Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-09

Chow delightful that is for Mr.. Brew |
sterl Why, the Twelfth is getting some /
little recognition after all. Up to this |
moment the generals welcome home is
the only word we've had from soul.
Then you'll all be here tonight, will
yous"
"Most of us. Rolfe's here, too"
laughed Randolph, "but he sat in a deep
window during the procession and
doesn't mean 70 show in public yet I'm
told he wants TO make up with Curly
before he goes tonight, but Curly won't
let him." And Randolph knit his
brows. 81 wouldn't if | were Brewster.
Wouldn't it be odd if they took the same
train, though? l suppose he won't care
to exhibit that new cheek Of his to Miss
Guthrie. VIII she be here after the
dinner"
Il doubt it, Mr.. Randolph. Miss
Guthrie is not at all well. She had a
sinking spell Of some kind this after
noon during the parade, and has not
left her room since. Say to Mr.. Brow
ster for me that we shall hope to see
him before he leaves, win you? Wen
be back about ten o'clock"
But it is after ten, long after, that now
they are gathered in the parlors, and
music, laughter and the sound Of merry
voices ring through the wide corridors
Winifred, the wistful look gone from
her dark eyes, a soft flush on her cheek,
is standing near one Of the high win
dows, the center of a group of ladies and
officers, among whom at this moment is
Brewster, his right arm still in its sling.
Though she strives after her first futter-
ing welcome not TO glance at him again,
just now at least she cannot quiet con-
troll her eyes. She cannot but mark
with shy delight how her fathers broad
palm is laid upon her hero's shoulder as
the veteran trooper looks into the
younger soldiers face with an express
sion she is thankful to see. All around
the big, stifily flc nished, formal room.
with laughter and with gladness ell
friends are meeting again for the first
time in years-one at least of the joys Of
our nomad army life. The buzz Of con-
versation, the remarks of Mr. Ridge
way, who clings to her side. and the
sweet, thrilling strains of "Rigoletton
floating up from the rotunda, fall upon
hstless ears Winifred is striving TO
catch his words, for now her mother has
joined them. and her cordial, kindly
voice mingles with those about her.
She cannot hear what is said except in
mere snatches, a word here and there,
but she can and does see that, though
thoroughly courteous, Brewster is dig
nified, almost unresponsive. When her
father makes some jovial allusion to his
narrow escape at the Porcupine and
would apparently refer to Brewster's
rush to the rescue, the latter seems to
waive it aside and turn at once to another
subject. Why will he be $3.50 unlike
his old self?
Harkl From the street below the
ringing call Of the buglel Randolph
pokes his head in through the other win
dow;
Come out, all of you. Come and
see them march away" II is that hand.
some regiment from the Queen City.
And in a trice, men and women, they
are pouring out upon the roof Of the
portico.
"Come along" shouts old Berrien.
Come alongl Let's give 'em a cavalry
send off," And away he goes at the
heels of me throng. "Come, Berenga-
ria, you want TO see this regiment, tell
you. It's a beauty. And such bandr'
But Berengaria holds back an instant.
"Winifred, dear, your wraps are not
here, and fear it is too chilly for you.
sob, I'll throw my cape over her, II
bursts in Ridgeway. "Just the thing
Come, Miss Berrien. Where's your cape
Curly? You bring Mrs. Berrien, win
youg And, rejoicing in his fnesse, Mr.
Ridgeway offers his arm.
my cape's down stairs in the Office,
answers Brewster, shortly.
Eyes, and whatever you do, Brewster
don't you go ont in the night air with
ont it." quietly remarks DR.. Holden al
this juncture, as he follows the party.
"Orders are orders" laughs Mrs. Der
rien. Sorry for You, Mr.. Brewster
but you'll have to see them through oui
eyes. Yes, thank you, Mr.. Ridgeway,'
as she possesses herself of that young
troopers arm, Il shall be very glad OF
your cape" And Ridgeway, with one
stupefied backward glance, recover.
himself and goes.
Winifred is still standing by the cur
tanned window, half hidden by the pro
lection of the chimney and its marbl,
mantel. Very, very lovely she is in hei
dinner toilet, simple gown, clingina
in its soft, creamy folds about her slen
Ter form, necklace of rare pearls Z
beautiful quaint old heirloom, loopet
below her fair, rounded throat, it
, pendant rising and falling rapidly, un
| evenly now, for her heart is throbbinl
+ hard. One moment Brewster hesitates
/ casts quick glance around, then step
r forward to her side.
, Possibly, we can see from this win
, dow, Miss Berrien," he says, as he raise.
. the shade. And together they disap
! pear into the curtained alcove.
+ But they cannot see This window
like the other, looks upon the roof Of thu
portico, and the backs Of their numer
, Gus friends are visible, but not tn,
: street-not tho departing soldiery il
) whom such interest is felt. 1t is chill,
here nv fha cold 0lassv barrier