Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1896-08-07

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 correspCnded-tha
would have been wrong-but she had fire.
quent news # him from mutual friend.
That he still cared for her seemed certain,
for he had never married, although he had
attained "A good position
There was something touching in her
simplicity, and l felt greater interest
than heretofore in the little woman and
degree of respect i'm her childlike fidelity
"You have written to say you are com
ing?" l inquired
ooh, mol ! could not do that. 1t would
seem like asking him to marry me But l
know he is in Bombay. l shall see him,
and then"-- She broke off with a happy
smile; then after a smile, continued:
"You must have thought me stupid and
unsociablc, but every moment of the day 1
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 l reported our con-
versation to the dragoon, and he took it
distinctly bad, for the little woman exer-
cised strange fascination over him.
The worst tempered man was source
/
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 adj
miring the breadth of his vocabulary, l
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-
teriorntion 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 l 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-
PEGS into a small canvas bag. There was a
goodly number, the price of many beat
ings.
SO we are really there at last" began
Mrs. Trindcr Then she suddenly stopped
and stared at something in front of her
Following the direction of her eyes, l en-
countercd portmanteau and read the in
scription in white letters, "Fentham b.
| Dayenant" Then 1 understood
AT that instant the worst tempered man
appeared He looked at Mrs. Trinder, and
for the first time their eyes met els it
possible;' he began.
Mrs Trinder bowed.
"You have time table" I interrupted
! quickly. kindly tell me what time the
evening train starts for Poonah."
Before he had answered my question
Mrs. Irinder was half way down the com
panion, and when l went into the cabin a
few minutes later she was sitting forlorn,
4 on her cabin box, the picture of disappoint-
ed hopes.
The blow had been a hard one
Everything seems to have come to an
end, she said mournfully. II don't know
what to do or where to GO"
But ] do. You will come with me to
Poonah and stay till you have decided on
your future. "
Then | returned to the deck where l
found the dragon standing by my gun
case, his face gloomy and clouded.
My leave isn't up for II week yet" he
remarked, $50 I'm going up country for a
big shoot
You won't do anything of the sort.
Mrs. Trindcr is coming to stay with me. "
"And her friend too?'
l pointed to the deckhouse, where stood
the worst tempered man, peg glass in hand
and profanity On his lips
"Ihdt is hc, | said
The clouds cleared from the dragoon s
face instautancously "AashallahP he
exclaimed. Pdul's