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The Exeter Advocate, 1892-6-9, Page 2Pisa ...1.4•••••••1,0••• Until !lune Coutes. Haveyou heard the song a nunintieks " Spring is coming. ! Spring is cousin'!" For the robin has been noted ; He has regisrled and voted. Winter's pee we'll soon go Haying!, Dry,goods stores ere all displeying Seca a line of summer " thinguxus,, ' Laces, linens, lawns and ginghatns • Yet—ohl clutfers, frieade aed labbe're, Don't forget be wear your rubbers! Gentle spring brings gentle sloshes ; Meader° cling to your galoshes! Spring is coming—floyver intentioned, Winter's lied !—as 1 halm mentioned, Yeti glYe this word of warniug: Wear your rubbers every morning! Wear tliem evenings, and endeavor To forget to wear them—never! Put Mein on her Cinderellas ! Also carry both umbrellas I Though WO boast like brash Goliath " Spring s couaing 1 winter liyeth I Yet wear rubbers, wooer them always, And if needs must—in the hallways Soraeoue °lees you may borrow And return them on the morrow ; 13ut tie -lime comes, dry and cheery, Wear your rubbers! Roney, Disarm ! A True Mau. "Aro my biscuits light.john ?" asks the charm- ing young wife, As she smiles on her husband, and he, With emphasis, answers, " They're lovely,. mr life, As light as theloam of the sea." .s4 • - L4h7-1109r4.44 " s the steak cooked to salt you r she gently inquires. And he says; as he smilingly nods, "It might havebeen cooked at celestial fires, And is tender enough for the gods." And the coffee, that pleases You, too, does it, dear? She aske, overjoyed with his praise, Which rather thau strains of sweet music she'd hear. "1 never drank better," he says. So she siti down beside him and with hire par- keetle takes, And the rigid, no doubt, will confess That if John tells her lies in the a.ustvers he -sin-takes, He's a gentleman, nevertheless. THE BLACK LACE DRESS. ANi) you're not going to the dance, after all, Katie Carleton?' Henrietta Lacy was sitting in the modeet little third -story back room, which was all the home that Katie Carleton had; a square room, with one bulging window, looking out upon the roof, and the walls covered with a coarse zigzag pattern Of crimson on a peitgreen ground, while the carpet, well-worn in spots and carefully darned, was of a nondescript color and design—great sprawling leaves and scrolls bursting out in a tangled com- plexity, which would have made a designer's head swim. But Katie Carleton, humble little photo- graph -colorer though she was, was young and pretty, with yellow hair waving away from her low, square forehead, arched brows, and deep hazel eyes, while the con- finement ancl monotony ot ,lity life had not yet stolen all the fresh roses from her cheeks. For Katie Carleton, like may another, had left a comfortable, if not a luxurious farm house home, with the idea that for- tunes were to be picked up in the city as readily as blackberries on a sunny stone wall. Poor girl! She had found oat her mistake soon enough, yet she had too much pride to return, a unless burden to the honest old uncle and his six daughters, who made cheese and raised poultry in the vener- able precincts of Elderberry Farm. No- body wanted a governess ; her little poems were returned, labelled " Respectfully de- clined," from the newspaper offices ; and the water -colored drawings, whereby she had expected to take the artistic world by storm, hung in the circulating library window until their margins were smoke - blackened ana their bright colors hopelessly tarnished, without any oue ever taking the trouble to ask the price. And at last, just as Katie was beginning to wonder whether death by starvation was really such a pain- ful end, some kindly sod told her of a chance to get employment from a great photograph establishment in the Bowery. Hetta Lacy was employed there, too— not exactly in Katie's humble capacity, but as the smart young lady who received the customers, helped them with their bonnets and wrars and answered general questions. She considered it .quite a condescension on her part to patromze Katie ; and Katie had too few friends to be specially particular about their quality. And now, as Miss Lacy sat opposite her, in a lilac poplin dress, and with an artificial bird in her hat, one could but think of a paroquet that had somehow fluttered down into a dove -cote. " No " said Katie, "1 am not going." "1 know why," said Henrietta, spite- fully. "It's because Evan Maris doesn't approve•of fancy balls." " Mr. Mania ought to be a better judge of what is and what is not proper, than a mere country girl like me." said Katie