The Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1885-1886, 1886-10-02

NhAIN"E Vt StAtNiHtNn+
Oh how this spring Of love rrsemhIcth
The uncert ain glory Of an April day,
Which now shows alt the beauty Of the sun
And by and by a cload takes all away'
Two Gentlemen Of Verona
o Life and Love, o happy ,hnonE
OF thoughts whose only speech Is sung
O heart of uan! causi thou not b.
hlithe as the air is and as free?
A Day Of sunshine
have not as vet tod YOU that all this
happened in the August succeeding the re-
turn of the Scarlet Lancers from the Esyp-
tan campaign of 'S2-that is, in the August
Of the following year-when men had been
learning warfare by practice instead Of
theory as they used 10 do in the autumn
maneuvers, when those uncomfortable at-
fairs were the chief events of the military
year.
Rather to their surprise, late in the Octo-
Der of the same year, the Scarlet Lancersr re-
ceived their orders TO march from Idle
minister to Gavstown; and Gaystown was
as it happened just five mics from Bar
nardwistle and Copplethwaite. and the
largest town within reach of Barnshury.
Most of the officers were dreadfulIy as
Grieved and many were the gbes aud jeers
but Lucy was, at all events. one d,ssentient
voice; he entered into elaborate eNplana-
tions of his reason for not being 50 furious
as most of the others.
@You see, know the distwrict,7 he said.
when he first heard the grumblinE over tho
news; "ani my-er-sis-tah lives in the--er
-neighborhoo1; and Finer wrathcr fond
of my sis tah-and-so, of course, I'm
wrather glad than otherwise TO make the
change"
In truth, it was full of hope and JOY that
be set cut on that long march of four aud
twenty days; with each one his heart grew
lighter and more light Olive Weyland
seemed to stand at the end, like n bright
beacon star, reckoning him on, on, on.
Her face at parting haunted him sill
Many and many night he had turned into
| his quarters and had tlang himself down on
his cot, worn out and vet unable to sleep.
| or, If he did sleep was yet more tormcnted
| by restless dreams of Olives compressed
lips, Olives pale face, Olives tear-filied eyes
| oh, yes; never doubt that he had seen all
| the signs of distress which she had con.rived
to hide from Harkness' less keen eyes. Many
ard many bright autumn morn inE he had
reproached himself bitterly, as he rode
along with the sun glittering on his helmet
and the breeze flaming his face, for not hay-
| ing spoken out and put everything right be-
fore leaving Barnariwistle
However, of one thin, he was determine l,
and that was, that as soon as he saw her
again he would speak out and put every
thing straight between them, be the conse-
quences what they might
@Aud after all" he woInd M to himself,
| anything will be better than suspense, both
for her and for me; thewre's nothing like
| speaking out, and putting everything ali
pwropsr and stwraight"
| His quarters were already in something
like order when he reached Gaystown. The
barracks were commodious and clean
every thing seemed of rose tinted hue &c
| him-and it was with very light heart in
deed that, the day after his arrival, he found
| himself riding along the roai TO the place
where his darling lived
And then came disappointment; for the
servant who answered the door informed
him stolidly that the family was away iron
home
"Ohl and-er-whewre are theyp Lucy
demanded, feeling all at oncs three or foul
inches shorter.
Somewhere abroad, sir" he replied. q
can't say exactly where, for 1 believe they
are moving about. Mr.. Arkwright would
know, or anyone down at the Office, as the
letters are sent on from there. Miss Wey
land was took i'll of a fever in Scotland, anc
the doctor ordered her to n warmer climat,
for the winter"
"A feveri What kind OF a feverf' Luc,
asked, wondering irritably why his siste
had never mentioned the fact to him in on
Of her voluminous epistles.
If he had carefully read those sam
epistles he would have found in one of then
full account of Olives illness and slow re
covery. But Lucy was, like some othe
brothers, apt to lay volumiuoui sisterly cor
respondence aside, to wait for more con
venient season, with the not unfrequent re
suit of forgetting it altogether.
"What kind of fever2' he repeated.
"Well, sir, it was rheumatic fever, caugh
with getting wet and chill" the servan
replied "Miss Weyland had very nea
chance of being crippled for life--so Mrs
Foster, the 'ousekesper. who went to $50,
lard te nurse her, sud-