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Highland Park News-Letter (1904), 20 May 1905, p. 1

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11-1 1 GH LAND : PARK I {NEWS-LETTERfi‘ w. .e wv-vâ€"u, the-3W. ‘Good ”dons, child, what W m," 3- ~ "'- wu m ms we river" mm? my, use now yoh‘v‘e batted your- #355 ”mitt Gem will be My wiv me, and~.â€"-I’ve byoltett I” tweet! I've hwoken my awwest!” The future colonel of the 195th sat down and tabbed. In spite of the pain in her! ankle, the girl ’ was" maven. ; “Have you ridden all the way from canton- 51mins, little man? What for?” ‘ " ,1 “1’puvbelonged to Coppy. Coppy told me so!” railed Wee Willie. Winkie disconsolately. “I saw him kissing you, and he said he was fbnder of you ' “nit Bell or ve Butcha or me. And so I cam. You 1 must get hp and go back You didn’t ought to be hete. Vis is a bad place, and I’ve bwoken my aw- west” . They tame up- to the howlders on thi‘ch Miss Alltrdyce't horse had blundered ' Then rate from the rock Wee Willie Width. Moathtldofthemtmntceugedmxaudthree- WWW The men laughed, the met from nttwes was the one thing Wee Willie Winkie could not ml- erate. He asked them -wh‘at they wanted and why they did not depart. .Other men' with most evil faces and crookedr‘sto'c‘ked guns crept out of the shadows of the hills, till, 50011, Wee Willie Winkie was face to fate. with an audience some twenty strong. Miss Allardyce screamed. “ Who are you? ” said one of the men. “I am the Colonel Sahih's son, and my order is that you go at once. You black men are frighten. ing the Miss Sahib. One ofiyou must run into‘can- rtonmcnts and take the news that the Miss Sahib has hurt herself, and that the Colonel’s son is here with her " , (mm (as: m) ‘ OPPY. is s mm o! too-hum: 8)] 1 ' mud gummy, hsd mld her MM that. sbs must. fl INC on. by the that. And she had (one to m he; on spirit sud mob Cop” s lesson. ‘ m it the foot of the inbomtable hills, wee Willie Winkie saw the Waler blunder and come m heavily Mill Allardyce struggled clear, but I‘D! mid! bed been severely twisted, and ehe could ft Md. Kevin; fully shown her Ipirit. the wept Wily, and we: surprised by the apparition of a‘ gate, mdeayed child in khaki, on a nearly spent c'fil'e yonhdly, Nb huned?” shouted Wee thie. a ~noon as be We: within rangc. “War-"didn’t, ought tqbe here." . "140W! Imam"? said Miss Aliardycc racially. She showed a readiness to weep anew, which dud Wee Willie Winkie, who had been brought 11$ fig bdl’m that tears were the depths of unmanii- 1mm Stifl, when one is as great a sinner as Wee Wflii’g Winkie, even a man may be permitted to M flown. v . “1'91: belonged to Coppy. Coppy told me so!” wifled Wee Willie Winkie disconsoiately. “I saw him kissing you, and he said he; was fender of you win Ben or ve Butcha or me. And so I cam. You must get £19 and go back You didn’t ought to be knife. Via is a bad place and I‘ve bwoken my aw- went” . - wi‘flx a gram". “I‘ve hurt my foot. What ’shall I do?” . , . ‘ ' The child sat still for a little time. and Miss Alludyce closed her eyes; the pain was nearly mak- Wm famt. She was roused by Wee Willie “hie tying up the reins on his pony's neck, and letting it free with a vicious cut of his whip that We it Whlckfl'. ,‘Tlfe little animal headed tuWards fie emmnnients. . “011. Winkle! What are you doing?" , ;-fimlhl"4fid Wee Willie Winkie “Vere's a m comingâ€"one of W: Bed Men I must stay iii?- you My {Iver lays a man must always look '7‘ “Winkie,” said Miss Allardyce,‘ “ when you’ve rcstcd'a little, rifle, back and tell them to send out ”mg-thing to carry me back in. "It hurts fearfully.” “I Vbaft’tgmove, Winkie,” said -Miss Allafdycc, Volunie x7 i: WIL LIE WINKIE B] RUDTARD' KIPLING HIGHLAND PARK, ILLINQIS, MAY 20, 1905 the: a girl. Jack will so ham, and vgqvey'll come and look for us. Vnt's why [Jet him so.” Notoneman,buttworthreehadappeared (fan? behind the rocks of the hills, and the heart of Wee Willie Winkie sank within him, for just in this manner were the Goblin: wont to steal out and vex Curdie': noul. 