Daily camera., 1901-07-30
THE DAILY CAMERA.
tconv,,ph,. 1906. by r, Tennyson Neely1

! coct suitable forms of compliment ant
congratu.ation. The reception which
followed the ceremony, however was
on such a scale Of magnificencc as Il
leave little room for doubt that the Mel
lens had long been preparing for the
event. The business relations existing
| for decade between Uncle Me!ien and
John McLane were well understood
Indeed the match was declared to be ot
Uncle Mellen's making, ard the whols
transaction was openly referred to by
younger club men as most Mcllenchol
ly affair Charlotte Parry went on from
Chicago to attend it, but Ned, her de.
voted lord, pleading very pressing pro
fessional engagements, positively re.
fused to go. He wrote n letter to Uncle
Mcllen about that time, however, which
gave other reasons for his non-atteHd
ance, aud to which the recipient, after
several attempts, found it impossible tc
reply. Mrs. Parry hastened back &c
Chicago Immediately after the recep'
tion, and from that day neither she nor
her husband set foot within the Mellens
doors. Aunt Charlotte declared the
conduct of her niece most undutful
ungrateful, unaccoun,able, but her hus.
band said nothing.
The bride was vision of girlish beau.
ty that bright June wedding day, and
McLane was as handsome and we'll
preserved a fellow of IS as even New
York could show. He was evidently
deeply in love and immeasurably proud
and happy. As for the lady, she looked
to the full as joyous and radiant as any
lover lord could ask. and her manner
toward McLane, much more than twice
her years"-nearly three times, in fact
was sweet, shy, appealing, and trust
ing, all in one. Many women in society,
old and young, envied her. and every
body appropriately congratulated him
and wished her joy. Macs plan for the
honeymoon included a yachting tour
through the Scottish isles and so on to
North Cape, but Fan surprised him,
She had seen so much Of Europe. she
said. and so little of their own country.
Cou!Jn't they 60 to Chicago for the
worlds fair, and then to Niagara and
down the ST. Lawrence, and thrOuch
the White mountains and,the Catski!ls? ?
So this they did. coming back to Gotham
for round of receptions and social
gaysties in the late autumn, then going
to Florida and thence to New Orleans
for the Mardi Gras, and then Fan
begged TO be taken 10 Coronado and
Monterey. She longed, she said, to see
Southern California, and the Sunset
Route" bore them within three miles
of old Fort Sedgwick on their westward
way.
The Graftons were still at West Point.
There was only one officer at the post
whom she knew. and none who were
known TO her husband. II was five
o'clock of soft, sunshiny February
afternoon, one of those matchleSs days
for which the valley of the Rio Bravo
is famous. McLane was playing dun
my" in the smoking-room. The yOUng =
wife was yawning over a book. She
was 4t'flhEf ~ AIlAANA bA Wv ls' ih'a RaiA \
bored. but somewhat dusty and di.
sheveled, and she was conscious of the
fact, which made her look still worse.
She was remarking how baked and dry
and dreary and monotonous was the
landscape, and wondering where they
were and what was the name of those
far-away blue mountains under the
fiery path of the sun-geographyw was
not one OF her strong points-when the
train slackcned speed and rolled slowly
into a station that seemed mote popu-
lous than any recently passed. and there
stood another train, almost the coun.
terpart of their own, and on the station
platform OF what was evidently n con-
Meeting road were groups Of swarthy,
cigarette-smoking Mexicans, a few
stolid. silent Indians. and thcn-was
it possible? - stylishly, fashionably-
dressed women, and officers in riding
garb, and there at the platform stood
waiting ambulances and oricTlies with
led horses, and the sound of merry chat
and laughter came floating in at the
open window, and people occupying sec
tions on the left side of the Pullman
crossed over to her side and gazed with
all their eyes. What's the name OF this
station?" some one asked the porter.
Santa Fe Junction" was the answer.
"Yawnduh's Foht Scdgwick, three miles
out there on the mesa
Fanny McLane's heart gave sudden
jump. The train, which had stopped