Arizona republican., 1898-03-20
(Continued From Yesterday)

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 Meantime there had been a sore, sore hearted young wife farther up 1he row. As wrath and passion sobbed them selves away and the devil of jealousy wore itself out, and the thought of Randy's patience and gentleness and of all that Mrs. Hayne had said of his unfagging tenderness and love, poor Florence began to wonder if she had not angered him beyond repair. His last act had been one of fond, thoughtful care He had spread the shawl over her and fingered over it as though he loved to touch her, mad, miserable, ugly, hateful as she had been, and she had spitefully thrown it off. She picked it up now and strove to arrange it as he had done, but could not. She arose and bathed her face and eyes, and gazed out over the now deserted parade. She had not even stirred when the Rifers marched away. She paced the floor again and felt that she was weak, and became conscious that she was most automatically hungry, and then-Oh. heavensl how could she!-how could she have forgotten? Here was Randy su guard, up all night. and never before since they came back from their we'd ding tour had she failed when he was officer of the guard to have delightful little chafng dish supper all ready for him at 12 o'clock. and he used to come over from his duties for half an hour and eat with such an appetite and praise her Welsh rarebit, or her oysters, and then take her in his arms with such love and delight in his fond eyes, and here and here it was one o'clock and she'd atterly forgotten it. Oh, poor Randy must be starving!
 In ten minutes Mrs. Merriam had bundled up her dishevelled hair, donned some more becoming gown than the tumbIed wrapper, and had hustled downstairs and lighted the parlor lamp to signal Randy to come home and be fed and forgiven, and then she ran- sacked the cupboard and started her fire, and then peeped over toward the distant guardroom and saw no sign of his coming. She trotted through the Kitchen and banged lustily at Hop Ling's door and bade him rise and go q swered not. He, too, had slipped away to the Junction-not so much to see the Killers off as to have a shy at fan-tan and Florence was alone. Never mind She had been born and reared in garri- scn- No one could teach her the ins and outs of post life. Why shoCldn' t she run across the wide, dimly-lighted flat and surprise her darling at his desk. and bid him come home with her and st her tv-ire herself about him. and have a Happier cry as she told kim how weak and wicked ard crUc' and Hateful sine had been. and beg to To taLc2 back into his love and trust. Yes. Ees. well / she knew that he was too nu5le. too grand 10 treat her sterIliy. coid,T. be eause of her tempestuous outbreak. Ii was all because she loved him so-loved him so that 1t was torture to think any other woman could claim or hold or even attract him. With brightening eyes, with bounding heart, she threw , over her head and shoulders light wrap and stepped out on the piazza Somebody was coming across the pa rade-from the guardhouse-even now He was still too far away to be recog- hized, but as he halted one minute and turned as though to listen to the sen- tries just beginning to call half-past sne, the moonlight giinted on the steel scabbard, and she knew it must be Randy. Then he was coming to her after all. and she need not have to seek him and be the first to make up,'' as she used to say in girlish days. The call went round with echoing ring, and then on came her loving husband again How she loved that martial stride of his! How erect and strong and sol dierly he seemed! How-,vhy-he wasn't coming-straiSht to her. He had reached the flagstaff. There lay the beaten pathway right before his eyes and hers. He must see the bright lights ef his home bidding him come and find love and welcome. But he had turned away-was walking, not toward the west end, but straight for the middle oi the row. straight to where the Graftons Hved-where-that woman lived.
 But that meant nothing. Oh, no, Florence we'll knew that meant noth- ing Had he not said only a little while before that never would he see or speak with her without coming first to his wife, his Florence, and letting her know Yet, why should he go thither al this hour of the night? That was not the ay to the sentry posts. Uncon,
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