The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-01-21
GRANVILLE, Y. c.
THE STORY OF A DOUBLE WIN.
BY SYDNEY NEWTON.

Many people find fault with George
: Granville for making SO much of his STEP
son Jack-cail it unflial and unnatural
that he loves Jack more than he does
his own boys and girl, and so on.
If they knew why he adores Jack so.
all those of them who use their hearts
for loving people with, as we'll as for
pumping their vital fluid through their
bodies, would quite understand and for
sgive
Granville and Jacks mother began to
be friends-and something more-when
she was eighteen and ne twenty-five.
She was the daughter of old Brab, 9TH
erwise Col. Frederic Augustus Napoleon
Brabazon, of the Thirty-fifth hussars-
Grasville's second regiment. 1t was
genuine case of love at first sight with
both of them. From few days after
they first met until when, three years
later, he and some of the others were
packed off to India, Granville tried twice
a week, regularly, to ask Belle to marry
him. She-so she told him some years
abbreviated, impatiently, for him TO do
It. But he didn't. Granville had plenty
TO say for himself as a rule. It's good
talk, too; the men often told him so,
though he didn't believe them. He never
did, and never will, believe that anything
he says or does is worth remembering
He and Belle Brabazon got on all right
so long as they kept to ordinary topics
He could chatter away to her. as easily
as to anyone else, on the weather, or
plays, CT pictures, or dogs. But, queerly
enough, directly he approached the sub
ject of love or marriage, his mouth got
dry.
Now Granville, being Irish by birth, Is
more than little superstitious. Conse-
quently when Pinsent, junior sub, took
to haunting old Brab's house, Granville
: took to keeping away from it.
Belle seemed rather to like the new
arrangement. She smiled on Pinsent, and
laughed as much as ever; so Granville
decided that Fate, whom he had been
abusing, was rather a kind sort of per-
son, after all, and had prevented him
making a fool of himself.
When, six months later-he was in In,
dia by that time-he received a letter
from one of the men at the old station
saying that Belle was to be married to
Pinsent Immediately, he shut himself UP
in his bedroom for whole day-as much
as a man can shut himself up in an
Indian house-and went about in tined
way for a month afterwards.
About year and a half after that,
one of those little frontier wars that les
sen Britannia's army and do not increase
her territory broke out, and the rest of
the regiment were sent out from England
to reinforce the lot Granville was with.
Old Brab did not come with them-he
had smashed his knee against a gate
through not believeing that he was too.
old to hunt. ~PinSent came, but he left
Belle behind-there was nothing remark
able In this, as Jacks months were, at
that time, very few.
According to the lady novelist, Gran
Vile should have scowled at Pinsent and
avoided him, instead of being very civil
to him. He envied him desperately, but
he could not see why he should be angry
with him because he had been fortunate
enough to win the woman he, Granville,
: wanted. The fact that Pinsent belonged
to Belle, and that she, presumably, loved
him, was, to the man who loved her,
quite sufficient reason for doing all he
could for him. He presented him with
half his last box of SardineS; and even
let him help himself to his cigarettes,
though his stock was very low, and he
hadn't the faintest idea when he would
be able to get more.
Shortly after Pinsent's arrival at Gil
gal the first serious brush occurred. The
rebelliouS hill tribe that had hitherto
amused itself with attacking inoffensive
friendlies waXed bolder and took to snip
ing around the camp. The colonel, who
was lazy man, and given to putting
his own comfort first and his country's
glory second, took the loss OF few SEN
tries calmly; but when some of the enc
4,.1f~c
5. and, after a few minutes ended the
earthly career of the colonel's own ser
vant, that soldier of the queen lost his
temper as well as his man, shook his fist
at the small fort perched on the top of
conical hill mile away, and ordered
his men to form up and attack it at
once.
Half an hour later, khaki-clad lads who
had passed their days lying in the. shade
OF the scanty thorn bushes, perspiring
and swearing at the climate equally free
~ promptly forgot whether the Their
mometer was 100 or 40 degrees in the
shade, and swung along over the baking
plain as brisI1ly as though they were in a
cool, green Devonshire lane. For when
mans blood is hot within him he takes
no heed of the heat of the sun.
They neared the hill. They broke into
run, for little splits of flame flashed out
here and there, on the mud walls of the
belt of thorn bushes that tore their
clothes and hands and faces, streaking
them with blood. They scrambled and
claNved their way among the loose stones
as the ground began to rise. The little
spits of flame grew thicker until the hill
top was Wreathed with white smoke as
i with the mist of an autumn morning.
and stood out white against the blue.
And here and there d man ceased mis-
upward movement threw up his arms
and fell; and from him, slowly down
wards, crept a stain red as the peoples
III the cornfields he would never see
again.
''Come back, you fools? roared the
colonel. Granville, what do you mean
by letting them go up a place as steep
as a church spire? Get 'em back! Take
'em up the other side, along the ridge"
Granville was muttering reply to the
effect that you can't get men to march in
review order when their blood is up, but
he stopped suddenly with a cry of my
God! it's Pinsent.' He gripped the colo
neIs arm, and pointed with shaking
hand to where, within few feet of the
black faces that grinned over the low
wall, man was feebly struggling to rise
unaided. For discipline had triumphed
and save for that one, the hill had nc
moving figures on 1t now. He drew il
his breath with a hiss. They'll knife
him--the brutes. We must advance-hert
now"
mo" The colonel raped out the wore
like a pistol shot.
Granville looked at. him for one instan
with unutterable scorn IN his eyes; The
next he was scrambling in a bee line VI
the hill-alone