The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1878-05-22
FOUND AND SAVED.

eyes, there is no use denying that we
had rather stormy time of it"
And Captain Ferdinand Lawrence
stroked his mustache, and complacently
handled the scaboard of his sword, as
he spoke, with the air of hero who has
no objection to being properly appre-
ciated.
Grace Bryan has listened to the
whole Of his circumstantial description
with blue, dilated eyes fixed on his,
curved lips, half apart, and cheek
where the color varied, as you have seen
sun and shadow chase one another over
slopes of blossoming grass. No wonder
that the doughty captain felt inwardly
elated at the success of his eloquence.
Had he at last struck the responsive
keynote to this pale young beauty's
nature? Was his long servitude of love
at last to meet its exceeding great
reward?
Oh, Captain Lawrence Captain
Lawrencei could you but have seen into
the hidden mysteries of Grace Bryan's
thoughts, what crash there would be
among the dazzling colonnades and airy
pediments of your grand Chateau en-
Espagne But love is blind, and so,
unfortunately, is self-esteem.
"Captain Lawrence" said Grace, with
her little hands nervously interlocked,
and her serious eyes never moving from
his face, "was there not private in
your company called John Harral ?"
Captain Lawrence gave a quick, in
voluntary start, but recovering himself
Immediately, though with heightened
color on his cheek.
"Harral-Harral; yes, believe there
was"
Sand can you tell me what has be-
come of him ?"
"Upon my word," said the captain,
with q little uneasy laugh that was
decidedly at variance with the keen
glance shooting from underneath his
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fellow to have inspired such an inter-
est |"
"Can you tell me what has become
of him 2" repeated Grace, as calmly as
if she had not heard the covert sneer.
"One don't keep the run of these
privates," said Lawrence, carelessly /;
"but if Miss Grace really cares to know,
why, of course, my poor services are at
her disposal /"
He drew out little memorandum
book, neatly bound in black morocco
and leisurely turned over the leaves.
"Let me Observation-Disclosures
oh, here it is! Harral. John
marked missing Just the sort of
fellow to take particularly good care of
his bones and sinews-deserted dare
say. Oh, they will do it, Miss Grace.
Hold on, though, here's another entry.
Harral-killed in the action-buried on
left side of creek-hum-m-m. Any
thing else can do for you, Miss
Grace?"
But Grace did not answer she did
not even ask to see the treacherous
"minutes which might have revealed
their own inconsistency. She sat like
one stunned, with hands still folded,
and eyes mechanically fastened on the
winter sunshine that quivered along the
opposite wall, while the blood slowly
receded from her cheek, and the color
from her lip.
"Gracious Heavens, she has faint
ed I" calculated the captain, springing
from his seat. Halo here, somebody !
Bring camphor, cologne, anything |
Confound Private Harral r.
Are there any wounds SO bitter that
Time whose gentle finger draws the
mantle of velvet grass over new-made
graves, and puts the chiaro-oscuro OF
many sunrises and sunsets between us
and our griefs, cannot heal them ?
Yes, there are some that bleed on silent
v. and mine life and heart away with