The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1903-06-06


CHAPTER 1.
Don Gordon came out of the mess
room of the regiment at Rawal Pindl
and, vaulting the horse his native serv-
ant held in readiness for him, took his
way through the balmy Indian spring
evening toward the pretty bungalow OF
Capt. Derwent of the Gordon High
landers.
Don's pale cheek was flushed, and he
carried his slim young figure, in Its
Kharki uniform, with more of Its old
majestic swagger than had character
lied it for many weeks, for he had been
twice in hospital since he had volun-
teered from home for active service on
the frontier with the first battalion OF
the Sherwood Foresters.
He had only now just recovered from
a severe gunshot wound from an
Afridi rife, received whilst leading a
score of his brave Derbyshire company
on foraging expedition.
But the exhilaration Of hope more
than of renewed health was account
able for his springing step and the
light in his large brown eyes.
The British mail had brought him
letter from his cousin Roddy, which
afforded him much satisfaction, for it
contained the announcement of Rod
dy's engagement to Don's sister, Diana,
thereby setting at rest forever a lurk-
ing fear in Don's heart that Roddy's
thoughts were centered on Capt. Der
vents fair daughter, Lille.
The white Lily" she was not in
aptly called in the cantonment whittier
she had accompanied her father from
Aldershot some months gone by.
Don rode at a brisk canter through
the lines toward the green compound,
where teak and peupul trees rose dark
ly against the clear blue sky, and the
red firefies flashed in and out among
the slender shafts of the graceful bam-
boos
But in the minds eye of the soldier
1t was another scene which suddenly
rose before him.
He seemed to see beloved and love-
ly landscape in fair Aberdeenshire. He
heard the murmur of river and the
song of thrushes from the privet hedge
rows. He looked upon the lordly Scot
fish home of Gadie Ha', to which he
had grown up from infancy to believe
himself the heir, and his grip on his
mares rein frightened, and the still I'M
conquered bitterness of fierce disap-
pointment swept his heart anew.
His mothers deathbed confession
had proved his foster brother, Roddy,
to be the heir; but it was not against
Roddy that Don felt any personal
grievance-Roddy, one of the gay Cor
don Highlanders with whom he had
fought side by side through the recent
campaign of the Tirah field force, and
who had heroically saved Don's life in
the deadly thick of battle.
No; it was against the cruelty of
circumstances which had robbed him
at one fell blow of rank and wealth
and that natural case so dear to his in
most soul.
For king Don," as his brother Off
GERS jokingly termed him. was born to
rule with high-handed self-righteous-
ness, and to his proud spirit disinher-
itance had well-nigh been more bitter
than death. His uncle, the present
Laird Of Gadie, might still allow him
ample means out of the Gadie reve-
nues; but to Don it were small COM
pensation for his forfeited rights of
heirship.
He might yet succeed in winning the
peerless, heiress, Lille Derwent. fol
his bride; but as Don knew in his Sc
cret heart, it was only when Lille Der.
went had unexpectedly become an heir.
ess his thoughts had ever turned tt
her with anything akin to love, an6
once already he had we'll merited he1
rejection of his proposal.
Alas! and alas! for it was loves
acutest suffering alone was to prove
to Don at last
Not to understand a treasures worth
TILL time has stolen away the slightes
good,
Is cause for half the poverty we feel,
And makes world the wilderness it is
AS Don neared his destination hi
lOuc LII "dlu ulOIS SlOWly, lot ne WAX
now conscious of little quickening O
his pulse.
In the circle Of home society, an al
ready disappointed man would scarcel,
return to his fair one, like moth to
candle, after lapse of months: Blu
circumstanced as he and Lille were
now cast for the time being togethe
in foreign land, matters seemed YER
different.
Capt. Derwent was absent with tn
field force; Lille was alone in
strange country, at present sharing he
bungalow with the young widow an
baby boy of an officer recently kille
on the front, and to whom Lille
heart had gone out in deepest sym
pathy.
Don was subtly conscious that tn
Lille Derwent Of to-day was yer
different Lille from the coquette VIII
had toyed in the past with his Cousi
Roddy's boyish love, or even the Lilli
who haderepudiated his own offer {