Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1890-11-13

Judith did not see Phil again until tn ee
years afterward, when she was twenty-C .,
and the civil war had broken out in ali Is
horror. He was a Colonel on General - s
staff, and happened to be encamped r or
Charlottesville, and Colonel Page as ID
himself and the General to dinner. ue
latter declined for some reason or OF y,
but, much to Judith's amazement. Bougl on
came.
She watched him dismount from us
horse, looking through her closed vino W
blinds, and her heart emulated the actiO. IF
poor Trumpeter's diaphragm on the men r
able occasion three years ago. She w
that he had broadened great deal and us
browner-very much browner-in f. I,
quite dingy as to complexion, and that lis
undress uniform was abOminably SHABBY
Then she turned slowly away and went
down stairs. She had thought good al
over her toilet. laying out the four gowns
in her possession on her narrow bed.
Among them was the creamy one with the
little blue bow at the bodice. She was IS
slender as ever, and could have worn it
very well, but she tossed it aside decided 3
She finally clad herself in gray ser e,
which had originally been a vivid pink, and
belonged to one of her great-aunts. A rosy
tinge was still discernible here and there in
the folds, and after the fashion of that il a
gray cloud at sunset. She put on a little
tucker of old lace, which, alack, had been
''done up with bluing, but there were no
bows, nor beads, nor bronze shoes this
time. AS for herself, she looked precisely
the same as she had done three years AGO,
save that there was rarely any red now
adays in the brown of her eyes.
She went down slowly, coming to halt
en- each shallow stair of the oak staircase.
She was not at all sure of her reception.
Would he stare grimly, and be very icy to
herr Or would he merely ignore herl Or
would he indulge M covert sarcasms, that
only she could understand!
She made up her mind at last, however,
and turning the knob Of the drawing-room
door, entered abruptly and noiselessly.
The Colonel was established in his red
leathern halfway house, with his equity foot
on stool, and Boughton sat astride of one
of the various spindle-legged chairs, with
his arms resting on Its back and his chm on
his arms. He got up when Judith entered,
and came, forward to meet her, holding out
both hands.
swell, my Lady Tongue" said he, with
the smile she remembered.
There was not trace of bitterness. Of
sarcasm, of coldness In his voice. It vas
absolutely natural, if trifle mischievous,
and somehow this perverse young woman
wished that it had been either one of ne
other three, rather than what 1t was. She
found spirit enough at her command, he "
ever, to answer saucily:
"Well, Sir Oraclep'
He still held her hands, and looked dom
at her.
'You haven't changed the least, F" he i,
presently. "Er-that is-have youl''
"No," she said, with ali her old curtI IS
this time, resenting the still very dec I'd
mischief in his tone
Il don't know that Tm sorry,'' he s. i,
gravely, and then the Colonel called to a.
and he turned away to answer.
They saw him very often during the {
fortnight He was always riding dow at
UNEXPECTED moments. and stopping N to