The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-04-28

busy with the solution of her dark enig-
ma. For the moment she has forgotten her
environment, and she murmurs her vain
protest against the us-unknown cul-
prit whose duplicity, however exercised,
has plunged her into an abyss of shame.
Then she stammers an apology, accepts
mechanically at Mr.. Huntley's hands the
shabby bag into which he has gathered,
by her permission, the dishonored treas
ures, and retires. I question if in all
Renford there is heavier heart and I
wonder with eager, palpitating interest,
who is "Jack," and what is the precise
nature of the nefarious trick he has per-
petrated.
Mr.. Huntley can explain little-only
that Miss Baine and her father (who is
said to be an artist are the new people at
Bristol cottage.
X x X x
The second of these pictures, imprinted
SO indelibly on the retina OF my mind, is
widely different in the motive and in de-
tail. The place is an ambulance tent,
pitched, literally enough, as some think,
in the wilderness. The Egyptian troubles
that began with the riots and rebellion
at Alexandria have eliminated in the
Soudsn war. Gordon-bravest of the
brsve-has reached Khartoum, Ell Feb
has been fought and our troops are on
their way back from Tokar to Trinkitat.
I am with them in the capacity of army
surgeon, and there are times when L sat-
irize bitterly the longing for adventure
and idle dreams of distinction to which I
am indebted for the appointment hold,
but self-reproaches are useless. The
tent is tenanted by four men, three OF
whom have been wounded in surprise
skirmish-s mere outpost affair; the
other is the victim of camp accident
The most serious case is that of a private
called Eastleigh. He has been badly
dealt with by a dying Arab sportsman,
has lost much blood, and himself believes
that his last hour is near.
I have done for him what is possible
have attended to the needs of his COM
panions in misfortune, and have fingered
by Eastleigh's side to test yet again the
security and suficiency of his bandages.
What 1t is in the poor fellows face that
strikes me with sense of familiarity, or
at least of previous acquaintance, can
not guess. But ever in the dubious half
lights am persuaded that some remin.
iscence hould answer to the impression
thus created. Only-it fails to do 80.
doctor |" Eastleigh family means.
"Well, my lad ?" respond.
'Grell me plainly. Have 1 chance p
81 decidedly hope So" I reply evasively.
Sand hope isn't expectation" he says,
with curious smile.
I am silent. dare not equivocate, in
such case as this; and recognize, too,
that though but private soldier, East
eigh is a man OF education, and quick to
seize the meaning of accents as well as OF
words.
opinion, DOCTOR" he says, between two
paroxys SIMS Of pain land the world won't
lose much if do go but butt wish
you would do me favor. can depend
on you?"
Anything that is in my power, East
leigh"
"Tve father living in England, and
he and quarreled. was to blame. I
was sad scapegrace. But he thinks to
this day robbed him. didn't; it was
my cousin Dick. Find him and tell him
that. The address"
But the exertion is too much; the pa
tient relapses into Inconsistencies, and is
restored with difficulty. I forbid further
talk.
81 quite understand what it is that you
wish of me, and will do as you request
1 say. "The address shall find, if re-
quire it, with your kit. hope it will be
for me to search, and that
you'll live to explain to your father face
to face. Now silence. Dickson will
watch and send for me if wanted" And
1 go out into the darkness of the plain,
and muse until joined by a couple of reg
mental comrades. 1 cannot forget the
face of the wounded soldier.
In describing the third of these mental
pictures / must explain that am now
no longer half civilian and half SOL
der Military stations and barrack hos.
pitfalls know me no more. A slender in
heritance has come to me from a dear
old maiden aunt, the cheer of whose gen.
tie announcements would to this day
rather have had than her money, and
with it have bought partnership with
an old college friend of my fathers. DIR.
has treated me generously, for
the sake of auld lang syne; he and his
wife-they have no children-are delight
full people, and Great Gamble is quaint.
we'll behaved East Anglican town, with
many another humorous incongruity
about it besides that of it's name. Exis-
tence here is humdrum-granted. But
[ am content-more than content, since
[ have been honored with the friendship
Of Mrs. Bristowe. Margaret-she is Mrs.
Hildreth's kinswoman, many degrees re-
and thus have learned the