Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1895-08-08

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Mahanuddy."
She waited long. At last the an
swer came:
1T was with unfeigned sorrow
that Lieut.. Gen. Goodwin found him
self constrained, by the exigencies oil
his position, to refuse the widow Of
one of his best officers. whose loss
was felt by the whole Anglo Indian
army, the sad privilege Of visiting
the spot where his comrades con-
signed him to brave soldiers grave.
But the Generals footing In RAN
COON was precarious. hourly appre.
prehensions OF attack by strong
body of the enemy were entertained.
ut was known that Burmah
chief was approaching with numer-
Gus and we'll armed force. and had
already arrived in the neighborhood
of Kemmendine. Therefore, for the
present. the Lieutenant-Gener
must forbid the landing Of his coun-
trywoman from the shipping on any
pretext. He hoped to be forgiven by
the dear lady, whose grief he humbly
asked to be permitted to share; but
in this case he was not left in the
exercise of the least discretion.
Such were the regulations.
When Norah Fallon had read these
lines she retired to her cabin in ST.
lence, and was not seen again that
day. On the next she was observed
in frequent and eager conference, in
whispered Hindoostanee, with an old
and faithful bearer, gray bearded,
and of grave and dignified demeanor,
who had long been in the confidence
of her husband-indeed, sort of
humble, but fatherly guardian to the
young, inexperienced. and perhaps
imprudent pair, who with their dar-
ling between them were all in all to
each other, and needless of all be-
side.
The old Hindoo had formerly lived
several years at Prone. whittier he
had gone in the capacity of bearer to
an English commissioner; he there
fore knew the Burmese character
we'll. and could speak the language
with tolerable fiuency.
There were many friendly Bur-
mese at Rangoon at this time, de-
serters from Dallah, shrewd fellows
who had foreseen safety in British
ascendancy, and, being mostly fish
ermen, had offered themselves for
"Inglee" muskets for the nonce, with
D sharp eye to profitable nets there
after Indeed, not few Of these
traitors had taken to
their old trade already, and were
busily plying the moles and hooks
from crazy canoes at the mouth OF
Kemmendine Creek. 1t was not long
before some Of them, hailed by old
Buxsoo, the bearer, came alongside
with, as he said, fish for the Mem
Sahib, his mistress On these occa.
,ions he conversed with them in
Burmese, and whoever watched mar
rowly the astonished and anxious
faces of the fishermen must have
observed that neither the freshness
Dor the price Of their finny prizes
formed any part Of the discussion.
1t was a dark night, no moon and
\ cloudy sky; all hands had gone
below and ''turhed in" some hours
since. The officer of the deck, night
glass in hand, paced the bridge" or
eaned over the rail and watched the
lights ashore, while the quarter
master patrolled the gangways. But
these were not alone on deck ; on the
bull ring Of the altar gun the pale
and fearless widow sat- still as
shadow, and peered through the
darkness shoreward to where the
lights cleaned from
the Golden Dragon. Such was her
nightly wont, and officers and men
had become SO accustomed to it that
she sometimes sat there till after
midnight, unheeded and forgotten.
The young officer still chased with
his eyes the restless lights, and
dreamed dreams the while of home
and Of sweetheart; the gruff old
luartermaster paced up and down,
and thought OF prize money and the
old woman" Neither had eye nor
thought for the poor lady, they
we're so used to her lonesome ways,
A. e see. else they might have found
unusual in the anxiety
with which she watched a singular
object in the water astern--only an
empty canoe drifting toward the
ship! Not drifting either; for now
that / point them out to you, you
can see two black heads, with long
hair twisted in a barbaric knot be-
hind, peering warily above the water
in front OF the boat which seems to
follow them.
The love-lorn youngster, or the
yruff old luartermaster on prize
intent, did look toward the
bull ring little later, and saw moth
ing; the lady was gone. Whittier?
TO her cabin2 No; she could not
have passed them unobserved. But
that was easy to decide; her light
still burned; her state room was
open and unoccupied. Where, then,
was she? Good heavens! 1t could
not be; and yet it must-poor lady
Poor baby They gave the alarm;
they reused the ship; O gun was
fred; a search was made, in vain.
Alas it must be so. she has gone
to Join her husband"
True! but not that way, gruff old
quartermaster's mate. Stop think
ing about her; have ears and brains
for your duty. What was that shot
on shore? And, bark nowl an
other, and another, and another the
alarm is given in the British lines;
the sentries have discharged their