mix- ing a little more ultramarine blue for the sash of a pudding -faced little boy with a cat in his arms. "Oh, I dare say," said Henrietta, tossing her head. " And you're really determined not to go?" " Yes, quite." "Then perhaps you wouldn't mind lend- ing me the black lace dress that you pasted the gold stars on wlien you did mean to go. I find that the lower flounce is completely torn off my white tartan, and I really haven't time to plan any new costumes." "You are quite welcome to it, Henri- etta," said NESS Carleton, kindly. "I can put on a little gold fringe, and make a very. decent ' midnight ' out of it," said !tette, Indifferently. "Only, Katie, I think you are a goose not to go !" Katie did not argue the question—she only painted quietly on, and Henrietta Lacy went away. "Oh, Mr. Merris!" said she, radiantly, as, on ascending the steps of the photo- graphic saloon, she met the handsome young foreman of the printing office over- head, "I've just returned from Kate Carle - ton's. And you ought to see the lovely dress she has been preparing for the mas- querade ball 1" " Indeed!" Evan Merris' brow darkened slightly. "1 thought she had decided not to go." "1 don't know about that," said Miss Henrietta, artlessly ; "1 only know that ihe's got a beauty of a dress, black lace, all sprinkled over with gold &tars." Mr. Muria passed on and Henrietta en - tired the saloon, congratulating herself on her finesee. "I've put a spoke in her wheel, I guess," 'laid the youug derneel to herself . "and seree her right foe getting Bowe 'Merris away from me, that had known him years before she ever showed her pink -ad -white baby-face here. And I didn't tell anything but the truth, either I I did are the dress there, and she hes been making it I" Katie Carleton expected Evan Merris in Vain that night. The little bow of fresh blue ribbon in her yellow hair was all in vain ; the new ruffle at her throat and the spotlessly ironed white apron wag donned to no purpote. She eXtingeished her little larrip at 10 o'clock, and, cteepiog tato her bed, cried herself to sleep, she did not exactly know why. The next night was the night of the much - talked -of masquerade ball, Evan Merris hated and despiiied these miscellaneous gatherings front, the bottom of his heart— and yet, just When carriage after carriage was driving Up, and the crowd arrivittg, he °WACO to be standing la she asnivItiy lighted street, leaning againet a 'Amp -post, and moodily watched, the prettily -attired figures flit by. Suddenly he gave a start- There Was the bleat lace limes, starred ever with gold, floating aoross the pavement, worn bya slight, graceful figure, and leaving a faint odor of musk and pa,tchouly in ita pathway. But he did not see the triumphant flash of the veiled eyes, as for an Meant they rested on his face. "There she goes," he murmured to him- self, as the diaphanous folds of black and gold disappeared under the deeorated arch- way ; "and there, beneath her feet, crash to rums the air -castles that my silly brain has been building for the last three months; 1" So be went on his way, determined to see or hear no more of pretty Katie Carleton, the yellow -haired girl who had somehow contrived to cast a glamour about his heart and brain decidedly prejudicial to the influ- ence of Miss Henrietta Lacy. But a melee resolves are made neither of guttioperoha nor adamant, and he could not help pausing instinctively in front of the tenement house in which Mies Carleton lived, and as he paused he saw through the big, brightly lighted window of the grocery below the slender figure of Katie herself, in a gray dress, like a little nun, buying the humble loaf of bread and 10 -penny worth of tea which were to serve for her morrow morning's breakfasts " It can't be possible !" said Evan Merris to himself. No, it cant ?'' But just at that moment Katie turned, and he saw her whole face ; a little sad, perhaps, but quietly self-contained and sweet. Involuntarily he walked in and held out his hand to her. Katie dropped the loaf of bread in her embarrassment. " Mr. Morris !" " Miss Carleton !" "How came you here ?" " I might, with better reason, ask how carne you here? For I was certain, fifteen minutes ago," he added, seeing her surprised and bewildered face, "that I saw you cross the pavement opposite Hebe Hall, in a black lace dress covered with gilt stars, and enter the ball -room door." • "Oh, no," cried Katie. "I—I had long ago given up all idea of going; and Hen- rietta Lacy asked me soy the loan of my dress, as she hadn't time to make up one for herself. It was Henrietta you saw, not