Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1892-09-01

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. Bclrien
sent bell boy for Mr.. Randolph, who,
having dislnounted at the entrance, was
standing, the center of group Of
friends, in the marble foored office be-
low, and Randolph came up with the
next trip Of the elevator.
do you 20 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 bidden 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
Jain, Mrs. Berrien He's been offered
I a 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
Iilen you'll all be here tonight. viii
you."
"Most of US. Rolfe's here, too, /"
laughed Randolph, s.but he sat III 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. hut 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
II doubt it, Mr.. Randolph. Miss
Guthrie is not at all we'll She h;tl a
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 your Well
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.
Willifred, 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 futtcr-
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, stifly furnished, formal room.
4 with laughter and with gladness old
I friends are meeting again for the first
/ time III 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 tile
\ sweet, thrilling strains of ''Rigolettoi
I floating up from the rotunda, fall upon
+ listless ears. Winifred is striving to
catch his words, for now her mother has
4 joined them, and her cordial, kindly
/ voice minglcs with those about her.
4 Sho cannot hear what is said except in
mere snatches, Il word here and there,
but she can and does see that, though
4 thoroughly courteous, Brewster is dig
nifed, almost unresponsive. When heI
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 tc
waive it aside and turn at once to another
subject Why will he be 500 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" 1t is that hand
some regiment from the Queen City
And in d trice, men and women, they
are pouring out upon the roof of the
portico,
"Come alongw shouts old Berrien
Come alongl Let's give 'em cavalry
send off, And away he goes at the
heels of the throng. 'Come, Berenga
ria, you want to see this regiment, tel
you. IT'S beauty. And such bandr
But Berengaria holds back an instant.
"Winifred, dear, your wraps are mo-
here, and fear it is too chilly for you.
s.Oh, I'll throw my cape over her,
bursts in Ridgeway. ssJust the thing
Come, Miss Berrien. Where's your cape
Curly? You bring Mrs. Berrien, viii
you." And, rejoicing in his finesse, Mr.
Ridgeway offers his arm.
my cape's down stairs in the office,
answers Brewster, shortly.
ayes, and whatever you do, Brewster
don't you go out in the night air with
out it" quietly remarks DR.. Holden a
this juncture, as he follows the party.
"Orders are orders" laughs Mrs. Ber
rien. Sorry for you, Mr.. Brewster
but you'll have to see them through on
eyes. Yes. thank you, Mr.. Ridgeway,
as she possesses herself of that young
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