Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-06-19

quiet to dancing in that Oven."
As she spoke Lieutenant Hawksley
came through the door, and, seeing her,
claimed the dance. They went off to-
gether leaving Waring alone. He was
still leaning against the ratings of the
veranda, watching the dim figure of the
sub. moving up and down below him.
"Brandon!"
"Ah,"
"Why the deuce aren't you dancing?"
"'Cause Amino other reason. Who
are YOU? l can't see because of the shade.
Is it the gallant Captain Waring?"
cit is young impertinence?"
"Come down-there's good fellow-l
want to speak to you"
Jack walked along the veranda to the
steps that led down to the garden, and
descended them, crossing the grass, he
came up to Brandon.
"Well, what is it,"
"When are you going to barracks?'
'sIn little while; why?''
because | want you to walk home
with me, if you don't object
"Consider the grind9''
"You lazy mortal, why it's only three
miles? The evening will be comparative
ly cool, and walk across the fields and
through Bens Brake will be somewhat
refreshing"
"Supposing do, what then?''
"Then | shall be able to tell you some
thing"
cat what time does the ball end?''
"Two, | think. The colonel was
called away, you know, but left his wishes
behind that it shouldn't be postponed;
consequently it wasn't. But it won't go
ON long"
"WelI, then, we'll go and say Good
night to the hostess.
"And Miss Gray" put in the sub, as
they started.
They found the colonel's wife and
thanked her for their pleasant evening,
the captain not forgetting her niece.
"And now," said Jack, "here we are
fire away!'
The road that led up to Colonel Gray's
bungalow was curious one-what was
called a "wiggle- le"---that is, al
most series of semicircles joined to-
gether and making chain. There were
three of these semi-circles. The first on
the left, which was larger than the others,
contained what was called the Fort.
Past it, the road bulged out into the Sec
ond; and to the right of this, though not
within it, was wood or jungle, the out
skirts of which struggled over the road as
sea waves do over sand ridge.
Where the second left off and the third
began was a path through the forest
which was called Ben's Brake. This
last semicircle, running out to the left,
was cut quarter of the way up by
cross road, which, shooting off at right
angles, sklrted the trees till it reached the
cantonment of Bandermunda and the
barracks. A little way from where the
cross-road left the main road was yet an
other branch This was the real continu-
alton of the semicircles or the Bander-
munda Road.
The third was an unimpOrtant 'waggle'
and has been made merely for the con-
venience of the residents at the colonels
bungalow; it rejoined the main road fur
ther on The distance from the ColonePs
residence to Ben's Brake was two miles,
and it was another two miles from there
to the barracks. There was the other
way of proceeding thithcr-from Ben's
Brake to the Fort; that was ten miles as
the crow f1ies-allowing for the curve,
perhaps it was twelve.
The captain and Brandon intended to
90 by the Brake, because it was a much
nicer walk.
"Well,'' said Waring, after brief 81
lence when they had left the house and
started on their journey, you've taken
no notice of my remark. Fire awayl"
The sub. watched the smoke as it
foated from his lips, and then said, pro-
vokingly: ~
Chow did you get on withlher?"
ssWith whom?" asked Jack, ratherim-
patiently.
"The iceberg, of course. Whom else
should mean?"
Chang your impudence? cried Waring.
sI'll wiring your neck in minute!'
Brandon threw away his cigarette and
proceeded to light fresh one.
"Wring away" he said. 'My head is
like bell when l come to think of it
mellow, deep, sonorous-that sort of
thing"
ssCracked and empty rather" retorted
the other
ssTallzing of BELLS" remarked Brandon,
edo YOU remember little Belle?''
'sBelle Wood? Rather; she was my
god daughter. What of her?'
'sShe's dead" said the sub, gently.
Waring stopped.
''Dead? Are you sure?'
Perfectly"
They went on again in silence, Cecil
Brandon looking away from his compan-
IONS face; for the captain was very fond
of his little god-daughter Pet, the pet of
the regiment
Chow do you know?"
"Mrs. Wood was great friend of my
mothers and was very kind to me, as
you will remember. She is sort of rela-
tive you know, her neice is my cousin.
Well, Nellie wrote to me, telling me all
about it, and asked me to break it to you.
Being naturally clumsy, have done it
after my own way---clumsily.
$50 on
"Well, on the morning the child died,
before going out for walk with her ayah,
the little one insisted on kissing Mrs
Wood, and kept saying 'Good-by' They
did not return at luncheon time, Mrs.
Wood went down to the stream where
they usually walked. She found Belle"
"DrOwned!''
Gin the water-pierced with a bayo-.
netl''
ssGood Heaven!"
"And the ayah lying stabbed on the
back
tsMrs. Woodl"
els dying or else going mad"
There was silence for few moments.
"This is horrible" said Waring, at
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