me." "Henrietta, eh!" repeated Evan Merris, alowl), as a certain light broke in upon his brain. "Henrietta Lacy! Exactly ! I see it all now. I always suspected that girl was not quite straightforward in her deal- ings, and I am sure of it now, Miss Carle- ton." Then, after a pause, he asked: "Are you disengaged this evening?" "Quito." "May I come up and sit with you ?" "1 shall be delighted," answered simple Katie, flushing all over." The next day Henrietta Lacy came around to Katie's room, with the black lace dress folded up in a fiat paper parcel. "I'm so much obliged to you, dear," said she. "I had such a charming evening." "So did I," said Katie, who longed for some congenial ear into which to pour the story of her happiness. "Mr. Merris spent the evening here." " Mr. Merris !" "Yes. And, oh, Hada, only think 1 He asked me to be his wife, and we are to be Married in February'; and I don't know how it ever chanced that so much happiness should be in store for ma." Henrietta, Lacy bit savagly at her nails, as she listened. So all that plotting and planning had been in vain, after all. And the magnet, Love had attracted Evan Merris to the right and true, after all. — Atny Randolph. Height of Adam and Eve. I have often wondere'd where NI. Hendon, the French savant, got his data for the curi- ous speculations he gives as to the height and other proportions of Adam and Eve. In his remarkable work, "The Degeneration of the Human Race," published in 1718, the learned academician gravely informs his readers that "Adam was 123 feet and 9 inches in height, while his disobedient con- sort was but a paltry 118 feet from the sole of the foot to the crown of the head." Of course all who have read very extensively of Talmudic literature, or even Baring- Gould's "Legendsof the Patriarchs andPro- phets," remember the wonderful (stories told of how Adam was niade ; of his gigantic size, and how, after the fall, his stature was reduced by several miles by the offended God himself. The Talmud has this to say of Adam's height: "He was so tali that he stood with his feet on earth and head in heaven until after God pressed hint down at the time of the fall." Rabbi ,Thucht says that when he lay on the earth "his body completely covered it." Another Talmudic story says: "To judge how long he was, understand that his body stretched from one end of the earth to the other, and it takes a than 500 years to walk that dis- tance. * * * The angels were awed with wonder when they saw that gigantiC human being, and bowed before him crying, Holy, holy, holy.' Then God reduced his size by cutting off great chunks of flesh." These are all absurd legendary stories, of course ; but where did Hermon get hie figures for the 123 -foot calculation men- tioned in the opening ?-8t. Louis Republic. REV. Davin SWING has a very readable article in this month's " Scribner " on the Chicago fire. The fire began on Sunday evenirg, October 8th, 1871, at a quarter be- fore 9 o'clock. It raged until half past 10 the next evening, pausing suddenly in a large isolated dwelling house, which fell into ruins at that time. The work of de- struction thus, under the' impulse of a driving wind, lasted only about twenty-six hour?. The houses' destroyed were about fourteen thousand ; the people rendered homelese, ninety-eight thousand ; the value of property destroyed, two hundred million' of dollars. It was never learned, says the doctor, how the rumor originated that a cow had kicked over a lamp and burned the city. The fire started at a quarter before 9. The O'Leary's had milked their cow at 5 o'clock and had had no lamp lighted, that Sunday in either cottage or barn. The air W&8 so much like summer that the inside of both stable and house was deserted. It was never learned how many lives were lost in the burning and falling of so many build- ings. The coroner was called upon to make report on one hundred andseventeen bodies, But the heat Was so intense that rnany bodies may have been obliterated so com- pletely as to leave no trace of a life or a death. . —Reporter --'If you will allow me to heve the eetmen which you are to deliver on Sunday, 1 Will copy it and print it in Mon. day' e paper. The Bev, De Goode—I amulet allow my Sernion to go out of my hands. If you will come to church on Sunday you can hear it and take notes. Reporter (with dignity)—I do not work on Sundays; sir— New Yoh Weekly. The big sister's intentled--johnny, why do yeti hang around here so much? Johnny —Itas Watt& to hear um jeweler, whithtle. Papa timid he'd have to whitlitli for hith pay for thithtaf s I gagement wing, la 'TWAS