The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-06-30

listless and indifferent" sighed the
kind hearted Mrs. Lane.
"He is such downright good fell
low, I don't know how any girl could
have quarreled with him, exclaimed
Carry, enthusiastically .9t
The curate looked around some
what quickly. Was he growing sus-
picious? Garry pretended not to
see the look he bent upon her, but
she did see it, and felt rather pleased
| than otherwise. as3i II
1.-The girl must have been heart,
less coquette, for ! do not believe he
would have given her up on any
slight provocation," continued Mrs.
Lane. "Yet think she could not
but, reproach herself for herIconduct
il she saw him now"
"Aw," said the major, "qnite ro-
mantle. Shall we--aw--see this hero,
| this -" .Fuai 9stl 50
Don't laugh at him. Major War
der" cried Garry; "you would give
your eyes to be half as handsome. :"
Again the curate looked uncom-
Portable. but Garry relieved him
somewhat when she added, 81 have
an idea that he is still devoted TO the
girl, whoever she may be. / have
watched him gazing out OF the win
dow, with such far-away look in his
eyes, as il he were thinking OF her
and other days"
"Aw--shall we-aw-sce him to-
mighty" asked the major again.
Perhaps you may induce him to
come into the drawing-room after
tea," said Garry.
Don't you feel interested-aw-
and curious, Miss Holroyd? ?" asked
the major, going up to where she
stood.
She was pale at all times, but ut
that moment Clara Holroyd's face
was CHASTITY.
"My dear, you are cold, said Mrs.
Lane. Garry, you must leave the
game and come into the dining-room; !;
there is a small FIRE there. and We
will have some tea. Come, Clara, /
cannot let you catch cold on my
lawn, or you will not be allowed TO
come here again"
Mrs. Lane rose, took the young
girls arm and led her TO the house,
the others following slowly.
An hour afterwards, when the twi-
light ming. ed with moonlight, and
cast shadows upon the stone balcony
outside the library windows, Captain
Chalioner rose up from the sofa,
where he had been lying all the after
noon, and with weak, wavering steps,
he strove to pace the room. He was
growing weary of that tedious con-
tinement day after day, and he strug-
gled hard against the weakness which
overcame bin. His left arm was
bound up in sling; with the right
he steadied himself in his walk, hold
ing on by the bookcase, the table and
chairs.
Mrs. Lane had called Charles Chal-
loner handsome; but strictly speak
ing he was not so-neyer had been.
1t was a fine face, noble face, one
you could trust in, one you might
like to have near you in time Of dan
ger. doubt, difficulty or trial. There
was intellect in the broad, high
brow; there was tenderness and
truthfulness in the large, sad brown
eyes, which at times seemed to be
looking "far away" as Garry Lane
said, and there was brave frmness
in the mouth aud massive chin.
Presently Captain Challoner stop
ped in the middle of his walk. His
ear caught the sound OF music in the
drawing room across the hail.
Young. sweet voices sang "Annie
Larrie." Slowly he staggered back
to his sofa again. carrying u horde OF
half-forgotten memories with him
memories which had gone to India a
year ago with aim, following him all
through the scenes of war and death
and returning home again, only to
be banished by fever and uncon-
sciousness. Back they flowed with
double force as "Anpie Laurie" broke
on the stiffness around.
"Her songl her songw he muir
INJURED. II hoped I was forgetting
her."
/ The poor wounded hand strug-
gled bard to cover his face, but only
the right arm was able to do Its
work, and the man who had once
been so strong and brave groaned in
.anguish-perhaps for his helpless
state, but me links it was more ai
the memories which that old song
recalled.
ST could have borne it all had she
not married him-that fellow--thai
fooll' he groaned.
All, there was q wound in Charles
Challoner's heart far deeper than
that in his arm--a wound which time
did not heal. The opening of the
door caused him to look round;g ther
trembling, staggering and CHASTITY,
he rose to his feet. Was it the ghosl
of his former love that came to hin
there in that moonlight silence, rob
ed in white, with her pale, beautiful
! face rlyalng her dress? A momen
she paused, then with outstretcheo
hand Clare Holroyd came towards
him.
"Captain Challoner," she said, '.
heard you were here. they told me-
you were i'll. ] am come to see 20,
toto say wronged you once-il
my cruel foolishness, but I ask yo'
to forgiven
Broken, disappointed and almos
F., incomprehensible as was her speech
3 he understood it.
1t was no ghost, then; it was re
} ally Clare Holryod-his first, hi
t only love. And the face lie ha,
wearied and pined to see was ther
: now. at his side. the moonlight MAY