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| 9. ‘"Pardon me," said Bruce, still squietly; "you are under my orders! them at once?" "Send? No; .\ you will go with them," said Bruce. Mr. Newton started, then smiled. "I think not," he said, quietly. ‘"‘What do you take me for?" he laughed grimly. ‘"I am not a soldier, Ravenhurst; but I‘m an Englishman, and an Englishman doesn‘t leave his comrades and sneak off with the woâ€" men folk!" Mr. Newton‘s face grew white and worked convulsively. . ; He stood silent and thoughtful while one could count twenty; then he said: I am in command here, and I order you to convey the women to a place of safety. You will take six of your own menâ€"" Mr. Newton turned crimson. "I will not go!" he said. "Whyâ€" why should I _ play the poltroon ? Why should you not go?" ‘"Because I cannot leave my post; and"â€"his voice faltered for just one secondâ€"‘"and because I am not a father! I have no daughter waiting in England for me! Remember Jess, sir, and for God‘s sake don‘t argue!" "Because I want you to live for her â€"to save your life for her sake! No words, sir!‘ he said sternly. "It is my place to command here, and yours to obey. Thereâ€" is no time to lose; every moment is precious! Go, sir, andâ€"God bless you and save you, for her sake!" "Ravenhurst, I will go, for her sake! God forgive me! Iâ€"I have misjudged youâ€"wronged you cruelly! You are But as he spoke, lhe was looking through his glass, and his last words were followed by a kind of exultant whistle. "I think . you‘re right," he said. ‘"Then we‘re saved! Thank God!" He said it quietly enough, but to the listeners what music there was in the words, and how it thrilled through them! But. Bruce did not look so exultant. ‘"Yes, thank God! we are saved â€"â€" some of us!"" he added, very quietly. Mr. Newton swung round on him. "What do you mean?" he asked. Brucg pointed to the force in front. ‘"Before the relief can join us, those fellows will be on us!" he said graveâ€" ly. & ‘‘Yes, Mr. Newton; the women and children are saved, anyway. We can hold this place long enough for you to get away with them and join the relief party â€" just about as long as that, and no longer." Mr. Newton nodded. ‘Very well," he said. "Shall I send them at once?" Bruce looked at him steadily, with a singular expression in his eyes â€"an expression which Mr. Newton never forgot. . ‘"‘My God! why did you remind me of her, Ravenhurst?" he almost wailâ€" ed. Mr. Newton stood for a moment, gripping his rifle in a grip of irom, his lip bitten through by his clenched teeth. Then, with his head averted, he held out his hand. Mr. Newton started. ‘"You thinkâ€""‘ ‘"No; I‘m sure!" said Bruce quickâ€" ly. ‘"We cannot hold out so long. One moment!" They went down; but those that remained came. on; though more slowly. They were advancing inch by inch, so to speak, like a neap tide; and Bruce set his teeth hard as he watched them. Mr. Newton saw it also, and his lips grew straight. ‘"How long can we keep them off, Ravenhurst?" he asked calmly. Bruce shook his head. ‘"Not very long; it is only â€" a question of time, though. That‘s a fine fellow thereâ€"that chief," he addâ€" ed, for the enemy were near enough to be distinguished. As he spoke, he raised his rifle, fired, and the chief leapt into the air and fell on his face. ‘"We‘re done!"‘ he said to Mr. Newâ€" ton, quietly. ‘"Go to the women and be ready! We‘re taken in the rear, six." Mr. Newton took the glass, and the color rushed to his face. «There‘sâ€" there‘s something beâ€" hind!" she panted, but quietly enough. Bruce nodded. He had heard the sound already. "That‘s not Matabele!" â€" he said ‘"‘Whyâ€"yes; it‘s a relief party!" At this moment a woman came running up to Bruce. Her hair had come undone and was streaming in the wind, her face was smeared with powder, and her hands red. "We‘ll beat ‘em as it is, sir," said the Cockney. "Blowed if it ain‘t like shying at cokerâ€"nuts on ‘Amstead ‘Eath! Lord, how they do go down!" Not a volley was wasted, and Bruce himself might have been a machine, as he stood giving the word of comâ€" mand, choosing every favorable moâ€" ment. ~ "Oh for two more Maxims, and another hundred_men!" he muttered, as he saw two of his best troopers earried off, and ran his