. and saw Sheridan Bedford
stretched silent on the ground ahead
In moment he was out of the saddle
and his hand was at his companions
/ heart. A fragment of the shell had
4 torn his breast and the blood was.
rushing out in dark spurts.
you can't-help it," gasped the dy-
7 ing man. I'm done Butt say-take
this-message. The Boer-center-
has pushed-too far ahead. The-left
of it's-exposed. The Red-brigade-
to charge. Understand"
Eyes" said Timothy. and as ne
spoke a smile Of thanks fitted over
the face before him. and then, with
shudder. fed. and the English soldier
had passed in the old English way he
had learned at his public school. play
ing the game for the games sake to
the end.
The little New York reporter viewed
him for moment in silence. Then
he pulled out his handkerchief and
spread it over the dead face.
"He was a good sport" he said sol
EMMY. And this. by the strange
chance of war. was the requiem of
the Hon. Philip Fitz Herbert Howard
Sheridan-Bedford, captain in her mai
estys army. beside the biers of whose
people archbishops of Canterbury had
prayed and royal knees had bowed in /
sorrow
Nor was it a lengthy service. Tim /
othy shook himself together with /
sigh and turned back for his horse /
He had his foot already in the stirrup 4
when a thought struck him and he 4
stepped down again.
''By CAD, that fat-head of general /
won't believe me-" he said. He's
not going to take any orders from
Yankee civilian"
The Red Brigadier had reputation
for three things: prOpriety, a brain
the size of dried pea. and a courage
as great as a furious bulls. He was
newly come and his brigade. fat fed.
fresh from England. was near weep
ing for a fight; but he would die in
his tracks before taking orders from a
war correspondent. The warm Irish
heart in Timothy's breast swelled
with sorrow at the thought. To his
credit. the swelling was due no more
to grief at his own loss of tremen
dous story than to the thought of the
wasted life before him. poured out in
vain if the message failed.
And then there flashed on him a
great idea. At first he repealed it
with shame But desire is a sweet
master of logic and after a minutes
swift weighing of chances he sue
cumbed
Il may hang for it," he remarked
judicially. but it's the one chance.
The brigadier didn't know Bedford
from rabbit And he'd want it.
too" he added alphabetically. stoop !
ing over and raising the handkerchief {
from the ashy face before him.
The Red Brigadier sat beneath his
oomb-proof, in no amiable frame of
mind. He was sick of lying helpless
Inder a flight of screaming shrapnel. I
md seeing his men dropping away by
,nes and twos on stretchers to the
ear. He wanted action. He wanted
Capt. Sheridan-Bedford. with ord
lers from the commanding general.
iir." n
Capt. Sheridan-Bedford stood before q
lin. a pale, hatchet-faced youngster
n a badly fitting uniform. wet and !
orn about the chest. =
"Wen?" demanded the general q
harply.
Gen. Butler says. sir. that the =
,oers have advanced their center too T
ar. The flank is exposed. Your bri- b
ade is to charge" d
'When?" demanded the Red Briga is
Ter.
You may charge when ready, sir, a
eplied Capt Sheridan-BedfOrd, his il
ps falling naturally into an oft-re b
Gated saying of his people.
Haven't you any further orders?" :, :,
"The general said TOTO use your L.
est judgment, sir OF
The brigadier rose. and. muttering y
, himself something about young p
lots appointed by influence. made
,r the door.
Five hours later the British war of N
&c was thrilling with the bleak of
cial report of the brilliant sacrifice
I the Red Brigade and the conse :,
uent crumpling and ignominious -
ight of the Boer center. Weeping n
Others were praying throughout to