The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1899-05-18

ness OF Algy's gloom.
At the Perth station. where we
lunched he looked after onr fellow
traveller with such tender care that. al
though there was now plenty of room
IN the train. she utterly declined to re-
move herself and her luggage from our
carriage Algy had drunk a lot of that
beastly champagne you get at Perth.
| noticed he WAS very much flushed
and excited when ne returned 10 our
carriage. He began giving our travel
Ing companion details of his career
borrowed largely from the pages Of
Rudyard Kiplng, the most blood-curd
ing adventures followed each other In
rapid succession. while | sat furious in
my corner. cursing him for fool. The
old lady was completely fascinated.
and kept on saying il sounded like n
romance which, indeed, 1t did There
really was nothing Algy hadn't done;
he had been in Jameson's raid, lie had
fought at Suakim. he had held "A fort
with a handful Of men against thou
sands of Afghans. he was one of the
three survivors OF the wreck OF the
Drummond Castle. l wondered
how much the old girl would stand, but
she swallowed IL all down like milk
aud when we got To Edinburgh, where
we parted, she begged Algy TO tell her
his name. TO my disgust, ! saw him
hand her his card, and she warmly en-
treated us both, II we were ever IN
Edinburgh again, 10 come and see her
In Drumsheugh Gardens.
thought Algy was going altogether
too far, giving his name, with the regi-
ment and all. TO be dlscredited like this
for the sake of silly Joke, and pitch
ed into him well as the train numbered
ont of Waverley station.
Algy laughed bolsterously. 81 didn't
give her my name. you old dufrer,' he
said. Il gave her Perciyal's. | happen
ed TO have card of my Immaculate
cousins in my pocket, and | handed II
over to the old girl Perclyal will he
rather surprised II he meets her some
day to hear that he is the hero OF a
hundred fights that he has only read of
Ill the newspapers.
saw that 1t was no use saying any
more, so buried myself In my cigar and
railway rug. After bit, the effect OF
the champagne beginning to wear OF,
Algy grew more morose again and
raved against fate and Perciyal and old
Lafone until finally he dropped of TO
sleep, to my great relief, and was NJ
last allowed to do the same.
A day or two after we had reJoined.
Algy came into my room in the bar
racks with face as white as a sheet,
and n letter in his hand. 1t seemed he
had thought better of his conduct to old
Lafone and had written and telegraph
ed, imploring Maude to forgive him.
And now she had written to say that
the separation must be final, that on
Knowing him better she felt she
couldn't trust him. and that marriage
would not he for their happiness. Algy
must take this as final.
read the letter over and told him |
thought she meant 1t. And so 1t turn
ed out. for no humbling In the dust on
the part of Algy had any effect. 1t was
all at an end. The poor chap was
cut up; the whole thing was
his own fault, which, of course, wasn't
a soothing reflection. There was moth
Ing to be done, however, but to try and
bear It. Soon after he applied to ex-
change into the White Lancers, and for
some time | saw nothing of him. They
didn't care for him In the White Ian
GERS, and chrlstened him Melancholy
Jaques." Although l confess that fate
had been bit rough on him, thought
he should have shown more pluck.
What made things worse for Algy, Per
ciyal was going In strong for Maude
I.afone, although her people did not en-
courage him much. as he was even
worse off than his cousin.
One day Percival came into the mess
with an expression of utter bewilder-
ment on his face and long blue en-
velOpe In his hand.
81 say. you fellows" he said, there's
the most extraordinary thing. i
Did any Of you ever hear of Mrs. Ell
len Macfee. of No. q Drumsheugh Gar
dens, Edlnburgh?'
looked up. Surely had heard that
name before =. but wherei :.
Suddenly 1t flashed across me that II
was our old acquaintance of the train!
We'll" contonued Perciyal, I've
just had letter from a Arm In Edin.
burgh-wrters to the signet, whatever
that may mean; something like a sollci
tor in England, | suppose-to say that
Mrs. Ellen Macfee is dead, and has left
me the whole of her fortune. amount
ing TO 5000 a year, | never set eyes
on the woman In my life-never even
heard of her. But here 1t Is. all cor
rect. TO Captain Perciyal Mainwar
Ing, OF Her Majesty's Grey Horse It's
one of those things no fellow can UNI
derstand; but did any one ever hear Of
such an extraordinary piece OF luck"
A month later the Morning Post con
talned the announcement OF the mar
riage OF Captain Percival Mainwaring,
of Her Majesty's Grey Horse, TO Miss
Maude I.afone.-The London Star.
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Too Cultured.
A writer IN the Critic speaks some