A BONUS BLUNDER The Brilliant Charge of the Light Cavalry at Balaclava, faord Lucan place Nolan under arrest I NOt • he. He aeoepte Nolan's taunting words as an explanation elf the order, his ecornfel gesture as a direction, and Maumee it to be not a direction toward the Arabtabie Redoubt, bet toward the Coosack battery, backed by Ryjoff's squadrons, away &nen the North Valley, He hesitatea no longer. He will order the Light Brigade into that cul-de-sao of deeth ! Lord Cardigan is no coward, but he re- ceives the order with unfeigned surprise ! " Certainly, sir; but allow ale to point oat that the Ruseiants have a battery in the valley in our front, and batteries and rifle- men on each flank.' "1 cannot help that t it is Lord Baglan' positive order that the Light Brigade attack immediately," . There is no misunderstanding on Lord Cardigan's part. He realizes the serioue- nese of the work he has to do : he has pointed out that obedienee swans the sacri- fice of the brigade. Now the reesoning man gives way to the soldier, He has but one duty—.to obey. "The brigade will advances!" Everyman in his place 1 There is i motion n the brigade. Men and horses feel there is warm work coming. Narrow the front 1 Captain Oldham's 13th Light Dragoons and Capt. Morrie' 17th Lancers will lead the way. Col. Douglas dresses up the llth Hussars, Lord Cardigan's troops, to form the oecond line. Lord George Paget's 4th Light Dragoons and Col. ShewelPs 8th Hussars fall in as the third line. Thebrieade is ready. Fifteen or twenty yards in advance of the centre of his &et line Lord Cardigan, at- tired in the uniform of the llth Hussars and resplendent in gold lace, bestrides his white stockinged chestnut charger. He is a leader who leads! "The brigade will advance." And with their commanding officer as pilot the fated Light Cavalry swings into a, trot and fronts straight down the Valley of Death. Nolan is electrified Standing on Head- quarters Hill he ha made a mental map of the field. He has been. waiting in the •expeotation that we would bring forward the left ahoulder,and now he sees that this is not our intention. He knows well that a terrible blunder has been made—that the result will be to sacrifice the brigade. He bore the order; he even pointed out to Lord Lucan the location of the gunoi to which it referred. It may not yet be too late to rectify the error. He will try ! Spurring out from the left front of the first line he rides diagonally across the front of the advancing brigade, waving his sword, shouting to attract attention, and pointing in the direction of the Arabtabia Redoubt. Cardigan seem him, but, far from divining his object, views his strange conduct as a grave breach of military ethics—an unseemly endeavor to excite and hurry the brigade. And he rides on undeceived. The Russ is awakening. The guns on our front and on either slope come into action. The gunners are feeling for our range. Nolan has nearly crossed our front when a fragment of an exploding shell strikes him full on the brient and tears a way to his heart 1 As the brigade advancea the steed turns short and gallops toward the line, bearing the horribly mangled Nolan left hand on rein and sword arm uplifted. Nolan, he nears us Ms blade drops, and from the lips of the ghastly rider comes a shriek so weird, unearthly, horrible, as to chill our blood! And from his natural conning tower on the heights Lord Raglan and staff look down upon us with wonder and alarm. Liprandi sees us too, Neuer for a moment does he suspect that our goal is the Cossack battery. He has rightly judged Lord Raglan's intentions, and he expects us to bring forward the left shoulder and move on the Arabtabia Redoubt. So sure is he that the recapture of the guns is our object that he withdraws his infantry beyond No. 2 Redoubt and forms hollow squares to with- stand our expected attack. What an oppor- tatty Lord Lucan's blunder has lost! The Light Brigade has now fairly entered the Valley of Slaughter. Down the stretch in our front tear aolid shot which crash through our ranks, and from right and left slopes a hellish hail of shell, round shot, grape,co.nister and musket balls sweeps nen and horses before it. Dead horses go down to obetruct our progress ; wounded horses plunge about wildly, with horribly human screams, crushing wounded riders and break- ing our ranks. On 1 On ! ! Before us the battery in full play; behind us a trail of dead and mangled horses and men! Follow the white stockinged charger, men! Cardi- gan points the way! Eighty yards yet 1 Crash /1 Every gun in the Cossack battery belches forth its