The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1916-06-09

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bayonets. roaring behind him. The
bullets churned among the trees and
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 a
uuick-frer. and had to be reloaded
The troops closed up. Bransome, who
had by some miracle escaped un-
sCathed, 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 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 dozen
slugs from the brass cannon the Sec
ond time the Teapon was discharged.
Travis lay un II a 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 md 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
g agent and shook his head. There may
be chance for him." he said Get
, him out OF here. Put him in a hut that
, hasn't been used. There's smallpox
a everywhere among the Krus''
9 Travis did not catch smallpox, but
!. ii became clear. after a week OF de-
p lirium, that he vas 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
q little box containing Mary's ring. He
q looked at Travis and saw that the
!. agents eyes were fixed upon 1t. He
put it in Travis hand
I 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
h Travis motioned TO Bransome to bend
y down.
o THE engagement ring l gave her.
q he whispered. She is as true as
q gold, old man"
O Yes, agree Bransome.
;. I'VE were TO have been married
@ when this cursed business was over
|. Now we shall never marry. l want
you TO marry her. Bransome. You're
;. about the only man that's III for her.
Bransome WINGED and tried not tc
o show the emotion on his features. But
a Travis was too far gone to see any
@ thing except the face OF Mary Starr
Q that foated before him.
q Il wrote to her telling her how
longed for her in the silence OF the
r brush Travis whispered. Il said
: had looked at her photograph and her
@ mementos again and again. | wanted
a something else TO bring her wildly