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which Ensign Richard Doubledick had saved； inspired all breasts；this
regiment fought its way through the Peninsular war； up to the investment
of Badajos in eighteen hundred and twelve。 Again and again it had been
cheered through the British ranks until the tears had sprung into men's
eyes at the mere hearing of the mighty British voice； so exultant in their
valour； and there was not a drummer…boy but knew the legend； that
wherever the two friends； Major Taunton； with the dark； bright eyes； and
Ensign Richard Doubledick； who was devoted to him； were seen to go；
there the boldest spirits in the English army became wild to follow。
One day； at Badajos；not in the great storming； but in repelling a hot
sally of the besieged upon our men at work in the trenches； who had given
way；the two officers found themselves hurrying forward； face to face；
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against a party of French infantry； who made a stand。 There was an officer
at their head； encouraging his men；a courageous； handsome； gallant
officer of five…and…thirty； whom Doubledick saw hurriedly； almost
momentarily； but saw well。 He particularly noticed this officer waving
his sword； and rallying his men with an eager and excited cry； when they
fired in obedience to his gesture； and Major Taunton dropped。
It was over in ten minutes more； and Doubledick returned to the spot
where he had laid the best friend man ever had on a coat spread upon the
wet clay。 Major Taunton's uniform was opened at the breast； and on his
shirt were three little spots of blood。
〃Dear Doubledick；〃 said he； 〃I am dying。〃
〃For the love of Heaven； no！〃 exclaimed the other； kneeling down
beside him； and passing his arm round his neck to raise his head。 〃Taunton！
My preserver； my guardian angel； my witness！ Dearest； truest； kindest of
human beings！ Taunton！ For God's sake！〃
The bright； dark eyesso very； very dark now； in the pale face smiled
upon him； and the hand he had kissed thirteen years ago laid itself fondly
on his breast。
〃Write to my mother。 You will see Home again。 Tell her how we
became friends。 It will comfort her； as it comforts me。〃
He spoke no more； but faintly signed for a moment towards his hair as
it fluttered in the wind。 The Ensign understood him。 He smiled again
when he saw that； and； gently turning his face over on the supporting arm
as if for rest； died； with his hand upon the breast in which he had revived a
soul。
No dry eye looked on Ensign Richard Doubledick that melancholy day。
He buried his friend on the field； and became a lone； bereaved man。
Beyond his duty he appeared to have but two remaining cares in life；one；
to preserve the little packet of hair he was to give to Taunton's mother； the
other； to encounter that French officer who had rallied the men under
whose fire Taunton fell。 A new legend now began to circulate among our
troops； and it was； that when he and the French officer came face to face
once more； there would be weeping in France。
The war went onand through it went the exact picture of the French
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officer on the one side； and the bodily reality upon the other until the
Battle of Toulouse was fought。 In the returns sent home appeared these
words： 〃Severely wounded； but not dangerously； Lieutenant Richard
Doubledick。〃
At Midsummer…time； in the year eighteen hundred and fourteen；
Lieutenant Richard Doubledick； now a browned soldier； seven…and… thirty
years of age； came home to England invalided。 He brought the hair with
him； near his heart。 Many a French officer had he seen since that day；
many a dreadful night； in searching with men and lanterns for his
wounded； had he relieved French officers lying disabled； but the mental
picture and the reality had never come together。
Though he was weak and suffered pain； he lost not an hour in getting
down to Frome in Somersetshire； where Taunton's mother lived。 In the
sweet； compassionate words that naturally present themselves to the mind
to…night； 〃he was the only son of his mother； and she was a widow。〃
It was a Sunday evening； and the lady sat at her quiet garden… window；
reading the Bible； reading to herself； in a trembling voice； that very
passage in it； as I have heard him tell。 He heard the words： 〃Young
man； I say unto thee； arise！〃
He had to pass the window； and the bright； dark eyes of his debased
time seemed to look at him。 Her heart told her who he was； she came to
the door quickly； and fell upon his neck。
〃He saved me from ruin； made me a human creature； won me from
infamy and shame。 O； God for ever bless him！ As He will； He Will！〃
〃He will！〃 the lady answered。 〃I know he is in heaven！〃 Then she
piteously cried； 〃But O； my darling boy； my darling boy！〃
Never from the hour when Private Richard Doubledick enlisted at
Chatham had the Private； Corporal； Sergeant； Sergeant…Major； Ensign； or
Lieutenant breathed his right name； or the name of Mary Marshall； or a
word of the story of his life； into any ear except his reclaimer's。 That
previous scene in his existence was closed。 He had firmly resolved that
his expiation should be to live unknown； to disturb no more the peace that
had long grown over his old offences； to let it be revealed； when he was
dead； that he had striven and suffered； and had never forgotten； and then；
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if they could forgive him and believe himwell； it would be time enough
time enough！
But that night； remembering the words he had cherished for two years；
〃Tell her how we became friends。 It will comfort her； as it comforts me；〃
he related everything。 It gradually seemed to him as if in his maturity he
had recovered a mother； it gradually seemed to her as if in her
bereavement she had found a son。 During his stay in England； the quiet
garden into which he had slowly and painfully crept； a stranger； became
the boundary of his home； when he was able to rejoin his regiment in the
spring； he left the garden； thinking was this indeed the first time he had
ever turned his face towards the old colours with a woman's blessing！
He followed themso ragged； so scarred and pierced now； that they
would scarcely hold togetherto Quatre Bras and Ligny。 He stood beside
them； in an awful stillness of many men； shadowy through the mist and
drizzle of a wet June forenoon； on the field of Waterloo。 And down to that
hour the picture in his mind of the French officer had never been
compared with the reality。
The famous regiment was in action early in the battle； and received its
first check in many an eventful year； when he was seen to fall。 But it swept
on to avenge him； and left behind it no such creature in the world of
consciousness as Lieutenant Richard Doubledick。
Through pits of mire； and pools of rain； along deep ditches； once roads；
that were pounded and ploughed to pieces by artillery； heavy waggons；
tramp of men and horses； and the struggle of every wheeled thing that
could carry wounded soldiers； jolted among the dying and the dead； so
disfigured by blood and mud as to be hardly recognisable for humanity；
undisturbed by the moaning of men and the shrieking of horses； which；
newly taken from the peaceful pursuits of life； could not endure the sight
of the stragglers lying by the wayside； never to resume their toilsome
journey； dead； as to any sentient life that was in it； and yet alive；the form
that had been Lieutenant Richard Doubledick； with whose praises England
rang； was conveyed to Brussels。 There it was tenderly laid down in
hospital； and there it lay； week after wee