'Thut had they played in Curdie’l garden (he had seen the picture). end thus had they frightened the Princess’ nurse. He. heard them talking to each other, and recognized with joy the bastard Pushto tint he had picked up from one of his father’s grooms lately dismidted. People who spoke that tongue could not be the Bad Men. They were only natives, after a?! ' “TM is cfiild’s- talk," slid Wee Wink Winldc. "Men do :19: eat mm." L A yell of laughter interrupted him, but he went on firmbrmN And if you do carry us away, I tell “Put our feet into the trap?" was the laughing reply. “Hear this boy's speech!" ‘ “ Say that I sent you-J, the Colonel’s son. They will give you money” “ What is the use of this taIk? Také up the child and the girl, and we can at least ask for thé ransom. Ours are the villages on flu" heights,” said a voice in the background. _ These were the Bad Mew-wetter than Gobiinsâ€" and it needed .3}! Wee Willie Winkie’s training to prevent him from bunting into tears. But he felt that to cry before a native, excepting only his mother’s ayah, would be an infamy greater than any mutiny. . Moreover, he, as future colonel of the 195th, hail that grim regiment at his back. V “Are you going to carry its any?” said Wee Willie Winkie, very \blanched and,uncomfortabie, " Yes; my iime'suhm mum," aid 11:: um of the men, “and eat you afterwards.” Another man joined the conference, crying, “ Oh, foolish men! What this babe says is true. He -is the heart's heart of those white troops. For the sake of peace, let them both go, for, if he be taken. the regiment wifl break loose and gut the valley. Ow villages are in the valley, and we shall not escape. That regiment are devils. They broke Rhoda Yar's breastbone with- kicks when he tried to take the rifles, and If we touch this Child thé} Skid fix": iiiu rape and plunder for e mouth till nothing remain; Better to send I men hack to take the message and get a reward. I say that this child' 13 their god. and the: 6:7 wit; spate mom of us, nor our wchem anywhm" J5“ .. > , my message to the Colonel Sahib?" Speech in any amuletâ€"end Wee Willie Win- l‘rie 'htd e colloquial acquaintance with threeâ€"wan my to the boy who could not yet manage his “ u’ ” and “ch”: ” night. - “'hwuum-“W ‘1 " , the disufimd-gmom‘ 6f the Colondgwho‘mndq the diversion, and an angry“ and may ldiscussio}: followed. Wee Wiflie; Wink», kic, standing over Miss Allardyce‘, waited the up shot. Surely his “ wegiment,”‘his own “we¢iment’," would not desert him if they knew of his 9:- tremity. ' The riderless pony brought the news to the 195th, them}: there had been consternation in the Colonel’s household for an hour before. The little beast came in through the paradeâ€"ground in front of the main‘barracks, where the men were settling down to play Spciltfive tifl the afternoon. Devlin, the ColoraSergeant of E Company, glanced at the empty saddle and tumbled through the harmekh rooms kicking ‘up each room-corporal as he passed. “Up, ye beggars! There’s something happened to the Coionel’s son,” he shouted. “He couldn’t fall ‘03! S’hclp me, 'e cauldu’ t fall of?” blubbéred a drummer-buy. “ Go an’ hunt acmst the river. He’ 5 over there if he s anywfiéie,ianLnny be those Pathans have got ’im. For the love 0’ Gawd don’t look for 'im in the mullahs! Let’s go over the riVer.” " 50 E Company, in its shirt-sleeves mainly, doubled for the dear life, and iii the rear toiled' the person-in: sergeant, adjuring it to double yet inner. The canto’nmcnt was Alive with the men of the 195th binning for Wee Willie Winkie, and the Colonel finally overtook E Company, far too ex- hausted to swear, struggling in the pebble: a! the river-bed. Up the hill under which Wee Willie Wink“?! 351demethde of the child and the cm, a Iook-out fired two shots. “What have I said?" shouted Din Mahommed. “There acme in Mott yet,” said Devlin. “E Company, double out to the fiverâ€"«sharplm ‘ you thu “I’m: regime“ will come up in sky sud kill you I“ with- ofl having one. Who will uh ' Number 25

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