Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-11-10

that she was free and independent she was
on her way to India to seek out her early
love. They had always been faithful,
though they had not corresponded-tha
would have been wrong-but she had fire.
quent news of him from mutual friend
That he still cared for her seemed certain,
for he had never married, although he had
attairad good position.
There was something touching in her
simplicity, and l felt a greater interest
than heretofore in the little woman and Il
degree of respect in her childlike fidelity.
"You have written to say you are COM
ingS" inquired.
ooh, mol l could not do that 1t would
seem like asking him to marry me. But
know he is in Bombay. l shall see him,
and them She broke off with happy
smile; then, after smile, continued:
"You must have thought me stupid and
unsociable, but every moment of the day l
am thinking about our meeting and look
ing forward to it. If the days would only
pass quicker-they are so terribly long"
Later in the evening reported cur con-
versation to the dragon, and he took it
distinctly bad, for the little woman exer-
clSCu d bUIduSC IdSCluuVlOll ONcI Hill.
The worst tempered man was a source
of much annoyance to the passengers gen.
orally, and especially to my companion,
who fled from his presence. His language,
too, was not always confined to Hindoo-
stance, and although one could not help ad-
miring the breadth of his vocabulary,
felt it my bounden duty to report him to
the captain, who removed him to the port
side of the ship, which caused further de-
terioration in his temper.
One morning we were awakened with
the glad tidings that Bombay was in sight
1t took Mrs. Trinder little time to dress
and collect her impedimenta. Before
was up she was on deck, where joined
her later The passengers luggage was
being hauled up from the hold, and near
the saloon companion sat the worst tenn
pered manservant upon two portman-
teaus, bruised but cheerful, counting ru-
pees into small canvas bag. There was a
goodly number, the price Of many beat
ings.
so we are really there at last" began
Mrs. Trinder. Then she suddenly stopped
and stared at something in front Of her.
Following the direction Of her eyes, en-
countered portmanteau and read the in
scription in white letters, "Fentham B.
Davenant" Then I understood.
At that instant the worst tempered man
appeared He looked at Mrs. Trinder, and
for the first time their eyes met. sis it
possible?" he began.
Mrs. Trinder bowed.
"You have time table," interrupted
-1x all yho<<
evening train starts for Poonah."
Before he had answered my question
Mrs. Trinder was half way down the COM
panion, and when went into the cabin a
few minutes later she was sitting, forlorn,
on her cabin box, the picture of disappoint
ed hopes.
The blow had been a hard one
Everything seems to have come to ar
end" she said mournfully. "Idon't know
what to do or where to CO."
"But I do You will come with me tt
Poonah and stay till you have decided OIL
your future"
Then I returned to the deck, where
found the dragon standing by my CUR
case, his face gloomy and clouded.
My leave isn't up for week yet, he
remarked, SO Ill gong up country Aor
big shoot"
"You won't do anything of the sort
Mrs. Trinder is coming to stay with me. >
"And her friend too?''
| I pointed to the deckhouse, where stool
the worst tempered man, peg glass in hant
and profanity on his lips
"That is he," said
The clouds cleared from the dragoon'
face instantaneously. "MashallahP' h
exclaimed st. Paul's.