Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1886-04-29
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Her absolute faith in Jack was
wonderful she believed him capable
of doing any mortal thing better than
any other human being under the sun.
Sometimes the fellows used to try and
tell yarns too wonderful to be sur
passed, and her great blue eyes would
open wide with the surprise and in
credulous stare Of child who hears
Of some marvellous fact for the first
time, with never q doubt of its being
as true as gospel. But it Nas always
the same in the end; when the won-
derful yarn came to close, she al
ways pulled herself together and made
answer, oh. thats.nothing to xhat
Jack did he shot q bear or tiger,
OF perhaps what then was a fabulous
number Of partridges.
well, We landed at last, and went
up-country to Muttrapore, where we
settled down, and where by-and-by
Jack and Lady Marory had child
born to them. A girl was-a pretty
little thing as babies go-just like her.
with big blue eyes and lot of fla1eI
fluff on its head. Pom my word, to
see that pretty young thing strutting
about with her baby in her arms-she
scarcely more than q babe herself
calling ones attention to the length
Of its eyelashes and the closeness Of
its grasp, or bidding one declare it
was the living image Of Jack, when
the little souls own face was repro
duced with fidelity which was per-
fectly ludicrous.
80 the months passed over and
the new year came in-the year Of 81,
so sventful in the annals Of India, so
long to be remembered by the British
people. There were signs of the COM
ing storm even then, symptoms of
dissatisfaction and discomfort, muir.
murings of fanatical hatred.
"At Muttrapore there was a big
native garrison, but they were quart
cred quite on the other side of the
town to the Black Horse. Our bar
racks and bungalows all lay on the
highest ground, most Of the officers
living pretty close to the barracks.
"Only two were at any distance,
and these were the bungalows of the
doctor, old Fitzgerald-you remember
him-and the Farquhars.
The Farquhars' was the farthest
away. being two miles at least from
any house but the doctors, and was,
in fact, about equal distance from the
cavalry barracks and the native lines.
81 remember when the news came
that the mutiny had really broken out
at Meerut, that the trouble which had
been smouldering so long had burst
into the iercest flames. Nobody
talked very much about it, but men
looked at one another, and the faces
of the women grew white and anxious,
though they kept very quiet and
silent over it. Only little Lady Mar
jory seemed to have no fear-none at
all.
"'If we were in a native regiment,
she explained one evening when one
OF the other ladies remarked how
brave and gay she was-'if We were
in a native regiment I should give
myself up for lost at once; but here
in the midst of the Black Horse / feel
as safe as if | were in the Tower Of
London.
"'And you three miles from the
British lines?' asked the lady, incred-
ulously.
"'You had better be fortnight too
early than an hour too late, Lady
Marjory, the majors wife urged.
"'Oh, Jack won't let me be a mo-
ment too late! cried the little wo-
man, confidently.
80 the other gave up the useless
attempt to frighten her into seeking a
place of safety. As she said to me an
hour afterwards, what could do Will
such little fool? Her superb faith
in Jack-touchiug and pathetic as it
is-simply blinds her to all sense of
danger even when the danger is so
near that it may burst like thunder
storm over our heads at any moment.
Poor little fool We saw her riding
each morning, and regularly each even
ing she and Jack appeared at the band.
Other entertainments there were
none during those anxious days, those
being only KEEP: going in order that
the everyday life of the English resi-.
dents might appear to the natives to
be going on in the ordinary everyday
manner. The ladies kept away from
one anOthers houses lest they might
be led into talking the situation over,