The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1869-06-23
SELECTED STORY.
60 Wounded

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Down to the banks of the Thames slopes
the lawn at Woodlands, the residence of
Mrs. Christopher Lane, widow; and beneath
the shady lines. on what is termed the
{" croauet grounds" far enough away from
the geranium and yerbena beds to do no mis-
chief to them, stands a party of four. mallet
in hand, on certain evening, not very long
ago. aif5f-sd q siFsa
IsWen,n said Garry Lane, "We had bet
ter make haste and choose sides, or we shall
not lave time for another game before we
are benighted. Remember, the evenings are
shorter than they were a month ago." 5I4a.
With clever stroke of her mallet, Garry
sent her croquet ball bounding up to the
spot where Mr.. Hale, the curate, stood talk
ing with Major Warder, of the Blues" and
Miss Holroyd, who, like himself, were guests
at Woodlands for the evening. He gave a
brisk lump as the ball came with full force
against his ankle, looking hastily round at
the pretty culprit, who laughed quietly be-
meath the shade of her dainty little hat and
plume, her bright, young face radiant with
bloom and happiness.
"You are hard enemy, Miss Carry" he
said, coming toward her " so, if we are to
choose sides, shall have you on mine" =
G@Very well,n said Garry, no way displeased.
" Let us begin at once. Come, Glare, and
Major Warder." u,
SO the battle began IN real earnest Clare
Holroyd and the major on one side, Garry
Lane and the cufate on the other. Report
said this young curate, of Thamestown, was
counting pretty Garry Lane. Perhaps he
was; at all events, Garry knew best, and no
one had any right to set reports going until
the fact was confirmed. But if it was true,
then we can only say the curate was a man
of good taste, and he might have gone very
far before he would have found prettier
wife, or warmer heart than this little Garry
Lanes. The other girl formed quite con
trast to her; Garry was all brllliance and
color, with richly tinted cheeks, sparkling,
rogueish eyes, and iet-blaek locks; but Glare
HOlroyd was pale, wonderfully pale, and
fair; it was only now and then that faint,
soft tinge of color would come into her
cheeks and Tighten up her deep gray eyes.
Her hair was very beautiful; it formed quite
q glory round the pale face-such real, bright,
waving, gold-eolored hair. A little, rare
smile would sometimes part the delicately-
curved lips and linger there awhile, and then
it was that you could call Clare Holroyd
very lovely She was tall and slender, and
on this evening her dress was Invite.
Garry Lane had placed bit of bright scarlet
geranium in the golden hair, which formed
a fitting contrast. ai
Garry had been telling the curate all about
Miss Holroyd, for that young lady had only
late ~ do of
jamestown, and was not known in the
neighborhood. She had just passed through
"season" in London, where Garry said
she was, "raved about" People called her
firt, but Garry couldn't see it, unless that
careless, half absent way in which she al
lowed the assiduous major to arrange her
croquet ball, watching him with a look of
calm Indifference in her beautiful eyes, and
sometimes that rare, sweet smile on her lips,
might be called flirting The Major was
sincere admirer of Miss Holroyds but Garry
denied there "being anything in it." The
curate shook bis head, and wasn't sure but
what there might be-"
The game proceeded very slowly, owing
to the repeated bad strokes of the major,
and a slight absence of mind on the part of
the curate. Presently there came out through
one of the library windows which opened
on the lawn,.a tall, handsome old lady to
look at the players. st i 3sgij aI - G.
I have just left my invalid to himself
little, poor fellow; I wish be was able to
be out here" she said, ensconcing herself in
a garden chair under the lime trees 5.t
7" Inyalid-aw !" said the major, arrang-
ing his tawny moustaehe, and gazing sleepi-
ly at the speaker. ,"Who is he-aw-Mrs.
Lance Didn't know you had any one stay
ing here" -+s - -e i'1's ''
,"He has been with US week now" re-
piled Mrs Lane. J" He is sort of con-
nection of mine. Capt Challoner, of the
til, just home, from India, where he was
wounded in the arm during the mutiny. He
is recovering that, however, though the arm
is still in sling but he is suffering from
frightful depression and weakness, after an
attack Of brain fever. got him here as
soon as could, for change of air. His is
rather a romantic story."d riHs1 .1A
"Like to to hear it-aw," murmured the
major, indefatigabiy' smoothing his NOUS
tache.0i9i. 3ed3 ss511n5l g3sG aeiFef Il
,."sBefore he went out to India,n said Mrs.
Lane, his mother told me he me, at friends
nOooSj AZ A1ohN"h, youiiS lduy-SHe QIQ
not mention1the name-to whom he became
attached, and in course of time, engaged.
The Wedding day was fixed, and everything
arranged, when suddenly, to the surprise Of
all, the engagement was broken off. The
ounglady went to Brighton, and Charlie
Challenor to India No one knew exactly
how it was, but Mrs. Challenor thinks ii
was because the girl flirted with other adj.
mirers, and Captain Challenor grew Jealous
so they quarreled, and however the girl NAV
have felt after it, know he has never gct
over it, and it is just that which is keepino
him weak and depressed, and much feaII
he never viii be any better. He has only
been away from England a year, and here
helis perfect wreck. 1t is miserable TO SEE
fine, handsome young fellow like that as
weak as an infant, hardly able to move from
the sofa, and SO Istless and Indifferent. )
sighed the kind hearted Mrs. Lane 81 "a !
SsHeis such downright good fellow /
don't how any girl could have ouarrelet
with chim,n exclaimed Garry, enthusiast
s.6ll1n fis 8s.sfg va D. ;slisi lllz-, - -,
1.-The curateI looked around sonevba
quickly. Was he growing suspicious2 Car
~ pretended not to see the look he hen
upon her; but she did see it, and felt ratk,
pleased than otherwise.
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