The St. Cloud journal., 1875-05-13

centric ana extraordinary alliances
go frequently contracted by military
men @ .-elliances unsuggestive of eth
eF pleaspre, Or profit, and the result
apparently ofdull quarters and time
EIbenEgipg 81 heavy. on their :. !, hands. For
speh-Ike i. <passipgs diseopsttorts, these
stFopgminded ri gll, o9pes; 9'4 take to themselves
remedy wholly irremediable, and of
WHICH one. cannot but think they
must heartily repent, as soon as they
find themselves in civilized society
and q popular station once more.
Mrs. Beauehamp had been a Miss
Thomson, the sister, it was said, of a
village doctor in an obscure part of
Ireland where the Major had been
quaEtered. He had no excuse, how
ever, ip the shape Of bewitching Irish
lb9eeayty. lb9e for Miss Thomson was an
:EnglliisslhXsomap, :Engllisl very plain, and sew
eral years older than himself: "How
it 50 came al|e.: let doctors tell." The facts
are, that they were tied together for
Life, and that the Major was attached
to his wife, like 2 good man as he
Was, though unable occasionally to
help feeling an unct,Nmfortably hot all
oyeEish sensation when mixing in
general society with her.
In the course Of the forenoon of the
same day, Lady Gascoigne, happen
ing to look out Of, one Of the front
.wiinsdosWsgs; nsdosWsg of the drawing-room, beheld
Mrs. Beeuchamp hurrying up the ap-
prosch at full speed !, no joke to her,
for 4he was Of: q very large size and
easily Qyerheated, when her natural
}y> aorid: complexion assumed the
deepest crimson hue, as on the present
occasion. In due course Of time she
was ushered into, the room, and
scarcely waited to wiring. Lady Cas-
coigne's hand before throwing herself
into, q chair, and there gasping for
breath, unable to say word.
"You seem quite exhausted said
her ladyship, too surprised to be
frigid 't1et me. ring for glass of
wine," and her hand was upon the
bell; but Mrs. Beauchamp waved a
violent; dissent with her parasol, tug
ged 6ercely; at her bonnet strings,
which she finally succeeded in loosen
ing, tore the pins from her gay shawl,
and threw it back, and at length
speech returned to her. my dear
Lady Gascoigne," said she, still pant
ing at intervals, this visit-so ,uncer-
emonious-you must excuse-your
brother, Mr.. Greville-"
my brother?" said Lady Gasco-
inge, taking alarm che has gone out
TO-. ride; nothing has happened, +
hope%
Nothing alarming, I hope and
trust,-a tu,:7 slight accid dent, lying at
our. house," and. Mrs. Beauchamp
toS9k % |:rpea to painting again, whilst Lady
Gascciiepe rushed { from the room to
put OF, her bonnet and order the dog
cart, as the lghtest and speediest We
hicle, to be got ready; it was soon at
the door, and she jumped in and
drove off; entirely forgetting her visi-
tor. Hearing the sound Of wheels,
however, that lady, having now re-
covered herself, rose and went hastily
to the window, and seeing the dog
cart proceeding on its way without
her, she threw up the sash and bawl-
ed Justify to the groom to stop. Lady
Gascoigne looked round, and behold
ing the portly form half stretched out
of the window and waving a large
pocket handkerchief as signal Of
distress, whilst intense anguish at the
idea Of having to walk back was de-
picted upon the rubicund counte-
nance, she could scarcely refrain from
smiling, though so full of anxiety
about her brother. She would not
lose moment, however, by turning
back, so.called out to an under-garden-
er near to order the pony-carriage for
Mrs. Beauchamp, and went on in
haste to Thurston Lodge. Mr.. Gre
Vile was extended on a sofa and
scarcely yet conscious. The village
doctor, who was with him, gave, how
ever, sanguine opinion, suggesting,
at the same time, that their London
physician should be telegraphed for
to save all anxiety.
Lady Gascoigne eagerly accepted
Major Beauchamp's offer to take the
dog-cart and 60 to Marston, the near
est town, for this purpose, and has
| tened him out Of the house. On his
way he had to pass by the gate OF
Hirst Castle, and not far from it he
met the pony-carriage, Mrs. Beau.
champ seated in it, and overaowing it
considerably. Although of anything
but fairy-like dimensions, and several
years older than her husband, she
kept up the juvenile, gushing line, in
her relations with him, with the most
praiseworthy perseverance. The Ma
jor, of course, had no intention o1
stopping, and drove on, merely calling
out an explanation as he passed, but
his. wife screaming a1t'i i'm. "Charles
Charles, my love!' i'll tlcspairine
tones, he was obliged to pull up.
"What is it?" cried he, looking
back.
/ "Charles, I am So i'll; I ran the
whole way to Hirst. You know
am not strong, Charles, and I fee