Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-12-05

Ill opinion of him Indeed. Mrs Berrien
never had Blue blooded herself, her
faith in bon sang was deep rooted. She
had always liked Brewster, but she was
a loyal wife and would III no wise act
counter to her husbands wishes. 1t
was now, when Mr. Brewster seemed
allowing his pride and resentment to
prompt him to this undeserved and cruel
wounding Of her daughters heart, that
Mrs perrien first felt any unkindliness
She could have made him suffer for it.
but that she knew it would hurt Wini-
fred as well. Without word, but just
SO soon as the last of the yellow cape
Innings disappeared from view, Wini-
fred had turned from the parlor and
again sought her room. Mrs. Berrien
sent a bell boy for Mr.. Randolph, who.
having disnounted at the entrance, was
standing, the center of a group of
friends, in the marble foored Office be-
next trip of the elevator.
do you go with US to the dinner at
the As tonight, Mr.. RANDOLPH
mo, Mrs. Berrien; | believe only
those who are so fortunate as to be the
husbands of certain ladies of the Twelfth
are hidden We are going to have lit
tie gathering here to see Curly off,
.And where does Curly go-and
when:'
Back to Washington by the first
train. Mrs. Berrien. He's been offered
a detail at the war depa rtment.'
.'How delightful that is for Mr.. Brew
stor! 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 a SOUL
Then you'll ali be here tonight. will
your
Most Of us. Rolfe's here, too"
laughed Randolph, ''bnt he sat III a deep
window during the procession and
doesn't mean to 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. Il wouldn't if | were Brewster.
Wouldn t it be odd if they took the same
train, though? | suppose he won't care
to exhibit that new cheek of his to Miss
Guthrie. Will she be here after the
dinner?'
4 doubt it. Mr.. Randolph. Miss
Guthrie is not at all we'll She had
sinking spell of some kind this after
noon during the parade, and has not
left her room since. Say to Mr.. Brew
ster for me that we shall hope to see
him before he leaves, will you? Well
be back about ten o'clock"
But it isilfter ten, long after, that now
they are gathered In the parlors, and
q
voices ring through the wide corridors
Winifred. the wistful look gone from
her dark eyes. Il 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 fiutter-
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, stil1ly furnished, formal room,
with laughter and with gladness old
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 ''Rigoletto''
floating up from the rotunda, fall upon
listless 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, word here and there,
but she can and does see that, though
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?
Hark! From the street below the
ringing call of the bugle! Randolph
polzesshis head in through the other win
dow:
Come out, all of you. Come and
see them march away" It 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.
'sCome alongr' shouts old Berrien.
Come along! Let's give 'em a cavalry
send off," And away he goes at the
heels of the throng. s'Come, Berenga-
ria, you want to see this regiment, / tell |
you. It's beauty. And such bandr'
But Berengaria holds back an instant