The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1892-12-22

be had promised to go back aud marry
herl He had begged and prayed for
her promise, and she had given it
against her fathers wishes; who thought
little Of a poor American student, and
less of his promises. That had been
rear ago. He had not written, for
would not disobey her father, while she
vas in his house. Her image had grown
DINNER aud DINNER, as work came to
fill his thoughts. And now-he had met |
Alice. He had never broken the smallest |
promise in his life.
A little bank cf clouds had piled up
from behind the jagged crestline of the
"whet-stones. From its darkness came
once, twice, flash of light.
"Oh, it's going to rain!" cried Mrs.
Bonselle. "rm 50 glad. Sec the light.
ningr
Her husband raised his head, and
looked the horizon around. Away of
down toward the Mexican line came an.
other flash.
'Indian signals" ne said, and 10y
down again
ooh, hush! you make me shudder,r
and Madam drew her breath through her
teeth, aud presumably closed her eyes.
"I can't bear TO talk about it. Only
think! they may be planning raid upon
US. Tomorrow night we may be scalped
in our beds. don't see: why telegraph
operator doesn't come out aud read those
Signals and find out what they do mean
to do, and stop it."
"Unfortunately the Apaches have
never learned the Morse alphabet" said
her husband dryly. "a ~, =:
"Their system must be very elabo.
rate" said the Colonel" for them to ex-
tract so much Information cut of such
seemingly simple signals. Nobody has
ever learned exactly how they do it."
"Mind-reading, said the Doctor from
his corner.
ut wouldn't surprise me at all if that
were exactly it," said Madam eagerly.
"Those Indians for generations aud gen.
erations have lived so close to nature
that they must know secrets that we
don't. There are lots of things we
haven't found out yet. You know your
self, Victor, that often and often am
just about to speak of thing when you
take it out of my lips. People do i'm.
press things on each others minds"
Martin gave his thoughts quick check
and stiied a sigh.
The Colonel said to himself: Snow
he is wondering if he can impress his
hopes upon Alces mind. Better out
with it. Boy, you haven't half enough.
pluck. Why don't you toll her off 10
the other vcranda2"
81 wonder if there ar, any signal fires
in the dragons" he sail aloul.
"Thc curious part Of it ls." went on
Mrs. Bonsclle, "sometimes it almost
seems as though your thought about a
person created them. You'll be think
ing deeply about some one, maybe for
days, and suddenly they will come.
Sometimes it is SO unexpected and sud-
dan that you feel like an euchanter, or
something" The Doctor was about to
remark that that was different thing
altogether, when a bright light sudden
ly appeared in the room over the (never
used) Mining Exchange, across the
street, aud the doorwa to the balcouy
was flung open and noisy crowd came
out. 1t was startling and jarring upon
"This is terriole," Mrs. Donselle said.
eff the proprietor Of the Crystal Pal.
ace is gong to take to coming hon to
spend his evenings and bringing his
friends with him we shall have to move"
There was practlced hand run skill.
fully over perfectly tuned guitar.
"Sh-sh-" said the Doctor sitting
up in the hammock. Save for the plain
tive music there was dead silence across
the street. And then softly, sweetty as
the lark rising to meet the sun, Ger
man girls voice lifted itself above the
tinkling chords.
A chill took hold of Martins heart.
Ho was back in Freiberg. The moon was
shining on the old walls aud towers, on
the gothic spires Of the Cathedral. He
and Hllda were on the bank of the NUM-
bach, and she was singing.
How well lie knew each note. He had
forgotten that she could sing like that
Maybe he had not appreciated it so much
then. And that was Hilda, there, sing.
ing. The shock aud tue thrill of her
voice had taken wonder as to how she
came there away from him. He only
felt that she had come all this way to
meet him to find him. And then there
came up sort of anger that she was
there with the owner of the Crystal
Palace saloon and his friends, followed
by the realization that that class were all
her friends. Her father sold sausages
and beer, and Hilda had brought them
to his customers. He had met her there.
She had brought them to him. The
light from across the sea struck Alice
Bonselle's face and illuminated it.
Martin moved a tritle, and against the
open doorway he could see the face of
the singer. 1t was Hilda-Hilda as he
had left her last spring. Large and
beautiful, like to captivate the fancy of
a boys but as he looked at the sweet,
lovely face near him he felt that he was
not boy any longer. There was but
one course open to him. Hilda had
trusted him and had Come. II she had
not come he would have gone to her.
He had been coward and a triher to
let his feeling for Alice grow to the
vital thing it was. When this song was
over he would make the ex ;usc Of the
Indian signals to her to get her around