News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1893-09-28

IN Wnlcn tne 1ONldl lIlJOf IS most PROM
inent that popular young matron is
finally lifted from ihe rear platform.
Mr.. Ridgeway. who has attached him
self to Miss Berrienf side, becomes sud-
denly aware that she has disappeared
and returned to She interior, also that
Curly Brewster, waving a brown tele-
graph envelope over his head, has shoul-
dered his way into the crowd and is
making for the car. wants another
goodby word, suppose" growls Ridge
way to himself, in deep disgust, yet
comforteG with the thought that the
train will be off in a moment, leaving
Brewster behind. Far forward a bell
begins to ring, the steam to hiss; the
couplings of the box cars jerk and
strain; the horses snort and stamp in
their wooden cages; the motion reaches
the rear of the train, and the Pullman
leaps forward with sudden start, then
settles into slow, gentle glide along the
polished raikL
Tumble of, Brewsterr' shouts Ridge
way in feverish anxiety. You'll le carr
ried away if you don't"
shut up, Ridge" whispers Randolph
unsympathetically "He's carried away
for good. It's you that's left"
"Why, hello! here's Brewster!" booms
the major as he enters the sunshiny car,
when at last the crowded station has
faded from view. Thought you were
ordered to Washington, lad? Changed
your mind, ell? What, Berengaria?'
"Be quiet, Dick" whispers his smil-
ing wife. He hasn't changed his mind.
Neither has Winifred."
But Holden is not the only one of the
Pawnee party who remains. Sergeant
Ellis has furlough to visit Louisville,
and is to take the train thither. In his
cavalry uniform he was at the station
to see his comrades safely started, and
the last cheers of the troopers were for
him as he stood with kindling eye and
flushing cheek, the center of crowd of
curious citizens. AS the train disappears
around the distant curve Holden touches
his shoulder.
"At noon, Ellis"
AT noon, sir" is the prompt response;
and the sergeant RECEIVERS himself and,
springing to attention, raises his hand in
salute. Holden smiles.
Il fancy that's about the last time
you'll be doing that sort of thing" he
says significantly
"You may rest assured that the i'm
pulse will remain, doctor. 1t is the out
ward sign of an inward respect that
every day has only served to strengthen"
At noon Holden is at the hotel with
carriage, and Ellis, transmogrifed, de-
cidedly distinguished looking civilian,
steps forth from the vestibule and joins
the doctor.
ITO Warren l.. Guthrie's Office" is
the brief order, and the carriage rolls
rapidly away.
Mrs. Holden is with Miss Guthrie
now," says Holden, after a moments
silence. LAS yet she is to be told moth
ing-as you desire; but should we hear
favorably as to the commission before
our return to Pawnee" he asked tenta-
lively.
"No, doctor. If we meet again it
must be as | was, not what this cam
paign has made me-"
"What you have made yourself, man!
Don't talk of it in that way. Tho Lord
made you a gentleman. You made
yourself a soldier"
Ellis smiles.
ga gentleman despite night prowling
and petty larceny"
"Well," says Holden, ''that's some
thing leave you to settle with her. 1t
seems you only carried out fair warn
ng, though of course you had no idea
Of the CHASTITY effect it would have. But
you never told me how you reached
that balcony"
Easily enough, doctor. simply took
light rope and graphing hook from
the firehouse, climbed up the rear porch
at the end away from where Kathleen
and Murphy We're, went along the south
slope of the main roof to the chimney,
slung the rope about it and lowered my
self gently to the balcony, then threw
off my overcoat and stood at the open
window. She had gone, and | thought
| was too late, but catching sight of the
very picture whose return she had de-
manded and which l had sworn to have
again as well rs to see her, was just en-
tering when heard her step upon the
stairs. did not see her. do not see how
it was possible for her to see me; yet there
came that scream of terror, and the fall
and then the rush. 1t all flashed over
me in an instant that had been guilty
of a mad Drained prank-that it would
never do to be caught there; it could
never be explained. was up ON the
roof in q second, snatched away the hook
and rope, crouched down to the back
porch, waited a moment for Murphy
pnd Kathleen to run inside, then slid to
the ground, hid the rope under the wood
pile in the dark cellar, squeezed through
Il gap in the fence into the captains
yard next door-they were all over at
the Hazletts'-then donned my overcoat
and joined the men running up from
the laundresses' quarters. Late at night,
as the sentry told Captain Rolfe, | went
back, ostensibly to get my pipe, and re-
covered the rope and hook. That was
all"
Holden pOnders moment:
"My wife has told me what she knew
of your interview with Mr.. Guthrie
after poor Jacks death; but Miss Guth-
rie would never speak of what passed
between herself and you"
On the pale, clear cut face the lines of !
care and sorrow and privation seem to |
deepen. The shadows darken about the |
mOurnful eyes. 81 suppose l should |
never have blamed her as | did," he |
answers, "but was mad with grief over |
Jack, with helpless, hopeless indigna-
ton over Percivals accusation; and |
then, of all others, to have her turn |
against me as she did-that was the bit
mt 20 -.
her Overwrought condition was what
did it, suppose; but she drove me from
her sight as though | were indeed a
felon, demanded the return of every
line and trinket she had ever given me
--even that priced little carte de visite
had carried about me for a year. 1t
was then, when she declared she would
never look upon my face again, that /
went wild with misery, or despair, sup
pose. | swore that sooner or later she
should see me, and that before | died
ler picture would be back here in its
I'D place, and then | left her. God
Knows, the experiences of the years that
might have knocked the ro-
mantle nonsense out of any man. Ny
Door sister seemed to be the only one
who had any faith left in me. wan
Tered all over the west as Ralph Enroll,
mining, grub stalking working like
log.
81 was starving in the hills when
Brewster came to my aid. l couldn't
axe his money without telling him
of my story, but | gave no
lames. He doesn't know today any
hing about the old trouble-doesn't |
ream that he well knows the people
Who were once NV most cherished a,