eye along the decreasing rank. "They don‘t like it, sir," said Brown. We shall beat them off!" â€"Bruce made no response. Ammuâ€" nition will not last forever; and there were too many against them. Even the deadly execution of th Maxim, backed by the rifles, seemed scarcely to lessen the dense mob of howling savages. ‘The rush of the dark mass seemed unchecked and umaproken for a time; but as the Maxim did its deadly, work, the attack grew slower. Even Mataâ€" bele courage was daunted and chilled by that storm of bullets which came upon them like leaden hail. an eye that seemed to take in everyâ€" thing. The word of command came from him steadily as if he were at a sham fight, and tea were waiting for him in the ladies‘ tent. The men obeyed like machines; every now and then one was struck, and fell out from the thin line, and was borne inâ€" to the inner laager by the women, who worked with white faces but utâ€" tered no word nor moan. 5 â€" But there was no time for cheerâ€" ing. The foe dashed over the dead bodies of their comrades, and came on like a waveâ€"a wave that seemed to Mr. Newton irresistible; and he thought of Jess, and had hard work to repress a groan. them down, and a cheer rose from the besciged, led by the Cockney‘s "Ooray! That ‘ad ‘em, I think!" 3E l:’»;;l;:é stéoa with his hand upon his rifle, motionless as a statue, but with (Continued from last week) A second and â€"almost more awful fight ensued. But the waning light saw the savage mass beaten back step by step, and presently it vanished beyond the hills. The rescuing party was too small to pursue, and panting the victors stood in the laager they had retaken, but too late to save the heroic defenders. The savages rushed on; the place was taken. Not here can be set down what followed,or what hellish carnage and mutilation were committed by the devils who danced ~round their vanâ€" quished foe. So engrossed were they in their unspeakable work that the relief party almost took them unâ€" aware. Mr. Newton stood in the centre of a group of victors, his face splashed with blood and black with powder. His hands were outstretched, and he was gasping, stuttering some entreaty. ‘"For God‘s sake, sir, keep back for a little while!" implored. Brown. "Oh, keep back, sin!" Bruce scracely heard him. He saw, felt, the rush, the force of the mass of panting, yelling savages, as his sword cleaved them right and left. Brown was at his side, covering his hero as well as he could, and still smiling. Then Bruce saw him go down. He stooped, even as he thrust his sword through a gleaming body, as if to help the boy to his feet; but, as he did so, something sharp went through his shoulder, as if he had been pierced by a hot iron, and he staggered, and fell right into the midst of the raving, sweating mob. Bruce nodded. The fight continued with a hideous sameness. It was like trying to keep back the incoming tide. Bruce glanced behind now and again, though of course he could see noâ€" thing; but he counted the moments as they passed, and mentally measurâ€" ed the pace of the fugitives. But, presently, he could give no further thought to them; an assegal fell into the laager. . It told them how near the foe was getting. It was followed by a shower of them; the dusky, rageâ€"contorted faces drew near â€"the yell became ‘deafening. The beseiged fired as fast as finger could find the trigger;â€"the Maxim vomited its deadly volley; black forms were piled up in front of the laager; but the savaes made ramparts of them, and came on, and on. Brown sprang up, ‘"Maxim done, sir; hot and choked!" "Right! Ready to receive, charge!"" rang out Bruce; and he drew his sword and sprang to the front. They knew whom he meant; and with torches of the blackened timbers, they made their search. "It is hopelessâ€"hopeless!" said one of the officers, as he raised his head from the piles of bodies his men had collected. ‘"They are unrecogâ€" nizable." He shuddered.. ‘"The devils have done their work too well!" "Yes; the fire‘s slackening," said Bruce; "but they are still coming on. They will be on us before long, Brown." One of his men, who had been searching in the pockets of a dead Englishman, in an officer‘s coat, held up a letter. The officer took it, and would have hidden the letter as Mr. Newton came up beside him; but Mr. Newton took it out of his hand. _"Always thinking of someone else but himself!" he thought. ‘""Well, a fellow can only die once, sirnand please God, if the women and kids get clear, we shan‘t have died for nothing." ‘He is hereâ€"somewhere here; for God‘s sake help me to find him!