The Northern Pacific farmer., 1880-02-26

reason OF MINES cOldnesS ana irritable
ity. At the least thing she would snap
and sulk; and one afternoon, when
George innocently made some inquiry
about Miss Brown, she fired up in q
jealous pet.-ys "rYou seem very anxious
about Miss Brown. I am not obliged
to show her off in the drawing room
whenever visitors come. She is only
pauper cousin whom we have taken in
from charity"
'It's queer..charity, dear if you talk of
it IN that way" laughed George. II
don't consider poverty disgrace, eth
er."
mo but its very inconvenient," said
Millie, still querously, and that reminds
me; if We marry, l suppose you don't
mean t" live on my money. Papa says
his banks might break and all sorts of
things. So l suppose you will do some
thing to- get an independent income"
"Yes.' answered George, coloring
deeply. Il have applied for an exchange
into tn line, and think of going out to
Il :war IN the Indian frontier. I shall
:h~1e a Lieutenant Colonel's rank-so
if you wait for me two years, Millie, I
will return with new career, and, per-
haps, an income before me-"
''Oh, wait two years to become a SOL
dier's wife and 60 out to live in baking
Indian heat!" exclaimed Millie, pout-
ing. 81 never bargained for that!'
Just at that minute Gertie Brown
came in. She had a m Message to deliver
to Millie from Mr.. .Moyle, and blushed
al ali q forf,sso1 tho roo,,n nh oro +ho -, ~
of quarreling lovers sat.
miss Brown, said George, rising to
shake hands with her, II wish you
goodbye, for | have just been telling
Miss Moyle that am going to the war
in India -"
you are going to t. war! Oh, Mr..
de Vray-if anything should happen to
you'll" exclaimed Gertie, and the tears
started to her eyes.
''Thank you for those tears" said
George, gratefully. II shall know that
one person here, at least, will feel in
terest. Now give me as a keepsake
that red book-marker you are holding
in your hand. I will bring back the
ribbon with something hanging to it,"
"The Victoria Cross, perhaps" tit
tered Mile, rather uncomfortably. 81
declare that's poetical. Well, goodbye,
MIR. de Vray; we part as friends, don't
we?"
Excellent friends" answered George,
% he lifted both her hands to his lips,
and kissed them playfully.
One year passed. There had been a
triumph of the British arms in India,
and the name of Colonel de Vray was
associated with it. His, name was in
everybody's* mouth. He had received
promotion and other honors, and was
returning to England after the termina-
ton of the campaign as Major Gen.
eral Sir George de Vray.
AS for Millie Moyle, she was be-
trothed to the earl of Beauvray, and
when Sir George arrived in London one
OF the first things he read in the paper
was that~sthe' marriage between this
young lady and his cousin was to take
place in a week.
He no longer cared now. He went
to MIR. Moyle's house on the very day
Of his return in the afternoon, and was
ushered into the dining-room, where
luncheon was taking place. He was
received like a hero, for Mr.. Moyle
liked to be on good terms with success
full men, and Millle was anxious to OBJ
tain something like forgiveness for her
jilting. She received it fully and freely,
so far as could be judged from the
young generals manner, for he was
frank and pleasant, but after the first
greetings were over he addressed him.
self principally to poor little Gertie
Brown, who sat radiant and trembling.
At last, when a toast had been drank
to Georges honor and Miles happi-
ness-honest Mr.. Moyle acting as toast
maker-the general drew parcel from
his pocket and extracted from it Ger
ties book-marker. There were hang
ing from it the Cross of the Bath, Vic
toria cross and something else-a wed
ding ring.
''Will you take all three, Gertie?'
said George, approaching Miles little
"Bravo, Sir George" exclaimed Mil
lie, clapping her hands, though she
turned little pale, II always said that
Gertie and you were intended for each
other"
$50 did l." said worthy Mr.. Moyle;
"but say, hullo, what's that?"
There had been loud knock at the
door, and footman entered with TEL
egram on tray. Mr.. Moyle opened
the missive, and uttered an exclamation
of horror and dismay. "Great heavens,
my Lord, read this!" he faltered.
The telegram announced that the new
Lord Beauvray had been killed in a
railway accident. So the Indian hero
got his titles and estates again.
Old Moyle had sunk in chair help
less. His face was thing to see.