The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-12-14
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do 10 mischief to them, stands party Of
four, mallet in hand, onxa certain evening
not very long ago.
"Wel," said Garry Lane, We had
better make haste and choose sides, or
we shall not have time for another game
before we are benighted. Remember,
the evenings are shorter than they were a
month ago"
With clever stroke Of her malet, Car
~ sent her croquet ball bounding up to
the spot where Mr.. Hale. the culate,
stood talking with MAJOR Warder, Of the
''Blues," and Miss Holroyd, who, like
himself, were guests at Woodlands for
the evening. He gave brisk jump as
the ball came with full force against his
ankle, looking hastily round at the pretty
culprit, who laughed quietly beneath the
shade of her dainty little hat and plume,
he1 bright young face radiant with bloom
and happiness.
"You are hard enemy, Miss Carry"
he Said, coming toward hers $50 if we
are to choose 81 des, shall have you on
mine"
very WELL" said Garry, no way dis
pleased. "Let us begin at once. Come,
Glare, and Major Warden
So the battle began in real earnest
Glare Hoiroyd and the major on one side,
Garry Lane and the curate on the other
Report said this young curate, of Thames
town, was counting pretty Carry Lane.
Perhaps he was at all events, Garry knew
best, and no one had any right to set re.
ports going until the fact was confirmed.
But il 1t was true, then we can only say
the curate was man Of good taste, and
he might have gone very far before he
would have found q prettier wife or a
warmer heart than this little Garry Lanes.
The other girl formed quite contrast to
her Garry was all brilliance and color,
with richly tinted cheeks, sparkling ro-
guish eyes, and jet black locks; but Glare
Holroyd was pale, wonderfully pale, and
fair it was only now and then that a
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 glory round the pale face
such real, bright waving, gold, collored
hair A little, rare smile would some
times part the delicately curved lips and
lingsr there awhile, and then it was you
could call Clare Holroyd very lovely. She
was tall and slender, and on this evening
her dress was all white. Garry Lane had
placed bit of scarlet geranium f, in the
golden hair, which formed fitting con.
trast.
Garry had been telling the curate all
about Miss Holroyd, for that young lady
had only lately arrived on visit to some
friends at Thamestown, and was no,
known in the neighbo1hood. She had
just passed through season in London
where Garry said she was "raved about
People called her firt, but Gary
couldn't see it, unless that careless, hall
absent way IN which she allowed the as
slduous maj TO arrange her croquet ball
watching him with look of calm indif
ference in her beautiful eyes, and some
times that rare, sweet smile on her lips
might be called flirting. The Major wa!
sincere admirer of Miss Holroyd's; bu
Garry denied there being anything in
it," The curate shook his head, anc
wasn't sure but what there might be-"
The game proceeded very slowly, owing
TO the repeated "bad strokes of the ma
lior," and a slight absense of mind on tn,
part of the curate. Presently there came
out through one of the library window
which opened on the lawn, a tall hand
some old lady to look at the players"
q have just lett my invalid to himsel
little, poor fellow; I wish he was abl
to be out here" she said, ensconsing her
self in a garden chair under the linn
trees.
"Invalid-aw ~ said the major, arrang
ing his taWny moustache, and gains
sleepily at the speaker. "Who is he ay
Mrs. Lane? Didn't know you had an
one staying here"
He has been with "a week now,
replied Mrs. Lane. "He is a sort of q con
nection of mine. Capt. Challoner, of til
til, just home from India, where he wa
wounded in his arm during the mutiny
He is recovering that, however, thong
The arm is still in sling; but he is sui
fering from frightful depression an
weakness, after an attack of brain fever
I got him here as soon as [ could, 70
change of air. His is rather romanti
lstory."
Like to hear it-aw," murmurcd tn
major, indefatigably smoothing his nous
tachc.
Before he went out to india" sal
Mrs Lane, his mother told me he met, a
friends house in London, a young lad
she did not mention the name
whom he became'attached, and, in cours
of time, engaged. The wedding day wa
fixed, and everything arranged, whel
suddenly, to the surprise of all, the en-
1 gagement was broken off. The youn!
lady went to Brighton, and Charlie Chal
Toner to India. No one knew exactly HOY
il was, but Mrs. ChAlloner thinks it wa
because the girl hirted with other ad
mirers, and Capt Challoner.grew jealous
so they quarrsled, and however the CIR
may have felt after it, know he ha
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