Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1900-06-14

Lawrence turn very pale ard her
beautiful eyes fed
1T is shame" she said. after
moments struggle 10 conquer the
trembling Of her lips. ''IIas is there
70 influential enough or with
brains enough Cthis with returning
color to take up his case and clear
him ,"
They were whirling through the
beautiful drive Of the Golden Gate
park. passing company after company
at drill. Even as Amy spoke Schuyler
lifted his cap and Miss Prime bowed
and smiled. \ group of regimenfal Of
ficers, four in number, stood, apparent
" supervising the work, and as Miss
Lawrence quickly turned to see who
they might be, her eyes met those of
Col. Armstrong. Five minutes later the
carriage returning drew up. as though
by some order from its occupants, at
that very spot. Armstrong and his adj
iutant were still there and promptly
joined them.
Long weeks afterward that morning
lived in Stanley Armstrong; memory.
1t was one of those rare August days
when the wind blew from the south
east, beat back the drenching Pacific
fogs and let the warm sun pour upon
the brilliant verdure of that wonderful
park. Earth and air, distant sea and
dazzling sky, all seemed clarifying their
Creator Bright-hued birds flashed
through the foliage and thrilled the
ear with their caroling. The plash Of
fountain fell softly on the breeze, min
gled with the rustling Of the luxuriant
growth OF leaf and flower close al hand.
1t was not chance that brought the
stalwart soldier instantly to Amy's
side. Her gaze was upon him before
the carriage stopped, and irresistibiy
drew him. The man of mature years,
the hero Of sharp combats and stirring
campaigns with a fierce and savage foe,
the commander of hundreds of eager
and gallant men, obeyed without
thought Of demur the unspoken sum
mons OF a girl yet in her teens. There
was a new light in her clear and beau
tiful eyes. flush upon her soft and
rounded cheek, little fGtter, possibly,
in her Kind and loyal heart Heaven
knows his heart beat high with an emo
ton he could not subGue, though his
bearing was grave and courteous us
ever, but about that sweet and flushing
face there shone the halo of a woman 5
brave determination, and no sooner had
he reached the carriage side than, bend
ing toward him, she spoke. Mildred
Prime could not repress a little gasp Of
amaze.
Col. Armstrong. win YOU kindly
open the carriage door? want to talk
with you a moment"
Without a word he wrenched the
handle and threw wide the door. Light
as bird she sprang to the ground, her
fingers just touching the extended
hand. Side by side they strolled away
across the sunlit lawn, he so strong,
virile, erect, she so lissome and grace
full. Full Of her purpose. yet fearful
that with delay might come rimidity,
she looked up in his face:
Col. Armstrong, l have heard only
to-day that Mr.. Gray is in really serious
danger. VIII you tell me-the truth
Just what Armstrong expected it
might he hard to say. The light that
had leapcG 30 his vye9 faded slowly and
his face lost something 90 the flush OF
robust health. There Was brief pause
before he spoke as though he wished
time to weigh his words
- fear Il i~ ,rue." lc erarely said.
Then in moments: Miss Lawrence.
VIII You not ta.e my arm ~ And lc
fe.t Eer iaua ucmule as She placed il