Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-10

misery OF a crippled and useless arm.
"Winifred, sweet one, listeni" he cries.
seizing slender wrist and striving to
draw her hand away, as, sobbing, she
erouches in the corner of the cage. while
bis brave young heart il humping with
a JOY and exultation it never knew be-
FORE His blue eyes are ahame with
love and gladness.
"Listenl Don't cry sol must tell
YOU
R-r-r-r-ringl goes the COMPOUNDED ele-
vator bell. She springs to her feet. sti-
fling her sobs, conquering her womanly
weakness.
"Oh, do let me outgr she cries, dash
ing away the tears
Il won't" he answers, with such a
Joyous, teasing triumph in his deep
tones. Though a million men a min
ute ring that bell, I'll never let you 60
now-neyer. You cruel, wicked, heart
less girl, you sent me away
"Oh, do let me out Mr. Brewsteri"
she pleads. Indeed you must. lR-r-
r-r-r-ring.l There's that awful bell
again"
You sent me away" he calmly con-
tinues, while his eyes dance and gleam
utterly miserable because Of your cold
ness and constraint. You knew / wor-
SHIPPED the very ground you stood upon
You knew loved you better than any
thing in the wide world"- (R-r-r-r-r-r-
B-r-r-r-r-r-ringD
Il must 60" she pleads, struggling
! hard to free the hand he has clasped
"Oh, do, Mr.. Brewster"
"You shall: you shall the very instant
you have paid toll, Miss Berrien," he
laughs low. (R-r-r-r-r-r- B-r-r-r-r-ringD
"I'll put you out on any floor you wish,
when you have said just two words"
"Oh, quickl DO let me gol" and she
makes a frantic lunge at the starting
rope, but too late. His daring arm is
around her now. He can use but one,
and that has EMBODIED and drawn her
close to his breast The clatter of the
bell is deafening. "Oh, please she
mulmurs, struggling in vain and glanc-
ing up in his glorifed face
''Not until you say, Eyes, Carroll.
Now, quick Winffred, do you love me,
Just littleY' No answer. Head bowed
again, and now on the only available
resting place. (B-rr-r- B-r-r-r-r-r- B-r-
r-r-r-ringD Il can't hear" he laughs
low and joyously, and the blond head
bows until the curling mustache is
sweeping her flushed and tear wet cheek.
did you speak, Miss Be1aien"
Eyes, Carroll. A mere whisper.
Louder, please, Miss Berrien." Oh,
what eloquence there is in that one
clasping arml
"Oh please, let me gol Yes, yesl
yes!-if l must" And then the bell
rattles madly, but unavailingly, and for
the instant neither hears. For the in
slant she can speak no more, for the soft,
red lips are sealed.
Two minutes later, as that brightly
lighted car glides down and comes to a
stop at the parlor floor, a flushed and
wrathful youth confronts the tall cav
alryman who calmly steps forth as
though on air and holds out a warning
hand.
I Young man, if ever hear of you
quitting your post again and allowing q
novice to get caught between floors
you'll get into trouble. It's lucky fol
You I'm the only one who can tell any
thing about it this time" But the
wrath is gone, and with bullying eye:
the boy glares at the round gold piece
in his palm, then at the vanishing lieu
tenant and then into the enapty car.
Homeward boundl The horses are al
aboard. The second battalion has steam
ed away. Berriens men from the cal
windows are answering the cheers OF
the crowds Of citizens assembled to SEE
tAem off. The ladies, safely ensconceC
in the coy interior of the Pullman, are
saying adieu to the number Of friends
army and civilian, who have accom-
panied them to tho train. The conduc
tor has just reported "All ready, sir,
to Major Berrien, who goes back IL
command, and Winifred, clinging t
her mothers side, peers eagerly over tn,
heads of the surrounding throng. Hol
den signals to his better half to come off
unless she prefers going back to Paw
nee without him, and with much laugh
ter and playful effort to keep her aboard
in which the jovial major is most prom
inent, that popular young matron i
! liltllA lilleQ lIOHl Ailb rear pidtlQIlu
Mr.. Ridgeway, who has attached him
self to Miss Berrien's side, becomes sud
denly aware that she has disappeared
and returned to the interior, also tina
Curly Brewster, waving a brown tele
graph envelope over his head. has shout
dered his way into the crowd and j
making for the car. Wants anothe
goodby word, suppose growls Ridge
way to himself, in deep disgust, ye
comforted with the thought that tn,
train will be off in 81 moment, leaving
Brewster behind. Z ar forward bel
begins to ring, the steam to hiss; tn
couplings of the box cars jerk anC
strain; the horses snort and stamp il
their wooden cages; the motion reache
the rear of the train, and the Pullman
leaps forward with sudden start, thei
settles into slow, gentle glide along tn
polished rails.
Tumble off, Brewsterw shouts Ridge
way in feverish anxiety. "You'll be car
ried away if you don't"
"Shut up. RIDGE whispers Randolph
unsympatheticaliy. "He's carried ava.
for rood It's Won thntas left