The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1891-04-02

NJ EngilShwOmen grow coarse
~ and stout and red faced SO
very soon after they are married" The |
speaker was Mrs Belknap, and her soft |
voice was tuneI to a pitch of almost
| pathetic regret. They were talking OF
Miss Maitland, who had just been as
sisted to her saddle by the colonel, and
now, followed by the faithful Griggs
and escorted by Capt. Stryker, was rid
ing away homeward after brief call at
the post. Fort Rossiter, once so hum
drum and placid and "stupid," as the
ladies termed it, had been the vortex OF
sensations for a whole fortnight, and
one excitement had trodden on the heels
of another with such rapidity that people
were growing weary.
Perhaps the happiest man in garrison
was Capt. Stryker; he had refused to be-
lieve in the guilt of Sergt. Gwynne when
Capt. WAYNE came to him to say that
there were men in his troop who openly
accused the sergeant of having that cher
ished seal ring secreted in his chest. So
confident was he that he had gone with
the captain and Mr.. Farnham to the
stables and there told Gwynne OF the
charge against him. Gwynne flushed
hotly, denied the truth of the story, but
hesitated when asked if he would allow
his chest to be searched. This was quick
2 ly noted by Wayne and Farnham, and
the search was insisted upon. Gwynne
then said there were few items III tha'
chest which he allowed no one to see; ne
8 pledged his soldier word that they were
} | nothing but paper or two, some little
. photographs and book. These he asked
permission to remove first; then they
might search. But Wayne sternly re
Q fused The sergeant turned very white
h set his lips, and hesitated still, until hi
=. own captain spoke: then he SURRENDERED
his key.
Wavne and Farnham bent over tn
e chest while the troop first sergeant rapid
,e ly turned over the clothing, books, etc
with trembling hands. There was lttl
~ compartment at one side, in which wer
y lying some small items-a pocket con
e pass, pencil case, some keys, locke
ns and neck chain, and, among thes'
something wrapped in tissue paper. Th
y was handed to Capt. Wayne, who I'll
IS. rolled the paper ,and-there was massl'
as seal ring. A crest was cut in the ston
r. and, taking it to the light, Wayne WI
able to make out the motto, "Quod su
sum volo videre" 1t was the ring MAJ
land had lost.
Stryker looked wonderingly at his Sc
geant, who stood there as though pet
,et fed with amaze and CONSERVATION, pa
as death, and unable to say wor
Asked to explain the matter, he cou
only shake his head, and, after awhi
Io' hoarsely muttered, II know nothi
Sc, about it. never placed it there"
hu "Do you mean to tell me you never Sc
'fe it before?' asked Wayne. sternly. A
'uc Gwynne was silent.
vi els this the first time you ever saw
us- say?' repeated the captain angrily.
lgs "No, sir; I have seen it before" "
me the answer.
les "Then YOU must have known tV
ern stolen, and you have connived at its G
ity cealment," was Wayne's triumph:
hit conclusion; and on the report Of his
GERS Col. Brainard had no alternative
lit to order Gwynne's close arrest. Ol
nh Stryker's appeal and guarantee saved
sergeant from confinement in the gu;
house.
lanl The next sensation was the sight
ess DIR. Quin galloping back to the post
mad and bolting unceremoniously l
the coloners gate. Then Stryker '
ds. sent for, and the three officers held
ley excited conversation. Then the orde
oo went at a run over to the quarters,
in five minutes Sergt. Gwynne, erect
r'h ever and dressed with scrupulous Ct
i0l- looking anything but like guilty NJ
ice. was seer crossing the parade towards
,,ld colonels house The men swarmed
= .cl on the porches as the tidings went II
L IL lip to lip, and some of the Irish trool
IN in Wayne's company were remarked
out being oddly excited. Just what I
,as place during that interview none ct
tell, but in ten minutes the news was
all" ing around the garrison that Sc
Gwynne was released from arrest,
= in less than half an hour, to the won
DN- ment of everybody he was seen RI
away towards Dunraven with DR.. 9
and for two days more did not reap
at Rossiter.
But when the story flashed from b
to house about the garrison that ~
)pu- Gwynne was not Sergt. Gwynne al
oaal but Mr.. Archibald 'Wyndham Quin 4
land, late of her M .jesty's -th Lam
ii the only surviving son of the In
owner of Dunralvan Ranch and {
2 valuable propertis }. the amaze ame
ed to stupefaction 1t was known
old Mr.. Maitland lay desperately
and i'll the day that Quin the d
,,096 came riding back. All manner of st
1921 were told regard ing the affecting
!, ZOO ture of the int erview in which
}, ,479 long lost son was restored to his
), 1853 joyed father, but, like most stories,
,,69O were purely the Of ispring Of imagu;
}, ,3O3l for at that inter view only three
!, ,4O3l present: Gladys k her brother t
}. 533 room and closed the door, while
Mrs. Cowan stoos weeping for joy
{, ,2SS the long corridor. and DIR. Quin oi
his eyes and fn ssed and fd2etec