Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-03

Kenyon procure FOR him anyhow, any /
where, a photograph of Sergeant Ellis? /
No, Major Kenyon couldn't, and was
very short in saying so.
And now December was come, and
the air was crisp and keen in the valley
of the Pawnee, the sunshine radiant and
sparkling; but far to the north the win
try winds were bowling about the fimsy
cantonment and whirling the snow
through every Granny and crack, and
the long nights on outpost and picket
were bitter cold. But through it all
the various battalions Of horse were sent
scouting in turn around tho reservation.
and more and more the young warriors
dribbled away from the agencies and
We're next heard of welcomed with ac-
Carnations by the savage hosts in the
Businesses OF the Bad Lands, aud every
hour increased the prospect Of sharp
fighting in the near future. But all the
letters to the anxious hearts at home
were full of hope and cheer, full Of
prophecy that everything would soon be
settled. The renegade bands were all
located and being slowly hemmed in.
The Twelfth would eat its Christmas
dinner at Pawnee after all, they hoped
And in St. Louis Miss Guthrie was ex-
erting herself TO see that her charming
guests were having the loveliest kind of
a time. Dinners, luncheons, cards, thea
tiers and dancing parties followed in
quick succession. The new gowns were
being made as fast as famous modistes
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Winifred was rushed from one scene Of
gaycty TO another.
Nothing could have been more charm
ing than our welcome, wrote Mrs Der
rien to her beloved Dick, nothing more
delightful than the round of entertain
ments 70 which we are hidden. One has
hardly time to think. As for writing,
this is the first opportunity have en-
joyed in three days, and we are home
from the theater but half an hour. Mrs.
Holden comes over every day, and wo
exchange such news as we have Of the
dear old regiment and the dearer ones
who are our especial property. She is
what ] call q genuine woman, and like
her more and more. | must tell you
something l learned through her. The
| day after our arrival we were in the
/ library, and my attention was attracted
by large portrait, apparently a crayon
copy Of a photograph, that hung over
! the mantel. 1t was of a singularly
handsome young man, and l knew at
once he must be a Guthrie. 1T is my
h-other,' said Nita, in such a sad, con-
strained tone, taken just few weeks
/ before his death six years ago OF
course | could ask no more, but Wini-
/ fred and / both noted how utterly her
face changed. how unspeakably dis
tressed a look came into her eyes. We
could see then why Mrs. Holden should
have said she was haggard and i'll, and
yesterday Mrs. Holden told me some
thing Of his story. He was barely twen-
ty-two, the idol of the family and i'm
mensely popular in society. He was as
sistant cashier in one Of the big banks
here, and one day the sudden discovery
was made that in some mysterious way
quite a large sum was missing, money
for which no was responsible, but he
could not account for 1t; neither could
anybody else. The matter was investi-
gated thoroughly.
"They had detectives everywhere, and
absolutely nothing could DO brought W
against Young Guthrie. He never gam
bled, never dissipated in any way, was
a model son and brother. Mia was wild
with Indignation at his having been
even suspected. Mr. Guthrie offered to
make good the sum twice over if need
be, and to bind himself for all his
wealth to establish his boys honor, and
for three or four days all was excite
ment, and then, in the midst of it, poor
Jack was found dead in his room, q
half empty bottle Of choral by his bed.
side. The world said suicide, guilty con.
science, etcetera, but Mia and other.
knew that he had not slept a wink since
the discovery of the loss and was crazcd
with misery. They have always main
tanned it was an accidental overdose
But it nearly broke Mr.. Guthries heart
and it was three years before Mia would
go into society in st. Louis again. They
went to Europe and staid there ever SC
long.
"What makes it seem probable that
AAN " ta AAAI AaNAl INNNtNAA WIS AAAlAN lllt
bank dismissed its cashier, Jacks mos
intimate friend, a man two or tire,
years older than himself, and a devoted
admirer Of Nita's. 1t was even sup
posed that she was engaged to him
He had no wealthy friends to stand NJ
for him, and Jacks death made It ap
pear as though there had been guilt
and yet such q sum could not well hav,
been made away with except by thu
knowledge or collision of the cashie
himself, and though proofs were lack
ing, he was discharged the very da,
poor Jack was buried. No one know
whatever became Of him afterward, an,
people settled down into the belief tina
this Mr.. Worden was the real thief. Blu
now comes the strangest part Of it all
The president of the bank was a widow
er who, for two years, had been n suite
Of Nita's, persistent sutton, despite he
marked GOODNESS and aversion. Fou
months ago rumors began to float as +
the stability Of the bank; then came
run, panic; the bank had to close it
doors; immediate investigation into it
affairs was made, and then came tn