Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-07-14
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Eyes, there is no denying that we had
rather a stormy time of IT'D
And Captain Ferdinand Lawrence
stroked his mustache, and compaccntly
handled the scabboard of his sword,as he
spoke, with the air of hero who has no
objection to being properly appreciated.
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 poisoning 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 Law
renee! could you but have seen into the
hidden mysteries of Grace Bryans
thoughts, what crash there would be
among the dazzling colonades and airy
pediments of your grand Chateau en-
espagyne! But love is blind, and so, I'M
fortunately, is self-esteem
captain Lawrence" said grace, with
her little hands nervously interlocked,
and her serious eyes never moving from
his face, twas there not private IN your
company called John Harrai?"
Captain Lawrence gave quick, invol-
untary start, but recovering himself i'm
mediately, though with a heightened
color on his cheek.
"Harral-Harral; yes, l believe there
was"
"And can you tell me what has become
of him?"
"Upon my word," said the captain,
with little uneasy laugh that was de
cidedly at va, lance with the keen glance
shooting from underneath his bent
brows~ Private Harral is a lucky fellow
to have inspired such an INTEREST,"
''Can you tell me what has become of
him. repeated Grace, as calmly as If she
had not heard the covert sheer.
"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
leisuIely turned over the leaves
"Let me see--Gates-Hall, Hanna, oh
here it is! Harral, John, marked miss
ing Just the sort of fellow to take par
ticularly 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. Anything 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 in
consistency. She sat like one stunned,
with hands still folded, and eyes me.
chanicaliy fastened on the winter sun.
shine that quivered along the opposite
wall while the blood slowly receded from
from her cheek, and the color from her
lip.
Gracious Heavens, she has tainted y
CALCULATED the captain, springing from his
seat. Halo here, somebody! Bring
camphor, cologne, anything! Confound
Private Harral!''
Are there any wounds so bitter that
time, whose gentle finger draws the man
tie of velvet grass over new-made graves,
and puts the chiaro- oscuro of many sun
rises and sunsets between us and our
griefs, cannot heal them? Yes, there are
some that bleed on silently, and mine life
and heart away with their unseen gush--
and such one was hidden under Grace
Bryan's sad smile and heavy eyes, always
luminous with the melancholy shine Of
unshed tears.