Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1892-10-06


next trip of the elevator
do You 60 with us to the dinner al
the As tonight. Mr.. Randolph
mo. Mrs. Ber1ien: / 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
wheng'
Back to Washington by the first
train. Mrs Berrien. He's been offered
detail at the war department.
"How delightful that is for Mr.. Brew
ster 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
your"
Most of us. Rolfe's here, too"
laughed Randolph, "but he sat i'll 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. II wouldn't if / We're 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. viii she be here after the
dinner"
Il doubt it, Mr. Randolph. Miss
Guthrie is not at all well. 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? 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 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 flutter-
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, stiffiy 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 1
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
thoroughly courteous, Brewster is dig
lified, almost unresponsive. When her
father makes some jovial allusion to his
narrow escape at the Porcupine and
would apparently refer to Brewster's
'ush to the rescue, the latter seems to
waive it aside and turn at once to another
subject Why will he be $3.50 unlike
lis old self?
Harkl From the street below the
1nging call of the bugle! Randolph
Jokes his head in through the other win
low:
Come out, all of You. Come and
ee them march away" 1t is that hand
ONE regiment from the Queen CITY.
Ind in a trice, men and women, they
re pouring out upon the roof of the
ortico.
"Come alongr shouts old Berrien.
Come along! Let's give 'em cavalry
end off. And away he goes at the {
eels OF the throng. Come, Berenga- I
ia, you want to see this regiment, | tell b
on. It's beauty. And such bandr' k
tut Berengaria holds back an instant s
"Wlnifred, dear, your wraps are not S
ere, and fear it is too chilly for YOU" b
"Oh, I'll throw my cape over herr a
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ONE, Miss Berrien. Where's your cane. S
urly? You bring Mrs. Berrien. will n
ouF And, rejoicing in his finesse, Mr.. h
idgeway offers his arm. A
My cape's down stairs in the Office b
lswers Brewster, shortly. Il
"Yes, and whatever you do. Brewster. Il
mt you go out in the night air with CT
1t 1t, quietly remarks DR.. Holden at W
is luncture, as he follows the party. il
Orders are orders" laughs Mrs. Ber- m
IN, Sorry for you. Mr.. Brewster. ii
1t you'll have to see them through our m
es. Yes, thank you. Mr.. Ridgewav."
she possesses herself of that Young Sc
oopers arm, Il shall be very glad of dr
ur cape" And Ridgeway. with one er
ipehed backward glance. RECEIVERS hi
mself and goes.
is still standing by the eur. 70
ned window, half hidden by the pro- 10
'tion of the chimney and its marble
intel. Very, very lovely she is in her yo
lner toilet a Simnle gou-u .l;,.-;,,..