metal vomit! The carnage is horrible. The chestnut charger and rider are safe'but cruel desolation is wrogght in our line. Men and horses mingle in a welter of confusion, and the miesileii which have mangled and dismembered them hurtle on to do further destruction in the supporting lines. Many officers go down. Capt. Oldham of the 13th, Capt. Coed, Cornet Montgomery, Capt. Winter, Lieut. Thomson and many others are never seen afterward. But it is the /e.st salvo. Extricating themselves from the floundering mass of disabled and writhing horses and men the fifty or sixty survivors of the first line plunge after their leader into the battery smoke. Sabree in the air now, men Bravely you have run the gauntlet of Death down the valley, without a chance to strike a blow I At them now 1 Remember your slain com- rades I The second and third lines, in diminished echelon, are here. Swabs and ramrods are dropped. Down go the Cossack gunners, spitted through or with cleft skulls, or they crawl beneath the gun car- riages for shelter 1 Many an artilleryman's wife will weep for this day's work On past the guns sweeps Capt. Morris, with a score of survivore of the 17th Lancers, which he drives straight at the halted squadrons of Russian horse. Down go the Muscovite spears, and in an instant the gay lancers are buried deep in their ranks. Morris rides at the squadron leader and, point on, transfixes him with his eword. 'Unlucky thrust! The very death- blow to his enemy pinions him to the body, from which he cannot withdraw his sword, and he is held by the wrist -knot until, struck down by sabers and lances, he is made a prisoner. Lieut. Chadwick, too is severely wounded and falls into the hands of the enemy. Well is it for them that officers are near at hand ! Unrestrained by officers the Cossacks have a way of saving trouble with torisonere. Where is Lord Cardigan? Shooting through the battery, far in advance of his men, Cardigan finds him- self alone in the presence of solid phalanxes of Russian cavalry, who attempt to sur- round and capture him. Ire parries their lance thruste until almost unhorsed, and then gallops back through the battery. Where are his men/ Through the smoke he eeee little groups and litritgglers of the 13th Light Dragoons and 17th Lancers retreating up the vally, and giving his horse the rein he follows them. Arid this mistake is the regret of Cardigan's life.. -that he should have retired and left a single man of his command fighting behind him Meanwhile remnants of the brigade are engaged in terribly unequal struggles with detachments of theeneniy's cavalry,. Morris' handful of Leaders have driven in the Rus - Marl line, but are etsim compelled to retreat p LORD LUOAVS MISTAKE. He Bent Cardigan to Charge the Wrong Bat. tery—The Slaughter in the North Vafley —The Struggle Among the Guns—Eight- lug the Russian Horsemen—Tile Retreat —9,A1lonville's Timely Work—Counthig the Cost. Time, October 25th, 1854. Place, the southward slope of the Cher- sonese, looking toward Balaclava. Twenty minutes ago 673 horsemen, the flower of the British Light Cavalry, dashed down from those heights Mangan Avenue of Death, into the very heart of the Russian army, silenced a battery, sabered its zen- ners and rode back again. Now they call the roll and count the cost of the achievement which as long as the martial spirit warms the human breast shall reflect imperishable glory on British arms. " Men," says the intrepid Cardigan,as he sadly gazes at the 195mounte before him, "it was a mad -brained trick, but it was no fault of mine." "Never mind, My Lord 1 we are ready to go again I" Yes ; brilliant as was the charge, great as must be its moral effects, and deserving of praise as are the gallant fellows who made it, it was, nevertheless, a stupendous blunder. Let me take the reader over the ground. Yonder is the North Valley stretching away in front. On the left is the Fedioukine Hills, occupied by Jabrokritsky with 8 bat- talions? 