Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-11-07
the regiment, they bent their steps away


from the cricket ground The sun was
down, and after the manner of the Indian
climate, the air at once grew chilly. Jane
shivered in her white frock, and Valen-
tine Graeme, with what Stephen Prinsep
inwardly termed officions haste. wrapped
around her the warm white shawl he had
been carrying.
"Have you heard anything OF Captain
Dene yet?" asked Jane. quickly. to hide
the embarrassment she felt at his rather
marked care of herself.
ooh, yes; he is getting on capitally:
the Colonel heard from Mrs. Dene the
other day"
"Let the Colonel speak for himself.
VAL" said that gentleman. laughing.
Il beg your pardon, sir" said Mr..
Graeme, rather taken abacl.
did Mrs. Dene send any message 10
me?' asked Jane.
''She said she would write to you soon.
"Then We'll have to come to you for
news" put in Graeme, who seldom let IN
opportunity slip.
Just as they were leaving the cricket
ground Sergeant Lynn came suddenly in
their path. He had not seen who WAS
coming, and fell back Immediately witt
a salute.
''How do you do?" said Jane, braveis
A quick CLEAN of pleasure flashed in-2
the Sergeant's eyes, but he scarcels
knew how to acknowledge the brief recoG;
milton. They all passed Oh. The Colons
and the Adjutant both liked Jane the het
ter that she had not been ashamed e
speak to a former friend in their pres
ence, but both felt the awkwardness OF
the situation, and were perhaps relieved
that no stranger had been present.
Jane walked on pale but composed, and
looked neither to the right nor to the left
by the bye, | suppose Captain Dene's
illness will prevent our theatricals com
ing off just yet," observed Val, presently
"and the Colonel did his part so we'll"
''And so did Mrs. Dene," said Jane.
But Mr. Graeme shook his head.
II never thought so. She is very grace
full and looks the part completely, but
she lacks experience and pathos. Now
you would be perfect in it,
But Jane, unwilling to be praised :s
her friends expense, made no reply.
They had reached the gate of theis
compound, and she stopped to say good
by.
"You are coming to see the polo to-
morrow" asked the irrepressible Val.
Perhaps" she answered, smiling.
81 shall go and interview Mrs. Knox,
and make her promise to bring you," he
said, and went off with his long, swinging
stride.
Stephen Prinsep and Jane looked after
him for a moment, and then looked at
each other-on his side with a gaze so
tender as to be almost caress, on hers
with sad, almost agonized expression.
There must be an explanation soon, and
then she would lose all which might have
made her life so fair.
"Jenny!' At the sound of her name
spoken by him thus, as though with the
right to call her so, she turned a little
paler. Jenny, when can speak to you
alone?
"Alone?" she echoed, in confusion, Q
warm blush mantling in her cheeks.
"Alonev he repeated firmly. "Can you
not guess what it is have to say"
y y
That night, nearly an hour after his
wife had gone to bed, the Quartermaster
was startled by a faint rapping at his
office door He had stayed up to finish
some of his accounts, and having COM
pleted them, was leaning back in his
chair, having quiet smoke.
"Comc in,' he called out in Hindoo-
stance, thinking it was q servant asking
for admittance.
To his surprise, when the door opened,
it was Jane who slowly entered in flow
ing wrapper of blue and white, her I'M
bound hair falling about her shoulders,
her eyes dim with weeping.
"Why, childie, thought you were in
bed long ago! Are you in trouble? You
look as if you had been crying"
II came to speak to you about some
thing else. about what / asked you the
other day." she said, timidly.
"About Sergeant Lynn"
She nodded aflirmatively.
81 have done nothing yet about speak
ing to the Colonel. You see, there is al
ways the Adjutant or some one in the
orderly room when l am there. 1t would
give the subject too much Importance to
ask private interview"
"Why not go to his house?" suggested
Jane.
II might do that" he answered thought
fully.
do, father. Will you go tomorrow
morning.
''There is no hurry, is there?"
eyes; if Jacob spoke to him first he
would thnk-I don't know what he would
think!' she broke off excitedly.
"Well, let it be as you please 1t is
not worth arguing about. You will have
to take my part against your mother; if
she blows me up" he added, with bos-
ferrous, good-humored laugh. "There, run
off to bed my girl; and don't spoil those
pretty eyes of yours by any more crying.
Not sweetheart in Christendom is worth
it, as you will know when you reach my
age"
Laughing still at his own joke, he
stopped, and kissing her affectionately
pushed her gently from the room.
Go be continued.)
A Oak Ota Verdict.
There is deep indignation here over