‘" "I don‘t know whether this will help, sir?" Brown looked round with instinet of immediate obedience, and caught up a coat and slipped it on. "God bless you, my darling!" he murmured., Brown sprang to his side. "Their fire is slackening, sir!" he said. ‘"They are running short of ammunition, and keeping it for their best shots. "And you waltzing about in a white shirt as a target!" said Bruce. "Put He had saved Jess‘s father. She would be bereft of her husband, but her father would be left to comfort her. on your coat, boy Bruce saw the little party of fugiâ€" tives steal away under cover of the laagerâ€"watched them as they rode down the valley like declivity; then, even before they were out of sight,was with his men again heart and soul. Mr. Newton gripped Bruce‘s hand again. He could not speakâ€"both men seemed chokingâ€"and Jess‘s father had gone from Bruce‘s side without another word. "God bless you, sir!" she said, with a catch in her voice. ‘"The Queen won‘t want for brave soldiers while your breed lasts!" _Then she turned away quickly with the rest. $ The woman looked at him,and burst into tears. But she dried them imâ€" patiently, as if she were ashamed of her weakness, and seizing Bruce‘s hand, carried it to her lips. "I‘m for staying!" she said, her bosom heaving. ‘"We‘re women with hearts in us, and the least we can do is to stay and die with those who are dying for us!" â€" Bruce raised his hat to her. "Spoken like an Englishwoman!" he said, with his pleasant smile; "but don‘t you stop, my dear, or you‘ll make it all the harder for us. See?" ‘"No matter‘; never mind! Tell her â€"Go, sir; they are gaining!" He sprang forward. ‘"Boys, a relief party is on the way. I dare not let the women wait; I am sending them to meet our friends. We can hold the place till they are safe, ch?" > ‘"Hold it? if those devils were ten times the number! Send ‘em off, sir, and God bless them!‘‘ _ â€" A hoarse shout arose. One man swore. A woman came forward, breathing hard. "Here‘s a letter," he said, after he had given the word of command. "T‘ll ask you to give it to herâ€"" He thrust his hand into his pocket, then remembered that he had given the letter to Brown. worthy of even my Jess! Oh, forgive me, lad, as I pray God may do!" Ravenhurst wrung his hand. "If you knew whyâ€"!" he began; then he had to turn to his men. There was no time, not even an instant, to tell the truthâ€"that Jess was his wife. > ‘"Yes, Lady Marvelle, I regret to say it is. The worst news. I will not ask you to be calm.‘" â€" He glanced at the stricken father. ‘"You will be for Clansmere‘s sake, I know. We have just received a telegram from Africaâ€"â€" an awful telegram. Iâ€"I will read it to you. You will, I think, have been prepared for it, and I trust in God that He will give you strength to bear it." Then he read the telegram. Lady Marvelle uttered one low cry, but instantly repressed it. For her brother‘s sake she must be strong to suffer in silence. She did not see Jess sway to and fro and fling out her hands as if she were going down into a deep sea; but the movement, the gesture seemed to rouse Lord Clansâ€" mere to the fact of their presence, and for the first time since their enâ€" tranceâ€"he moved slowly, and put out a trembling hand, and laid it on her head. The Secretary inclined his head, as if he could scarcely speak. In aill his experience this was the worst quarter of an hourâ€"and he had gone through some bad onesâ€"which he had ever been called upon to pass. The Secretary stood, as a man does stand in these cases, uncertain what to do or sayâ€"almost angry with his impotence, and wholly anguished by sympathy. ‘"I would beg you not to give up all hope," he said; "but I fear the news is too true. Sir Hercules would not have sent it if there had been the least chance. He has promised to send all details as quickly as possible. Lord Clansmere, I need not say how deeply all who know you sympathize with you in this