Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-09-29
AFTER THIRTY YEARS,

It was summer night in Cawnpore
In the wear 1857. Two lovers stood
within the convenient shade of 4 We
randa saving Il long farewell-till the
morrow The stars were shining with
that radiance which makes the pecu-
liar glory of an Indian night, and the
air was heavy with the scent of the
champak blossom.
Good night, my darling! l must
go and each moment only makes it
harder to leave you"
go then! Who is keeping you?"
You! You witch! How we'll You
know your power. Haven't you kept
me ten whole minutes when l ough:
to have started on my rounds ages
ago."
Il have kept you! How dare you
imply such a thing? l have been
longing for your departure. II am
very sleepy" with a carefully simu-
lated yawn and wide open mischiev-
Gus eyes.
well. I am going. Really, this
time. By-the-by, you know I cannot
come till late tomorrow evening.
wish to goodness | were not adjutant.
What's the use of a few extra rupees
when it takes up all my time so that
/ never see you now?'
ooh! what a story and what q
froWn. |, can see it quite plainly"
You cannot! l can only just see
your white frock and the lines of your
hair and that scarlet thing on your
head, and-your eyes. / see them
wherever l am. When the Colonel
gives me an order, 1 stare straight
over his head, till / know he thinks
l have gone crazy, and I see, there
in the air-tWo dark brown eyes,
sparkling with wickedness and shin
ing like the stars above us now
and
The remainder of the speech was ar
rested by a little hand which was laid
lightly upon his lips, and which natur-
ally met the fate it deserved. There
was complete silence in the shadow
of the veranda, only broken by her
soft and hurried breathing, and d
slight stir as she nestled into his arms
and was clasped for an instant to his
breast. The syce (native groom, who
was crouching near beside his mast
er's waiting horse, raised his drowsy
head and wondered if they had gone
into the house again. But just then
the farewell was finally accomplished,
and he listened curiously to their part
ing words.
Good night Dick. Be as early as
YOU cam
Good night Of course I'll be early.
1t will be years before 1 see you
again"
BE sure You recognize me then!
You silly! Good night"
Master and servant turned at the
gate of the garden and looked back.
She had stepped out of the shadow,
see every detail of her white muslin
dress. tlounced to the waist, and to
catch the CLEAN of her uncovered neck
and arms. Dick Manners even mag
med that he could distinguish the
curve of her dark head outlined
against the scarlet bow and see the
Star-like shining of her eyes. lie
sighed rs he rode away. 1t was so
hard to leave her even for a few
hours: and the heavy, clinging scent
OF the champak blossom oppressed
MN and seemed to lie as a weight
uuon his heart
1t was in May. 1887. when party
oi English men and women rode
through the streets of the native city
OF Lucknow. They were going to visit
the shops of the famous gold and six
Yer workers, and were accompanied
ny an escort of native police for their
guidance, and, though the ladies of
me party scoffed at the idea, for their
projection as well. The bazaar n
LUCKNOW has too bad name for any
EhGhShman to care to take his wo-
mankind there without a show of
force
Inc streets are very narrow, and the
houses have, in many cases, Over
hanging balconies to the upper stories
creating feeling of oppression even
III RIDERS, who are raised above the
MASSES OF many shaded humanity with
"nlch the countless lanes and alleys
are nlled. The crowd was rather q
sient one at that time-1 in the morn
ing Ih2Ye were cries, indeed. from
'He unclothed children, who fough1
eath other, and shrill reproofs from
'helf mothers. who. returning from
tue wells with brass pots balanced or
'helr heads. had no hands with which
10 punish their mischievous offspring
Besides the lower caste women, whose
garments were o. the scantiest de