Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1896-07-31

rled, although he had attained good
position.
There was something touching in
Ter simplicity, and 1 felt greater in
terest than heretofore in the little
woman, and degree Of respect in her
childlike fidelity.
"You have written to say you are
coming?" inquired.
"Oh, no! I could not do that. It
would seem like asking him to marry
| me. But 1 know he is in Bombay. I
shall see him, and then" she broke Off
with happy smile; then, after pause,
continued: "You must have thought
ME stupid and unsociable, but every
moment Of the day am thinking about
our meeting and looking forward to it.
IT the days would only pass quicker
they are 30 terribly long"
Later in the evening reported our
conversation to the dragoon, and he
took it distinctly bad, for the little
over him.
The worst-tempered man was source
OF much annoyance to the passengers
generally, and especially to my COM
panion, who fled from his presence. His
| language, too, was not always confined
TO Hindustani, and, although one could
not help admiring the breadth of his
vocabulary, felt 1t my bounden duty
to report him to the captain, who re-
moved him to the port side of the ship.
which caused further deterioration In
his temper.
One morning we Were awakened with
the glad tidings that Bombay was in
Eight. 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-tempered mans servant
i upon two partmanteaus, bruised, but
cheerful. counting rupees into small
canvas bag. There We're goodly num-
Der, the price of many beatings.
$50 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 1 encountered portmanteau and
read the inscription in white letters:
"Fentham B. Davenant." Then under
stood,
at that instant the worst-tempered
man appeared. He looked at Mrs. Trim
der and for the first time their eyes met.
us 1t possble?" he began.
Mrs. Trinden bowed,
You have time table," I inter-
rupted quickly, kindly tell me what
time the evening train starts for
poonah."
Before he had answered NV question
Mrs. Irlnder was half way down the
companion, and when went into the
cabin few minutes later she was sit
ing forlosn on her cabin box, the
picture of disappointed hopes.
The blow had been hard one.
everything seems to have come to
an end" she said mournfully. 81 don't
know what to do or where to co.
But do, You will come with me
70 Peonah and stay till you have de-
cided on your future"
Then l returned to the deck, where 1
found the dragoon standing by my gun
ease, his face gloomy and clouded.
My leave isn't up for week yet" he
remarked, 80 I'm going up country for
big shoot"
You won't do anything of the sort.
Mrs. Trinder 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.
THAT is he" l said
The clouds cleared from the drag
cons face instantaneously. MASK.
i allah!" he exclaimed.-St Paul's.