4 squadrons and lapin& On our right is the Causeway Heights, held by Liprandi with his strong force of infantry andfield artillery, extending to the Arab - table Redoubt. His cavalry have withdrawn a full mile and a half down the valley where, behind a Don Cossack battery of 12 pieces they stand massed, probably count- ing their losses iu the recent engagement with Searlettal Heavies. The enemy has the valley covered from either side and one end liy artillery, infantry and cavalry. His line on the Causeway Heights, how- ever, is weak. Searlett's attack has causcd the retirement of his horse and at the re- doubta captured by him yesterday he would be ill able to withstand an attack. Lord Raglan from the Headquarters Hill sees his opportunity, as Ito:tuna be seen from the valley or the lower slopes, and he deter- minea to make the attempt to recapture the redoubts and save the guns. He is not given to placing too much faith in cavalry. He has been awaiting the appearance of Cambridge's and Cathcart's Divisions of In- fantry, but thelatter, is tardy. What he does must be done soon if it is to effect his purpose. The Russian flank may be easily •turned ; he will appeal to the cavalry. October 25th, 1854, will be a great day in the annals of cavalry. The men were early under arms. Just as they were About to be dismissed for breakfast they received the order to advance. Their haversacks were empty. The Heavy Brigade won glory on empty stomachs; it is the Light Brigade's turn now. Right under their eyes on the slopes of the Chersonese the brilliant, dash of the Heavies was made, while they -were compelled to stand with sheathed sabres a,nd curse the orders which doomed them to inaction. But their work is cut out for them now! Soon Captain Morris Who has just implored in vain that Cardigan would allow him to lead his regiment to the (sup- port of the Heavies, may give his charger the rein and revel in the carnage of a veri- table Valley of Death ! Down from Headquarters Heights comes an aide with a despatch from Lord Raglan: " Cavalry to advance and take advantage of any opportunity to recover the heights. They will be supported by the infantry who have been ordered to advance on two fronts." Brief enough, explicit enough, it seems ; but Lord Liman fails to grasp its raeaning or its urgency. He cannot see the whole field as can his chief; he does not compre- hend the object of the order. Leaving the Heavies to await the arrival of the infantry he advances across the valley with the Light Brigade, and there he halts them and waits —and waits. Every field glass on Headquarters Hill is turned on the cavalry on the right slope of the valley. Lord Raglan cannot knew that his order has beenmisconstrued—that instead of advancing on the enemy and looking to the infantry for support, Liman is waiting to support the infantry with his cavalry. To the Commander -in -Chief his inaotion is inexplicable, provoking; it invites disaster, and that disaster—the loss of the gune—the very one the order was intended to prevent. Even now, unseen by Lucan, but in full view of the staff on Headquarters Heights, Liprandi's artillerymen move forward with horses and lasso tackle to carry off the captured ordnance. Over half an hour has passed since Damn received the "third rder" ,• why does not he advance Lord Ritglan'e patience is exhanated. Calling Quartermaster General Airey he dictates a new order. To whom shall it be entrusted ? Nolan 1 Nolan, the brilliant, dashing aide-de-camp of Airey. The daring young cavalry enthusiast seizes the impor. tent paper, and at break -neck speed tears down the slope. He has been chafing at Lord Lucan's inaction and, what he con. ceives to be, wilful disobedience of the "third order" of the Commanding Officer, and he burns with eagerness and anger as he brings his steed to its haunches before Lord Lunen, salutes, and presents the "fourth order." Sitting in his paddle in front of the troops Lord Lucan reads the order: "Lord Raglan wishes the cavalry to advance rapidly to the front and try Rol prevent the enemy carrying away the guns. Troop of horse artillery may accompany. French cavalry is on your left. Immediate.--Ainkv." There is nothing obscure in the order. Lord Lucan looks at the young aide. Is that a look of authority assumed, of im- patience, or of contempt on his handsome flushed face. Airey signed the order; Airey' s aide bore it. Lord Lucan has been inclined to nredit Airey with originating orders which he only transmits. Having in mind the Coen& battery a mile and a half down an artillery.swept valley, he jumps at the minclueicth that the order is a blunder, and, forgetful of his position, forgetful of the presence of the aide , he rails at the commanding officer and his strategy. Little i wonder that the young captain s shocked Little wonder that he answers an angry interrogatory hi less respectful tote than he shouid use towards a superior officer : "Lord Reglan'ti orders are that the brigade should attack immediately." "Attack, sir 1 Atte,* what six What gunel " "There, My lord, is your enemy ; there are your genet" The scornful words, the no tete ecornful festare by which Nolan indicates the odalityof the captured guns cin the Cause- way Heighteg