The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-10-10


soldiers head swim; but, then, she
took it so cheerfully and sweetly when
she stepped on our patent leather pumps
and informed us so honestly that she
Guessed she never had been much at
dancin" that we were only too anxious
to assure her that she was a perfect
fairy In course of time she came to be-
lieve it.
She had one habit which was delight.
full. TWAS so old fashioned and quaint.
She said ''Yes'm" and "No'm," Eyes
sir" and "Nosir," always Captain
Grant said it was like a servant girl
But, then, he had just been on leave
and was engaged to an eastern girl
We thought she was very good COM
pany, and so did the garrison children.
They took violent fancy to her She
played tag and prisoners base with
them, she climbed fences and wood
piles, she sat on tho top Of the barns,
and she rode barebacked horses around
the post. And, then, she was such
thoroughly good hearted girl, generous
to the last degree, and such cookl
| For long time Bayard and Blake
divided the honors. Miss Rohan and
fate smiled ON both equally. But Miss
Rohan was girl with considerable
natural tendency to aim high. Moreover,
her married sister had an eye to the
main chance, If there was one thing
more than another that she hoped for, it
was to see the girl Kate Bayard.
Here is the case stated plainly: Given
a lieutenant of 80, who is born with
fondness for feminine society, who has
not had any of it for at least year
that is, not any young feminine society;
| given also >two women, one of them
married and determined, the other I'M
married and not unattractive. 1t needs
no great wisdom to see the natural out
come. Had Bayard just then had one
redeeming, womanly influence had he
broken away for month and gone back
among his equals, or had one of his
equals come to him, he would have been
saved. As it was, he was left alone
with his ambition and this girl.
He fell in love- Therefore he lost his
reasoning powers; otherwise he would
have been bound to see that this woman
and ambition could not both be in his
life. He fell in love, and he married
her then and there. She wore the dia-
monds of the stately old mother as she
sat ON the porch at guard mounting
| with her manicure set.
The first intimation we had of the
| way the wind blew in that family was
when the young Mrs. Bayard sat one
| fl,o or nd
of Don't" which she told us that my
husband" had bought for her. She was
very much pleased with the gift and
| took much pleasure in reading it. We
noticed after that that she was most
careful about breaking, biting and cut
ting her bread at dinner, breakfast and
luncheon, but Don't" evidently did
not include any reference to manicure
sets. / think Bayard told her about
them, though, after a time, for she
ceased making her appearance in public
with it, but she bit her nails nervously.
Jwent-awayor leave about this time.
When l came back, there was little
Bayard, which promised to look very
like it's mamma. There had been a great
quarrel as to the naming of the child.
There were good many quarrels now
anyway. Mrs. Bayard had liked the
name of Kathleen-she said it was her
mothers name, and, for my part, ii
seemed that it was very musical and
pretty-but the father was determined
upon Beatrice, with the accent ON the
second syllable. The child was baptized
Kathleen.
When had gone east ON my leave,
Bayard had begged me to give my atten-
ton and what personal influence l had
missary at Washington. He wanted it
even worse than no did a foreign at
tacheship.
/ saw the turn affairs had taken-that
madam was growing stouter, ugly and
untidy; that she neglected even the
manicure set for the very noisy and I'M
prepossessing baby; that poor Bayard' s
spick and span clothing and appearance
were thing of the past; that he looked
worn and did not seem to feel at ease
among his brother officers So carried
to him some encouraging news with re-
gard to his erstwhile desired appoint
ment. told him that knew it to be a
sure thing; that the enviable post in
Washington would soon be his; that ere
long he would be again in his native
air
An uneasy look came into his brown
eyes. He shrank back as his wife and
the baby came into the room. For an
instant his glance rested on them.
"Thank you, old fellow, he said.
81 think shall be content to pass the
rest of my life on the frontier, far from
the madding crowd, you know" he
added, with choking laugh.
Poor Bayard And this was the end.
But knew he was right, and went
away, leaving him with his future and
with his wife. -Gwendolen Overton in
| San Francisco Arponaut