The Monticellonian., 1895-08-16
left in the exercise cf the least disars- ton. suoh were the rarulatioran..

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
 dignifled defneanor who had long been
 In the confidence of her husband-in-
 deed, sort of humble but fatherly
 guardian to the young, inexperienced
 and perhaps imprudent pair, who, with
 their darling between them, were all
 in all to each other, and needless of all
 beside.
 The old Hindoo had formerly lived several years at Prone, whither he had gone In the capacity of bearer to an English commissioners he therefore knew the Burmese character well, and could speak the language with toler- able fuency.
 There were many friendly" Bur mese at Rangoon at this time, deserters from Dallah, shrewd fellows who had foreseen safety in British aseendancy, and, being mostly fishermen, had offered themselves for "Inglee" muskets for the nonce, with a sharp eye to profit able nets thereafter Indeed, not a few of these calculating traitors had taken to their old trade already, and were busy plying their poles and hooks from crazy canoes at the mouth of Kemmen- dine creek. It 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 mis- tress. On these occasions he conversed with them h Burmese, and whoever watched narrowly the astonished and anxious faces of the fishermen must have observed that neither the fresh- ness nor the price of their finny prizes formed any part of the discussion.
 It was dark night, no moon anu cloudy sky; all hands had gone below and turned in" some hours since, The officer of the deck, night-glass in hand, paced the bridge" or leaned over the rail and watched the lights ashore, while the quartermaster patrolled the gangways. But these were not alone on deck; on the bullring of the after gun the pale and fearless widow sat, still as a shadow, and peered through the darkness shoreward towards where the Eighteenth's lights gleamed 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 gruf old quartermaster paced up and down, and thought of prize-money and tho "old woman" Neither had eye nor thought for the poor lady, they were so used to her lonesome ways, dye see, else they might have found something unusual in the anxiety with which she watched a singular object in the water astern- only an empty canoe drifting toward the shipl Not drifting, either for now that point them out to you, yoA can see two black heads, with long hair twisted in a barbarie knot behind, peering warily above the water in front of the boat, which seems to fol- low them.
 The love-lorn youngster, or the gruff old quartermaster on prize money in- tent, did look toward the bulIring little later, and saw Y nothing: tho lady was gone. Whither? To her cabin7 No; she could not have passed them unobserved. But that was easy to decide; her light still burned; her state room was open and unoceupied. Where then was she2 Good heavenst It could not be; and yet it must-poor ladyl Poor baby! They gave the alarmi they reused the ship; gun was firedi search was made, ia vain; alas! 1t must be 80 "She has gone to join her husband"
 Truel but not that way, gruff old quarter masters mate. Stop thinking about her; have ears and brains for your duty. What was that shot on shore? And, hark, now! another, nnd another, and another! the alarm is given in the British lines; the sentries have discharged their pieces and run in! See! the place is all ablaze with lights; every poonghee house is illum- mated; you can discern the great porch of the Golden Dragon, with it's griffin warders, from here. They are beating to arms; the trumpet sounds the assembly, What could that first and solitary shot have been9
 An! my nautical friends, while your sapient pates were busy guessing, that pair of barbario black heads have drifted under the stern again, and the same canoe has drifted with them-nor empty thls time; for, look again. and you will sec that her light is no longer burning, and her stateroom door Is closed, though the window is open, and-yes you do hear her breathing. Waitl spare your heads the guessing; 1t will all be cleared up for you one day. Wait till you dare to ask Norah Fallon why she makes so much of that white rose.
 Gen. Godwin's next dispatch to the governor general contained curious passage: 'On the night of the 18th the cantonments were thrown into dis order by a false alarm, caused by the discharge of pistol in the talipot grove, which inclosed the grave of the late Adjt Fallon, who fell gloriously in the attack of the Dragon the spot is close to the Sepoy lines of Il. NJ. Eightieth Ny men maintained good order, answering the assembly call with remarka ble celerity, ano in complete equipment,
 "At day breaka Sepoy of Maj. Ainslie's picket found dead boa of great size, and evidently just killed. lying across young Fallon's grave; also, suspended to the cross by a ribbon, gold locl1et two locks of hair-a lady's and child's; and fastened to the cross