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

"Come alongr' shouts old Berrien.
"Come along! 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, tell
you. It's beauty. And such bandr'
But Berengaria holds back an instant
"Winifred, dear, your wraps are not
here, and fear it is too chilly for you"
ooh, I'll throw my cape over her."
bursts in Ridgeway. "Just the thingi
Come, Miss Berrien. Where's your cape,
Curly? You bring Mrs. Berrien, will
your" And, rejoicing in his tinesse, Mr..
Ridgeway offers his arm.
"My cape's down stairs in the Office"
answers Brewster, shortly.
Eyes, and whatever you do, Brewster,
don't you go out in the night air with
out it," quietly remarks DR.. Holden at
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 our
eyes. Yes, thank you, Mr.. Ridgeway,"
as she possesses herself of that young
troopers arm, Il shall be very glad of
your cape" And Ridgeway, with one
stupefied backward glance, RECEIVERS
himself and goes.
Winifred is still standing by the cur
tanned window, half hidden by the pro-
lection of the chimney and its marble
mantel. Very, very lovely she is in her
dinner toilet, d simple gown, clinging
i'll its soft, creamy folds about her slen-
der form, II necklace of rare pearls, a
beautiful quaint old heirloom, looped
below her fair, rounded throat, it's
pendant rising and falling rapidly, un-
evenly now, for her heart is throbbing
hard. One moment Brewster hesitates,
casts Il quick glance around, then steps
forward to her side. e.
''PossrDfy, We cai-s>>s1#E5l this win
dow, Miss Berrien,' MS Y, as he raises
the shade. And together they disap-
pear into the curtained alcove.
But they cannot see. This window,
like the other, looks upon the roof of the
portico, and the backs of their numer-
GUS friends are visible, but not the
street-not the departing soldiery in
whom such interest is felt 1t is chilly
here by the cold, CLASSY barrier. A
bright coal fire is blazing in the CRATE.
Both have been warned not to take
cold, yet neither seems to think of that
fire.
"NO, I'm afraid we can't see them
here" says Winifred, namely. "But
won't you go and get your cape?'
81 saw them to-day, and l can see
them again tomorrow"
"To-morrow? Where?" And now
the dark eyes, full of trouble, glance
quickly up.
Hear those sounds from belowl IL.
shrill voice of the colonel: Column OF
fours. Break from the right to march
TO the left" The inevitable boom, boom
br-r-oom, boom, boom, of the drums
Loud plaudits and cheers from the
crowd. Lively applause from the por
tlco. Low voice are indistinguishable
here at the window. Brewster pulls
down the shade; it may shut ont the
noise, thin as it is, and SO long as ga
can't see anything, why have it up?
"Where?' she repeats. II thought
they went east, and that We But she
gets no further. The pearl pendant is
rising and falling like storm tossed
shallop. Her slender fingers are nerv
ously twisting and untwisting her tilmy
handkerchief. Tramp, tramp. tramp.
echoing the drum beats, the column of
fours is striding away down the ap-
plauding thoroughfare. Then, as the
band clears the left flank of the line and
opens out across the street, joyous.
spirited, ringing, it bursts into martial
song. Where had she heard that intro
duction before? Surely there's some
thing familiar. But she has no time to
think of that now.
81 supposed-you never cared for
detached service" she falters. But
is it your wound?
He shakes his head:
'Three months ago | would not have
left the regiment. Now | am better