The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-09-20

ers some very influential ones at the Horse
Guards. Then he went over for a short
trip to Paris with his sister, Lady Grain
ger, and her husband. And some four
days after he had reached that most
cheerful of cities, an official letter ar
rived at Raymond Joliffe's little seaside
villa. TriX was out at the time, and 1t
was just as well, perhaps, that she did not
see his face when he opened it. JOY sur
prise, bewilderment, pride--he hardly
knew which feeling was uppermost or
strongest. The communication was word
ed in the most fiattering manner. It ap-
peared. then, thought poor Raymond,
that although he was far from being what
he called mailer at exams" yet at the
same time some people at headquarters
were aware that he was good for some
thing, after all. And he would show them
that he was. Everyone had a chance
once-he had been told that-and his had
surely come to him at last
But how would 1t be for poor little TriX?
He went to the window, his eyes shining
and face very red, to look out for her. Ali
there she was, coming down the street,
dressed in her pretty blue serge and sailor
hat. He could not wait till she came in,
but ran out upon the doorstep, down the
little path, through the iron gate, to meet
her, She looked at him startled.
What is it, Ray?"
Half shyly, but with a joyous tremor in
his voice, he told her. She was more self
contained than he had expected although
glad as he was, 1t cut him to the heart to
see the desperate effort which the poor
child made not to cry.
But her pillow at night was soaked quite
wet, and she had evil and wild dreams of
poisoned arrows, and prisoners tortured
by savages, and white bones fostering
under a glaring sun.
The authorities had now allowed Ray
mond Joliffe many hours in which 20
prepare for his start. And in this fact
lay perhaps one of the least cruel frac-
tons of the trial through which Beatrix
had to pass, although at the time she
thought 1T the hardest part of all. She
neither ate, nor slept and was almost al
ways on her feet, worrying her brain
with thoughts for Raymond welfare
and firing her limbs with running to and
fro on useless errands for him. Yet her
undaunted spirit kept her up until the
last bitter moment. Raymond had decid-
ed that the last farewell between them
should be in their own happy home,
where other curious eyes could not look
upon it, Then at last she broke down.
clinging imploringly with hot little hands
round his neck, burning tears falling on
his breast
"Oh, Ray, Ray" she sobbed, "why must
you go? We do love each other so; and
l know you will never come back. We
have been such a little time together out
of the whole of our lives. Don't go; don't
go. Can't they take somebody else?''
He was crying. too, like a child, as he
loosened the tender grasp of her fingers
"My dear old darling" he whispered,
"how could throw away such a chance?
You know you always said that you
wanted your boy to get on
1T isn't worth 1t; 1t isn't worth 1t"
she moaned, in her despair. And perhaps
for Just one monochrome only, as he
drove away, waving his handkerchief to
her from long way off, he too, may
have wondered if, after all, any earthly
success was not too dearly bought at such
a price as this.
ITO be concluded)