terrible affliction; inâ€" deed, I may say truly that all Engâ€" And as she sat, on this neverâ€"toâ€"beâ€" forgotten afternoon, she asked herself, svith keen pangs ° of remmorse, wheâ€" ther all this were not a punishment for her concealment and deception; and her hands gripped each other tightly while the unshed tears burned hotly in her aching eyes. Presently the door opened, and Lady Marvelle came in.. Suspense had done its work on her also, and she looked ten years older than she had done a week ago. Lady Marvelle went round to him quickly, and put her trembling hand on his shoulder. Jess hesitated for a moment, then she also went swiftly to him and stood beside him. It was as if these two loving women were attemptâ€" ing to shield him from the terrible blow which Fate was dealing him. He did not appear conscious of their presence, but sat like a statue, deâ€" void of sense or feeling. "Bad news?" faltered Lady Marâ€" velle. ; The touch broke Jess down, and she let her head fall on his knee and moaned. Jess rose at once. Her face could not have grown whiter than it â€" was already, but her lips twitched and she closed her eyes for a moment; then she followed Lady Marvelle out of the room. They knocked at the library door, and after a pause,\‘the Secretary himself opened it. At the sight of the two women, he drew a breath of reâ€" lief. Immediately the Government reâ€" ceived the telegram announcing the defeat and death of Lord Ravenhurst, the War Secretary himself came round to Clansmere House with it. Jess was in her room, sitting with her hands clasped tightly, her eyes fixed on the fire. Suspense is even worse to bear than bad tidings, and the last few days, since she had overâ€" heard Lord Desmond‘s account of Isandwlina, she had passed a time of unspeakable misery. She longed for, yet dreaded, news; and as she lay awake at night, listening to the striking of the hours, she pictured, not once but a thousand times, her lover, her husband, lying dead upon the battlefield. Now and again gleams of hope crossed the darkness of her terror, but they were but transient flashes. She thought, too, â€"of her father, and prayed for him; though, of course, she did not know that he was in actual peril. The Earl was sitting at his table, his hands clenched tightly on it, his face white as marble, his eyes fixed vaâ€" cantly. § "Jess," she said very quietly, but with a tremour in her voice, "the Secretary â€" is ~~downstairs with my brother. ILâ€"I am afraid there is bad news, and Iâ€"I should like to be with him. Will you come with me?" "Oh! come in, Lady Marvelle," he said; "I am glad you have come. Alas! I am the bearer of bad tidings!" Lady Marvelle and Jess were stayâ€" ing at Clansmere House, for since the news from Isandwlina and the intelâ€" ligence of Bruce‘s danger, Lady Marâ€" velle felt that she could not leave the Earl. The suspense was terrible, but the old man behaved like a Spartan. He spoke very seldom of Bruce, but he had the morning papers brought to his bedroom, and any news which the Colonial Office considerately sent him; and though he must have enâ€" dured agonies of dread, he still smilâ€" ed and talked as usual. Crowds gathered round the news paper offices, where the despatch was displayed in the windows, and groups of men were seen at the corners of the principal thoroughfares, sadly disâ€" cussing the awful news. The House of Commons met gloomily,and a question respecting the telegrani _ was, asked, and answered by the Underâ€"Secretary for the Colonies in low and sorrowâ€" stricken tones. The House adjourned shortly after; for no man could think or talk of anything but the dréadful calamity. "Battle at Wolf‘s â€" Drift. Gallant rescue of women and children! Toâ€" talâ€" annihilation of Lord Ravenhurst‘s force. Death of Lord® Ravenhurst. Matabele impi of 3000 against handâ€" ful of men, the remnant of the batâ€" tle of Isandwlina." It is not too much to say that the news of the result of the battle of Wolf‘s Drift sent a thrill of horror through the whole Empire. _ A short telegram reached London about four o‘clock, and the evening papers gave it with ‘"scare headlines". It ran: He looked at it. It was addressed to "Miss Newton," and as he read the address he uttered a cry of agâ€" ony. > \ But they held him back by main force. That from which they had takâ€" en the letter was not fit,sight for any human eye. ; "Take me to him!" Waviza CHAPTER XXXI TH E TIMES & GUIDE, EVB‘STON, WEDNESDAY, ~APRIL 25TH, 1917 ‘‘We should remember it without the newsboys," said Lady Marvelle, with tears in her eyes. "I shall have to get her away from here,". he said, with the abruptness which was habitual with him. BC must get her into the country as soon as possible. For one thing, the change would be good for her; for another, she would not be so likely to be reâ€" minded of this awful business. Lonâ€" don seems full of Wolf‘s Drift, and the newsboys won‘t Ilet us forget it." "Of course," he assented; ‘"but what I mean it, that it was here â€"in this houseâ€"that the news was brokâ€" en, and everything about the place is naturally associated with it. Better for her and Lord Clansmere that you should go away. Go to Ravenhurst. It is not so far as the . Earl‘s other places, and I can run down now and again. Though, really," he added in his candid way, "I can do very litâ€" tle.. She is quite broken down, and actually does not care whether she lives or dies. But her father‘s return may act as a tonic and stimulant." ‘"He lostâ€"the steamer he intended to sail by, and .cannot be here for another three weeks." The doctor nodded. ‘"‘Then, you‘ve got a trying three weeks before you, Lady Marvelle," he said. "Take her down to Ravenhurst. I‘ll tell you when she can be moved." CHAPTER XXXIL Jess was unconscious and delirious for four days, and when she recoverâ€" ed consciousness was so weak that the doctor‘s gravity increased rather than diminished. 8A Youth has marvellous recuperative powers. It will fight Death even when Life seems in nowise desirable; and She Ilistened with stony face to the detailsâ€"as glorious as they were terâ€" ribleâ€"read out by â€" him, now in a hushed voice, and now with a thrill of pride and admiration. The servants flocked in, and Jess was carried, raving and laughing wildly, to her room. A doctor was sent for, and looked very grave as he bent over her. / "Complete collapse," he said, ‘"and little wonder! Keep the house perâ€" fectly quiet. I will send a nurse." ‘"No," said Lady Marvelle, as she held the hot, restless hand; I will nurse her. She is very dear to me â€"â€" and my brother." "If ever a man was a hero, your son was one, Clansmere!". he exclaimed. ‘‘No one would haveâ€" blamed him if he had sought safety after Isandwlina. No one would have expected him, to go to the relief of Wolf‘s Drift. It was a forlorn hope at best; it was, as some would call it, Quixotic. Not one man in a thousan«d would have venâ€" tured it; your son was that man. â€"Let that thought console you, as it conâ€" soles us all. He gave his life for the women and children! It just amounts to that. There has never been a nobâ€" ler end, never!" Jess‘s white lips parted, and the laugh rang out again, and she flung her hands above her head with a and fro. Lady Marvelle cried out with alarm, gesture of despair as she swayed to but it was the Early who caught her in his arms. "Poor child! poor child!" he said, with a sob; "she has broken down at last!" Jess took the telegram in her hand again and stared at it vacantly; then she laughed. Lady Marvelle knew what it meant, and her hand tightenâ€" ed upon Jess‘s; but Jess almost pushâ€" ed her away, and signed to the Secâ€" retary to go on. s He pausek a moment, struggling with his tears; then, unfortunately, he added: ‘"‘There is one thing to be thankful for, Clansmere; he leaves no wife and child to share your grief and mourn his loss." ‘"I am safe. Was at Wolf‘s Drift with Ravenhurst. He fought and died like a hero. Am coming home at once." "Read it," she said to Lady Marâ€" velle, who held her nand. Friends came to inquire in hushed tones; the servants moved. about noiselessly; a gloom like a heavy cloud sat upon afflicted house. The three sat in the library all through the night, gaining perhaps some kind of strength â€" from one another‘s presence; and in the mornâ€" ing, quite early, the Secretary came again with a longer telegram. While he was reading it, there arrived a cable for Jess. = It was from her father. She opened it with stiff and termbling fingers, but could