The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-07-21

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laughed with the rest
Between the acts Ardsley made In
Quiries and learned the truth. He wa!
bitten with desire to obtain the mat
tainable, and he was not one to daily.
He went behind the scenes.
Whom are you going home with,
Miss Hampden!'' he asked.
II fear no one will take me after thu
light Mr.. Graves has put me in"
MAY I do sor'
She nodded, and Ardsley went bach
to his seat
$50 you have refused tho entire
army" he asked as they walked home.
mot quite"
1.-THE entire Department.
well, fair percentage Of it," she
admitted.
"Are you going to refuse mef''
II can't say until you are offered"
II offer myself now"
"And I accept you now"
"Good enough. Will you announce
our engagement tonight at support"
"At the risk Of being adjudged in
sane-yes."
Put on this ring until can get you
another. Your hands are not small. II
will fit your middle finger. Now am
in earnest.
$50 am l." she said.
They were very much in earnest, the
event proved, and the garrison derived
unmixed pleasure from the total, I'M.
conditional, obvious surrender Of Miss
Hampden. She was as open in her in
fatuation as she had always been in ev-
erything else. And Ardsley was equally
infatuated. He took back the class ring
and gave her diamond which cost him
three months pay. They were altogeth.
er happy. So, just fortnight before
the day arranged for their wedding, the
gods demanded the first payment on
their loan.
Ardsley was ordered of on scout.
Miss Hampden was the sort Of girl
who might have been expected to take
this reasonably. But she did not She
olung to Ardsley and cried like any lit.
tie girl and did not behave in the least
like q woman who had seen countless
scouts. And she let him go to the wars
remembering her standing with her arm
against the wall and her head upon her
arm, sobbing as if her heart were utter
ly broken. He himself was moved and
stern. Loring would have liked to re-
mind her that hearts which were really
wrung did not show their pain. He had
not yet recovered.
Ardsley did not come back from the
scout. He was In fight on what should
have been his wedding day. Others were
killed and their bodies were recovered
and buried, but Ardsley's body was new
er found. There was tale that fire
had been seen on the battlefield the
night after the encounter, and in the
midst Of the fire tree with form
which might have been that of man
against it. There were Indians grouped
around it. Miss Hampden never heard
the story. She never even guessed at
what had happened until 20 years after.
ward.
She was the superb and spiritless wife
Of mighty general, and she was ac-
companying her husband on tour of
inspection in the west. They were at an
agency one day and were visiting the
tepees. 1t was the agency Of the Indians
that young Ardsley had fought two
decades before, and the generals wife
was nerving herself not to show that
she remembered this.
The general was examining the trim.
kets that hung Oh string around the
neck of half blind squaw.
Here is West Point class ringr'
he exclaimed.
His wife repeated her words Of 20
years past
May I see it?' she asked coolly.
She took it in her hands and turned
1t about. She could make out the de.
sign, though it seemed to have passed
through some heat that had melted it.
There was no doubt in her mind. New.
ertheless she looked inside. The heat
had not affected it there, and the mi.
tials were quito plain even yet.
I'D A." she said. ut was David
Ardsley's ring. The fire did not touch
the letters l understand now why they
never could tell me which was his
grave.
The general broke the string and
picked up the class ring from among the
scattered baubles The squaw was chat
tering and whining and clawing around
on the earth. The general held the ring
out to his wife. She raised the dark
eyes that had been 30 bright and happy
the last time it had been held out to
her.
"Can l have it," she asked
The general put it in her hand and
the hand closed over it,
"Thank you" she said.-Gwendolen
Overton in San Francisco Argonaut.