ithoald undet ordinary field dieciplide bring Swift ptinishineriL Does of Cossack opearmen. While the condi° With the cavalry rages, the Russ moves u artillery teams to attempt to MVO the gun He is not to be permitted to do so lamp posed A gallant little band composed 0 men from the 13th Light Dragoons and 171 Lancers: offers desperate and bloody resist mice, until Brigade Major Mayow orders chargeon the cavalry in the rear. Nor is th coast clear yet. The llth Hussars and 4t Light Dragoons are arnong the artillerymen /setting, slashing, thrusting. Valorous' the Russians strive to save the Czar' ordnance. Determinedly their assailant struggle for possession. Cornet Edwar Warwick° Hunt actually dismounts an attempts to unhitch a Russian team Th carnage is hideous! Mild-mannered an ordinarily tender-hearted men become ver fiends of slaughter ! Sabres drip, and me are bespattered with gore Ah I it i horrible enough ! But the brave lads hol the battery; they even (Usable some gun in the rear, which the enemy is in the ac of removing ! Well done, Paget 1 Four handred yards beyond the batter Col. Showell, with the remnants of the St Hussars, finds himself without orders an with squadrons of Russian horse on thre sides of him. He has waited severe, minutes—minutes which were hourdong to him. Just as he is joined by Me,yow an his fifteen Lancers he descries thre squadrons of Russians moving swiftly down and forming front toward the Russian rear Well does he know their objeot 1 They intend to cut off his retreat! "High about—Wheel 1" and the 70 horsemen are hurled at the three squadrons forming in the valley. The struggle is briet ; the los small, and melting away before th onslaught the Russian horsemen are soon seeking safety on the higher slopes. And our little band, joined by Capt. Jenyns with a, few survivors of the 13ch. Light Dragoons, begins the retreat up the Death Valley. Col. Douglas, with a little body of the llth Hussars, has been pursuing the enemy far down the valley, toward the e.qu.eductt, but now he is , pressed back by a strong force of cavalry. The 4th Dragoons, in broken formation, just out of the,struggle for the battery, come up at the critical moment, and Lord Paget, self-possessed as if on the parade ground, grasps the situation at a glance. The little group of Dra- goons and Hussars are within 40 yards of a compact body of attacking Russian horse 1 "11 you don't front, my boys, we are done 1" Timely appeal 1 Close in th.e stragglers; narrow the front ! The Rus- sians know what that formation means; they have learned to look for much from our cavalry. They hesitate; they batt; and the danger is past. But what is that body of troops in our left rear ? Oar own llth? Oh, no It is many times the strength of our 171h even before to -day's fatal folly. Lieut. Roger Palmer has sharp eyes and well he knows the headgear of the Russians. It is jeropkine's three squadrons, who, seeing our plight, have moved down from the Tractir Road to intercept us and eat off our retreat. Well may Lord Paget say "We are in a devil of a fix!" Minutes are precious; but in great crises men think quickly. Lord Paget sees the value of in- stant action, and he rises to the occasion. " Threes about ! " and joined by a few stragglers nom the first line we begin the retreat along the death -strewn trail. Three squadrons deep the Russians form in our path. Does it mean annihilation? It looks like it. As Lord Paget's little troop approaehes &rep - kine swings back the right shoulder and wheels his squadrons half back to attack it on the flank at the moment of passing. The manceuvre tactically good, butrather slowly executed. "Throw up your left flank !" shouts Lord Paget, but he is not heard, and grazing the front of the solid eque.drons, dodging lance thrusts and parry- ing sabre strokes, our little host sweeps on. And where is Lord Lucan the while his Light Cavalry is being sacrificed? His Lordship's blunder has been a terrible one; it is to cause his recall, to reflect on his judgment and cloud his military future; but it leaves no tarnish upon his personal valor. He fully intends to be in the fray. He divides the Heavies into three lines to follow Lord Cardigan's force down the valley, intending to .preserve a connection and have thus a chain of supporting lines. But the pace is too fast. In spite of his effort, by riding out far in advance of his men to preserve the formation, Lord Cardigan's rapid charge and the demoralizing cannonade breaks the continuity he had planned as preserve. The cruel cross -are is decimating the Heavies. Lord Paulet is wounded; Capt. Charteris