The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-03-16
THEY SOLVED THE MYSTERY
GWEENNY PRAYERS W4S HAUNTED
 BY 4 SUICIDE'S GHOST.

After That the Roses Return to He
 Cheeks and Her Spirits Frightened. l When Gwenny Travers' photograph
 came out to the station every one wal
 in love with them at once, and when
 year a6terward, it was announced
 that Miss Gwenny was really expected
 and the colonel went down to Bombay
 to meet her, there was great rejoicing
 in Pukkapore.
 Every male thing, from the brigadiei
 to young Dubbs, rejoiced, on his own
 account partly, and also on that oi 1 Mrs Travers, the colonel's wife, whose
 eldest daughter Gwenny was.
 Mrs. Travers was the mother and | confidante of everybody; 8 year before
 she had been home on sick leave, and it
 was on her return that the photographs
 made their appearance, and began to
 be one, of the recognized interests of the
 station. Have you seen the colonels
 girls photos?" (Which do you like the
 best, the one in the riding-habit or the
 one with her hair down?" Isn't that sailor hat vignette awfully fetching?"
 People had hardly got over these com ments and criticisms before 1t was an- nounced that Gwenny was really on her way out; and then, of course, out came the photographs again with re- newed importance that one might de- eide, now that she was so near what Miss Gwenny was actually like.
 When the date for her sailing was 4of I.,o fixing up her room. "She must have the pink room, Charles; it will want a lot of doing up, but I shall begin at once, and"--
 Not the pink room, my dear" said the colonel, from behind his paper, "the little one beyond ours is more suitable"
 Indeed, no! that's much too small for any young lady, and I should like the dear child to have a pretty, nice cool room that she can walk about in. Why, at school, she had tiny little cu- bicle like a cabin, and a girl thinks so much of her own room. I can't think why you have a prejudice against the pink room--it will want an entire turn out, for the servants have crammed 1t with things like a go-down, but you wait till Rosna and have got it in or der. and you'll be quite astonished how pretty it will be-
 I'd rather she had the smaller one," persisted the colonel, and though he did not give any reason his face wore al perturbed look, which was out of keep ing with the trifling occasion of differ ence, but his wife had rustled away to take counsel of Rosina, the little Portu- guese lady's-maid, and the pink room might be looked upon as a settled ques- tion.
 By the time the colonel started for Bombay the room was ready, and very phetty it was; the rather faded pink of the walls had been renewed, there was a brass bedstead, and white aspinalled furniture, white curtains and pink sash ribbons to tie them up; new mating and a bookcase, and a shelf for photo graphs running around like a dado. Mrg, Travers and Rosina even aspi- nailed the huge wooden cupboard built into the wall and made q smart pat tern of Christmas cards to outline the panels; then all the ladies came to look at their handiwork. and admire it, and talk about Gwennys coming.
 Wasn't this where"-- Mrs. Trent said and then stopped; Mrs. Bogle, the doctors wife had trodden on her gown.
 Yes" Mrs. Travers hastened to ex- pl8in, full of her own prowess, this was where we used to keep all sorts of stores, and boxes and things; the room was much too good for that, only the colonel filled it up with things the year I was at home had such work to clear 1t, but Rosina and l have worked don't you think?"
 Mrs. Bogle assured her that the effect was enchanting; Mrs. Trent held her .ongue and examined the curtains; and then hey all went to tea.
 Two days after Gwenny arrived, and | week later every one was agreed that neither the ridng-habit nor the sailor nat portrait was "in it" with the Miss iwenny who sat smiling in her moth- ITS drawing room, making that always pleasant place perfect paradise to the who was a disconsolate wid- lwer of eight months standing and to goung Dubbs, and to all the various grades. ranks and varieties, civil and who filled the wide interval | that zenith and nadir of Puk- iapore male society.
 The beauty of Gwenny Travers was hat she smiled on all alike, and that is very great and uncommon point of | ,eauty, especially in an Indian military | tation; the bridagier was a pompous | i'd bore, Dubbs was timid young ass, | Irs. Bogle was a good-natured gossip | md Mrs. Trent a nal propos tattler; I ut one and all received the same | pleasant reatment-friendly modest, | the colonePs daughter, | md the first week of her arrival sped | along with a continuous round | f merrymaking, to welcome the young ady who had galvanized the dull little lace into life. Then, as a natural con- equence, came a whole crop of propo- als from everybody, all directed to the elf-same lady. The brigadier took to 1earing primrose gloves without grad ating toward Hope Reborn by any of he legitimate stages of half-mourning, nd then as suddenly left for Cashmir; tile Dubbs, after galloping his red ony, Ructions, over from cantonments ve days a week, on some excuse or ther to the coloneTs house, turned his teed's head about, and was met gloom y cantering in the opposite direction, ,hen every one else was going to the ennis ground. It was the same with early everybody, and everybody felt a