Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-09-18
Short Story
Of the DAY
IN THE DAWN.
BY Ethel Bromley.

BY Ethel Bromley.
Lent and hot weather were ap-
preaching, and the gay Madras season
was drawing to a close. Their excel
lencies were "at home for the last
time, and the last government house
dance was in full swing, given chiefly
in honor of their serene highnesses
who had been doing" India in the
cold weather and were passing through
Madras on the eve of their return to
Germany
Standing near a pillar at the corner
OF the dais was a tall. handsome wo.
man who was talking to the military
secretary, and looking down at the
throng of dancers who filled the huge
hall. A couple whirled past them and
then stopped abruptly, for the spur OF
another dancer had caught in the
lady's flounce and was tearing it to
shreds.
THAT is your niece, l think said
the military secretary. Her partner
looks very distressed about It.
Yes, replied Mrs. Carew. Chris
Beckford cannot dance very well, and
is always getting Dulcie into trouble
when she dances with him. This cpl.
sode will be another little mark
against him. 1t was just the same
coming out in the steamer last Novem.
Der; Dulcie would rather have had
young Rodney Latimer for her partner
in all gymkhana and deck sports, but
Mr.. Beckford always managed to ask
first, and generally muddled his
events"
We'll, it is easy to see that Beck.
ford, the confirmed old bachelor, is
bowled over at last, and though it is
your niece, must say she will be a
lucky girl who wins dear old Chris
Beckford for husband, apart from
his being such prize in the mat1imo-
NAL market. Miss Forsyth is a hand
some girl, and / don't wonder at his
ipfatuation"
Mrs. Carew smiled. "Dulcie is too
statesque and cold in the estimation
Oh most people. Though she does
not show it, she really enjoys gaiety
and life thoroughly. We wonder how
she will like the quiet up-country sta
ton life with her uncle in Tanjapu-
ram. for she win find It great change
after these last three months ia Nj
dras. All the band has struck I'D
The Roast Beef of Old England so
we must join in the procession to sup
per"
When the ball was over and the Ca
rews end their niece were driving
home in small hours" Dulcie was
strangely silent, and the rhythmic trot
of the horses feet seemed to her to
maddeningly keep time to the waltz
tunes of the ball.
You are overtired. Dulcie," her
aunt remarked: you must really rest
today and will write to Mr.. Beckford
to excuse you from riding with him
this afternoon"
Il am not going to ride with him,
aCntie,' the girl replied in sad voice.
Il think | had better tell you and
tIncle George now that / have refused
Mr.. Beckford again"
Refused him again! What do you
mean?"
Il did net tell you, Aunt Nora. but
ne proposed to me en- board ship, and
apparently will not take mo- for an
answer"
We'll, dear child, you know your
own heart best, but you are very
%eung, however''-here Mrs. Carew
stopped abruptly. and silence reigned
until the house was reached.
When the husband ard wife reached
their rooms Nora Carew paused at her
dressing room door, rs she not fool
ish child, George? I think l know the
reason it is that young Rodney Lati-
mer, a mere boy Just entering the po-
lice. who cannot afford to get married
for years .
About a fortnight after Dulcie had
gene to her uncle, the district Judge at
Tanjapuram. George Carew came to
the breakfast table one morning wav-
ing the Gazette at his wife. who was
pouring out the coffee. What do YOU
think. Nora?" he said, as he sat down,
'Beckford is gazetted to act as col
lector of Tanjspuram, his special duty
III Madras being finished, as Darce
goes on Through Immediately"
Somebody has suggested that pro-
rinquity is the reason of so many
matches between people, whose &C
Gpaintances wonder what on earth
made them marry.
Perhaps it was through being brought
SO much in contact with the same per
son, week after week in the small sta