The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1905-01-11
A TALE FROM INDIA.
By JAMES JOHNSTON.

| him that momentary. soul-revealing
glance was almost sufficient to obliter
ate once and for all the bitterness Of
the past
The spell was broken and Mrs. Muir
ray was heard saying:
20, there you are, Wlnifred. was
looking for you u minute ago"
Yes" replied a sweet, vibrating
voice, II was on the veranda."
And then the form of introduction
was gone through, which told Guy
Martyr that the woman with those
wondrous eyes and haunting face was
Mrs. Scott, whose husband, Railton
had told him, was at the front in South
Africa.
Later that evening, when Mrs. Scott
was at the piano playing accompanl-
ments for Una Murray's fine soprano,
Guy Martyr faced the position with
his usual dogged promptness and then
and there fought the sharp, decisive
battle between love and common sense.
in which the latter got sadly worsted.
"She shall never know, never guess
my feelings" he said to himself But
, 1 must-I shall enjoy as much of her
society as possible" and his face took
on that unbending look which caused
the natives to remark at times:
The Sahib Martyr is not to be ar
gued with"
Late one blazing afternoon Guy Mar
tyn sauntered into the club grounds,
| vrbara Tho lasf ma tob Of tba taunic sao
son was in full swing; it was to finish
up with a dance, so Una Martyr in
formed him, as he stopped for u mo-
ment to greet her.
"Such a pity, Winifred had too bad
a headache to come,' the girl went on.
Il left her in the side yeranda with
the blinds drawn down."
Ten minutes later saw Guy walking
round to side veranda of Or. Muir
rays bungalow. He turned the corner
of the bungalow with some hesitation.
but was rewarded with the sight of
partially drawn blinds, ana within,
seated in a low chair, Wlnfred Scott,
busily scribbllng letters on writing
board. She lifted her head at the
leaping into her eyes.
why, Mr.. Martyr. why is 1t you
are not doing duty at the club;" she
asked gayly, leaning back and looking
! up at him as he approached.
Il heard you had headache" he re-
sponded, rather lamely. "and l was
wondering If it were better"
/ L.
YOU" she smiled, "the headache is
nearly a thing Of the past, and I've just
been trying to make up for lost time"
glanclng at the half-written pages on
her lap. 1T Is mail day. tomorrow,
ana | must finish my African letter
tonight as we are going to ride early
in the morning, you know"
a change passed over his face as he
leaned against the shining white "chu-
nam' pillar Of the yeranda. looking
down at her, and it was with an effort
he remarked presently:
This must be time OF great anx-
iety to YOU Mrs. Scott The reports
from the front are not cheerful"
Winifred's face looked sad and visit
full as she answered.
Yes 1t is a terribly anxious time. O.
l don't know what would happen If
Jack were to fall"
II wonder you didn't 60 out to the
Cape with your husband" GU bllrted
out, almost roughly.
with my-husbandT Winifred
queried, blankly, sitting up and staring
at him.
Yes, why not?"
"But-Mr. Martyn-don't you know
is it possible that you imagine Jack is
. my husband?'
= 1t was Guys turn to stare in blank
amazement.
Isn't Major Scott your husband
Mrs. ScottF' he demanded, hoarsely.
[ Major Leslie Scott was my hus
band Winlfred replied, .leuy. "He
p was Major Jack Scott's elder brother
and-and he died three years ago, two
= years after our marriage Jack Scott
Is engaged to my sister,
: There was n long pause.
! MAY come into the verandai" Guy
, asked at length, in n low. tease voice.
, Winlfred looked up at his white, agl
tated face.
e "Yes, do come in," she said gently
I Bring that chair from The other enc
: of the veranda and sit here beside me.
a His brain in whirl at the sudden
: ness Of his surprising discovery, which
: might have been revealed to him week,
l before by the "Chatterbox' but foi
: those chance few words Of advic,
e anent scandal mongering. and com
pletely absorbed by the one idea, tha
' after all he was free to tell Winlfret
d Scott OF his love, Guy walked rapid,
9 to the further end Of the yeranda, ant
u laid eager hands on the CHAIR aha hal