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Show 77L PRINCESS MARY‘S GIFT BOOK for a certain reason. He took it sure enough. For the assegai was wrenchcd out of the hand of the striker. Still, as he was reeling back- wards. it did not go through Magepa, or perhaps it hit a bone. He. drew out the spear and threw it at the man. wounding him. Then he staggered on. back and back, to the edge ol" the little clilt'. ‘ ‘It was reached at last. \Vith a cry of " Help me. l\laeumazahn l " Magepa turned, and bel'ore the other man could spear him. leapt straight into deep water. He rose. Yes. the brave old fellow rose and struck TRUE SPARTAN HEARTS out lor the other bank, leaving a little line of red behind him. BY I rushed, or rather sprang and rolled down to the edge of the stream, to where a point of shingle ran out into the v *ater. Along this I clambcred, and beyond it up to my middle. Now Magepa was being swept past me. BEATRICE IIARRA DEN Painting and Decorations by EDMUND DULAC I caught his outstretched hand and pulled him "WW ashore. " The boy!" he gasped ; "the boy I N times of war the Spartan women used to say to their Is be dead ?" ~ I severed the lashings ot' the mat that had cut right into the old I'ellow's shoulders. Inside ol" it was little Sinala, spluttering out water, but very evidently alive and unhurt. t'or presently he set up a yell. " No." I said, "he lives, and will live." "Then all is well. Macmnazahn." (A pause.) "It was a spy in the bush. not a buck. He overheard our talk. The kings slayers Matte" came. (lita held the door of the hut while I took the child, cut a hole through the straw with my assegai, and crept out at the back. She was full of spears bel'ore she died, but I got away with the boy. Till your Kattirs found me I lay hid in the bush, hoping to escape to Natal. I ran for the river, and saw you on the further bank. Then Imight have got husbands and sons, "Return with your shield, or on it," meaning that they must either conquer or die. There was no affection or indulgence shown towards the warriors who survived a dcl‘eat; for loyalty to the State was thought of more account than personal loss. and he who had not died striking his last blow for Sparta, was deemed unworthy of remembrance. and could expect no mercy from those who had loved him and sent him to the battlefield "to conquer or die." So this was how the Spartans felt about their warriors; and you can imagine their indignation as well as their dismay when, in the year 371 B.C., news reached Sparta that their army had been defeated at the "Give him food, Macu- "Farewell. That was a battle of Leuetra by the Boeotians, a rival Grecian State, and that three good saying of yours-the swift runner is outrun at last. Ah! yet I did not run in vain." (Ilzzut/zm'puzzs‘c, f/zc lust.) Then he lifted himself the moment when seine great festival was being celebrated in the city. upon one arm and with the other saluted, first the boy Sinala and next me, muttering, " Remember your promise, Macumazahn." their relatives, and the women were forbidden to mourn. away, but that child is heavy." (A pause.) mazahn, he must be hungry." (A pause.) " Thatis how Magcpa the Buck died. I never saw any one carrying,r weight who could run quite so well as he," and Quatermain turned his head away as though the memory of this incident alt'ected him somewhat. " \Vhat became of the child Sinala 2' " I asked presently. " Oh, I sent him to an institution in Natal, and afterwards was able to get some of his property back for him. I believe that he is being trained as an interpreter." hundred men had saved their lives in flight. The news was brought at The Ep/zors commanded the names of the slain to be made known to But the mother of Eucrates could not at first hide her grief, and her neighbours said among themselves : "Why should she be sorrowful? Her son has died bravely. II‘ he had disgraced himself by flight, then only would she have the right to mourn." The old man Phidon came in to see her, and found her spinning, busily engaged at her work, it is true, but with t‘ars in her saddened eyes. He was a very stern old man, a Spartan every inch of him, and he spoke harshly to poor Ione. "lone," he said, "not one sin gle 75 tear should course down your MIRA fl\\m |
