The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1916-04-28

/ buiiClo Sudihcu ohiuu6 the tEcco duu
cut splinters from the boughs. Show
ers OF leaves came down.
The yelling, defiant Krus manned
the walls OF the preached stockade.
The assaulting party was compelled
TO form into column to mount the
/ breach. And now the enemy displayed
| its secret resource, nothing less than
an old brass ships gun, which might
have done good service in the sixties,
and was none the less effective here.
A roaring defamation, and grape SHOT
burst among the British troops. They
fell in heaps, cut down by the we'll
directed charge.
But the gun was, of course, not
quick frer, and had to be reloaded.
The troops closed up. Bransome, who
had by some miracle escaped un-
soathed. put himself at their head
again. Advance" he shouted.
And again he was conscious of
Travis in his white helmet, cool and
smiling, beside him.
1t was a mad rush toward the walls.
Just as the foremost man set foot in
the breach the cannon roared again.
The files were swept away. And
again Bransome found himself unin-
jured.
Now, boys!" he shouted, amazed to
find that he was still alive
The attacking party, which had re-
coiled. heaped one man against his
neighbor, and, the dead all about,
rushed forward, cheering. Like cata-
ract the khaki-clad column swept over
the breach, driving the logged negroes
before them, pinioning them with the
bayonet. In a moment the fort was
carried
From hut to hut the flying Krus
were pursued. They fell in writhing
heaps, their own gun turned against
them. For perhaps half an hour the
bloody struggle lasted. Then the Brit
ish were IN possession of the village.
Bransome stopped; he had forgot
ten everything in the excitement of
the battle. His sword was bloody, and
yet he could not remember having
struck down a man. A trickle of blood
was running down his face. He limped
from a slug in his leg that he had
never felt.
Where's Travis?" he demanded of
his surviving captain.
The agent could not be found. Yet
it was Travis Who represented the
majesty of the British raj and it was
Travis who must interview the trem-
bling old king, now a prisoner in his
own mud hut, guarded by sullen, de-
fiant chief wife, and younger one,
who held the royal red parasol over
him.
Bransome went back, searching
among the fallen. Travis was not in
the town; he was not anywhere within
the fort. Bransome came upon him
at last just outside the breach. He
had been struck down by a dozen
slugs from the brass cannon the Sec
ond time the weapon was discharged.
Travis lay under pile of dead Krus,
but he was alive. He recognized Bran
some.
Bransome hailed the stretcher-
bearers and had two men place him
upon a stretcher and carry him into
the town. They brought him to the
kings hut, and Travis pronounced
sentence. The king was to go in exile
to the coast, to spend the last of his
days there.
The surgeon came up, looked at the
agent and shook his head. There may
be chance for him." he said. Get
him out of here. Put him in hut that
hasn't been used. There's smallpox
everywhere among the Krus."
Travis did not catch smallpox, but
1t became clear, after a week of de-
lirium, that he was dying. His mind
grew clear toward the end. He mo-
toned to Bransome to open the little
satchel he carried with the govern
ment papers.
Bransome did so and found in it the
little box containing Mary's ring. He
looked at Travis and saw that the
agents eyes were fixed upon 1t. He
put it in Travis hand
With fingers that almost failed him
Travis slowly pulled off the cover and
held up the diamond ring. 1t was in
congruous to see the gem sparkling
in the dying mans wasted hand.
Travis motioned to Bransome to bend
down.
The engagement ring / gave her."
he whispered. She is as true as
gold, old man."
Yes agree Bransome.
I'VE were to have been married
when this cursed business was over.
Now we shall never marry. / want
you to marry her. Bransome. You're
about the only man that's fit for her"
Bransome WINGED and tried not to
show the emotion on his features. But
Travis was too far gone to see any
thing except the face of Mary Starr
that fioated before him
Il wrote TO her telling her how
longed for her in the silence of the
BRUSH Travis whispered. Il said
had looked at her photograph and her
mementos again and again. / wanted
something else to bring her wildly
before my eyes. And she-she sent