The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1927-02-04


the mutineers at the farther end of
the town.. There was a lurid glare
In the sky.
"T've just had telephone message
to drive to the residency," he said.
There is riot in progress some
where Hurry up and dress. Our
rickshaw is waiting for u.s. There
won't be time to pack much"
He did not tell her of the murders,
the outrages, the fury of the fanati-
cal soldiery as it had been recounted
to him. And Doris was only mildly
excited when, ten minutes later, with
the yells Of the mob ringing In her
ears more loudly, she stepped into the
rickshaw with her father.
All their native servants had de-
serted them, except the faithful rick
shaw boy. They set off wildly
through the empty streets toward the
residency. They were the last Of the
white inhabitants to have been
aroused, for their villa was a consid-
cradle distance from the city limits.
All went well until they were actu-
ally in sight Of the residency, though
the cries were now becoming alarm
ing, and whole blocks of buildings
| were blazing furiously. Then, as they
neared their destination, with savage
cries a party of mutineers burst
round the block. They carried swords
and torches, and they seemed bent on
massacring everything In their path.
The spied the rickshaw and rushed
forward, screaming. Doris had con-
fused memory afterward of seeing
their rickshaw boy fall, stabbed
through the throat She looked up In
horror into the black faces with the
wickedly cleaning eyes. She saw the
naked swords.
Then suddenly q horseman burst
through their midst, waving a drip
ping sword. Doris, half fainting, saw
the stern face of John Garner Alone,
upon his steed, he set himself against
the score of mutineers. And it was
heroic picture to see the regular play
of his sword as he thrust and cut
and parted.
He Glove his way to Doris side.
The mutineers had fallen back, but
now they rallied A score of shots
rang out The horse fell, shot to
death, and John Garner went tumbling
under it.
He picked himself up, limping,
seized the rickshaw in his arms, and
set it up as barricade in the door
a& H IL
Doris beneath it, swinging her in his
arms as lightly as if she was a feath-
er. Then, sword in hand, he took his
post before her, while her father,
Selling a sword from a fallen mutt
neer, stood at his side.
The natives had exhausted their
ammunition in the first outbreak. But
they came forward with a rush,
black, streaming body, shrieking male
dictions. And Garner and Henry
Banks played their part nobly.
In this imminent danger Doris felt
herself grow suddenly calm, as If she
were mere spectator at play. She
saw one Of the men fall, pierced by
her fathers sword, though Henry
Banks had never handled sword in
his life before. Then he was down,
and Garner was bestride his body,
| fighting like a man possessed. The
natives drew of and looked at him in
awe. 1t seemed impossible that one
man could achieve so much.
But from their outskirts little man
ran forward and fired a revolver
point-blank into Gamers face. Car
ner, still clutching his sword. stag
gered and fell PROSTATE, and with wild
yells the rebels rushed forward over
his body.
Then, as Doris closed her eyes and
awaited death, bugle rang out, and
into the thick of the crowd galloped
a party of loyal horsemen, cutting,
stabbing The rebels broke and fed.
Doris felt herself raised in somebody's
arms and knew no more.
She opened her eyes in bed In
strange room. She looked about her
, In bewilderment Then she saw her
fathers familiar face beside her,
swathed in bandages. And she began
to remember.
Daddy, you are hurt?" she cried.
"Only a cut across the cheek, my
DEAR" said her father cheerfully.
Everything is ended now, and Singa-
pore Is as Philadelphia"
"And-and-"
Thanks to Mr.. Garner" he added.
sHe Is not kiIled?' the girl cried
out fearfully.
Hes getting on very nicely" an
swered her father. "And, Doris, we
owe him everything"
81 know" she answered. 81 have
been very unkind, daddy. shall tell
yeu-when I have seen him.
Perhaps Henry Banks had heard
the rumors, for 1t is fathers task to
hear more than he speaks. At any
rate, he showed no great surprise
when, a week later, they came to him
with the news, Garner in bandages,
too, and leaning on Doris arm. But
what Doris said to him was their own
happy secret