not see it. ‘"He is safe, my dearâ€"safe, thank God!" she said. "And is coming home." She paused a moment; then, in a broken voice read aloud: A little later the newsboys were yelling the headâ€"lines through the streets. Jess listened mechanically. The moment, that awful moment, when realization comes as a flash of lightning, had not arrived for her yet; and she could stHl thing of Bruce as Lord Clansmere‘s son â€" not as her husband. § As they sat in the _ now darkened room in that silence which grief alone can produce, they heard a sound of sobbing in the hall. The news had leaked out, as it always doesâ€"perhaps the Secretary‘s face had told the story â€"and some of the older servants were sorrowing for their young master. Lord Clansmere looked up at Lady Marvelle almost as if he did not see her; then he stroked Jess‘s hair. Jess raised her head. "And I, too, am proud of him," she said hoarsely. "I have reason to be, for I wasâ€"‘" She checked herself at the words, "his wife." Was this the time to tell them? To tell the father that his son had deceived him? No; her â€" Bruce‘s â€" secret should remain still a secret a little longer. _ Time enough when the bereaved father had recovered suffiâ€" clent strength to bear the news. land shares your grief. But, Clansâ€" mere,"â€"and his voice thrilledâ€"‘"it alâ€" so shares in your pride. _ It is proud of your son, who has died not only for his Queen and Country, but to save helpless women and children. Let that thought sustain and comfort you, if any comfort be possible. Lord Ravenâ€" hurst‘s name ranks amongst those of the heroes of whom England is more proud than of all: her other possesâ€" sions.. The country mourns with you toâ€"day, Lady Marvelle." 7 There were no tears in his eyes, but his tone brought them to the eyes of the Secretary, and he could not speak as he went out. "Thank you," he said at last, and with difficulty. ‘"Iâ€"â€" thank all friends. My boy‘"â€"he faltered, and almost broke downâ€"‘"my boy died like= a soldier. Â¥Yes; Iâ€"I am proud of him!"‘ Lord Clansmere bowed his head and his lips moved. ; (To be continued) PIONEER doing his chores near A his log cabin at Stonewall. Manitoba, ‘one day early in June, 1881, put down his feed bucket to put a hand to his ear to listen Then he threw down the bucket and ran toward the log cabin. As he neared the cabin the man shouted : "Here she is aâ€"comin‘!" His wife and children ran out of the cabin to watch the first train on the Canadian Pacific Railway steam along from Winnipeg to Portage la Prairie ) A few days previous, the first map of the lines was issued at Winnipeg. The map _ announced "Special low rates on emigrants‘ moveables." _ The tariff went into effect June 18, 1881. At that time the railway lines ran from Rat Portage to Winnipeg, a distance of 133 miles; from Winnipeg to Portage la Prairie, 55 miles, and from Winnipeg to Emerâ€" son. 65 miles. The total mileage of lines in cperation wus 253 miles. In 1881 Portage la Prairie was the western terminus of the railway, and Rat Portage, now Kenora, was the eastern terminus. The Pembina branch, 65 miles long, which was later HIGH SPOTS IN C.P.R. HISTORY rom Winnipeg to Portage la Prairie,| When the Canadian Pacific took |proceeding rapidly on western extel > miles, and from Winnipeg to Emerâ€"|over the branch lines in Manitoba,|sion from Portage la Prairie. Froi on. 65 miles. The total mileage of|connection with the outside world |a total of 253 miles in 1881 the Cans nes in cperation wus 253 miles. was made at Emerson. 65 miles from |dian Pacific Railway has extend.ed t In 1881 Portage la Prairie was the| Winnipeg, by St. Paul, Minneapolis|18,233 miles of lines. The railwa estern terminus of the railway, and and Manitoba Railway. The main |now has 1,500 miles of double track: at Portage, now Kenora, was the|line of the C. P. R. west to Portage la| which exceeds that of all other Can: astern terminus. The Pembina| Prairie was situated a little north of|dian railways put together. ranch, 65 miles ]qng, which was later|the presemt line Tro time card in The first map of lines ever issued by the railway company.. Phe lines in 1881 extended 25% miles® Poâ€"day there * are 18,090 miles in operation. 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