falls dead beside him ; Lord Lucan is shot in the leg and his horse is twice wounded. Tlae Light cavalry is rapidly fading from sight in smoke and dust far down in the front; the connection has been irreparably sundered; shall he further imperil his troops, or shall he not? He has decided. "They have sacrificed the Light Brigade; they shall not the Heavy if I can help it 1" And back they ride out of the raking cross-fire from the heights, to count them losses, to wonder how the battle rages down the valley, and to be ready to cover the retreat. But will there be any retreaa ? Does it seem possible that any remnants of the gay brigade that has just disappeared in yonder battery smeke will ever make their way back? Even if they break away from the Russian cavalry how can they hope to run the gauntlet of rear and cross batteries? Think of those rapidly served guns on the Causeway Heights and on the Fedioukine Hills It seems impossible that anything can survive such a storm of iron. But Jabrokritsky is not to be permitted to complete the work of slaughter from the Fedioukine Hills. Fax up the valley that brave Frenchman, General Morris, with his magnificent Chas- aeurs d'Afriquet looks down on the advance of the Light Brigade. Generous admiration changes to horror as he sees it charge straight down ,between the Russian bat- teries. He perceives that a terrible blunder has been made • he will do what he can to minimize its effe'ct. He is a man of prompt decision. Jabrokritsky's batteries, doing ;such deadly exeoution, mud be silenced; and he will silence them. Re orders the gallant D'Allonville and the Travellers " to attack. Bringing forward the right shoulder the regiment moves off at a quick pace, wheels to the tight and sweeps down upon the flank of the nearest battery. Veterans are there. The Russian artillerymenquickly limber up and dash off, while jabrokriteky hiinself leads up a etrong. force to prevent D'Allonville from carrying off the guns. But D'Allonville's work is done ; the recall ie sounded, and he retires. And, thanks to the noble Fre/minium* well -tinted attitek, the murderous batteries of the Fedioukine Hills which inflicted so mUch injury on out ca,valsry in their advance, are silent during their retreat. And each a retreat 1 lance athlete and sabre strokes may be parried or evaded ; not so the plunging shot,, the! hail of musket halls and the whirring fragments of shell. Ansl yob the efforte of Liprandi's gunners are to pome extent a cover for the retreatingcavalry, protecting thein from urauit y the llanitian squadtons. But thay , aney nue over bodies of dead coMrsidee- Mounted men, sorely wounded, cling to their homes, and others not so fortuoate struggle °Jena Q11 foster, exhausted atta weak ftelai lose of blood, lie down to. be newest to death and stripped by the implacable Cossacks. 13rave fellows give up their meunte to wounded comrades and walk be- anie them. And all the time Liprandi's gunners on the Causeway Heights do their.' word. Weald that Lord Lucan had had General Morris' foresight 1 But, hark ! British cheer ! And out of the einoke of the fray, Lord Paget, bringing up the rear of the stragglers, emerges to be warmly greeted by Lord Cardigan and fellow eu,r.- vivers. * * * * * * It has been a pregnant twenty urinates ! Dearly- has glory been purchased. The 131h Light Dragoons muster only tea men ! Examination shows that WO have ket 113 killed ; 134 wounded ; 15 unwoanded. prisoners, and that 475 horses were killed and 42 wounded. We nave lost twiny offi- cers. And what have we gained? Ah ! it was splendid Yee," says the sego French general, Bosquet, " ie splendid ; but it is not war 1" What did you mean, air,'" says Lord Raglan, by attacking a battery ip. front, contrary to all the usages of way, and the OnstoMa of the servioe 7" "My Lord," replier: Cardigan, "I hope you will not blame me, for I received the order to attack from my superior officer front of the troops.' * * And so the Charge of the Light Brigade— brought about by a most deplorable blunder _has become, by reason. of the bravery of the officers and men engaged, enshrined is history, to shed lustre on British arms and to live mean example of daring and devotion to duty; while, notwithstanding ,his unfor- tunate severance from his men—which none regretted wore than he—Lord Cardigan fa conceded to fully deserve leis commending officer's high encomiam "He was as brave as a lion 1" MAstanzetez. Oatmeal anti Oranges. No sort of food is better for the com- plexion than oatmeal and oranges. 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