New-York tribune., 1908-03-22

a doctor sahib and medicine l tried to IN
lerstand; but it was hard to get at anything,
with fever raging IN ones BRAIN while the rhythmic
roll of the elephants pace as We lifted away
over half Wales seemed to blend with the fall of
those waves from very far away. Once reneTn-
Der asking how many couple of ST1pe We had Killed.
After that Mahadeo furtlvely brought out bottle
and gave me something fiery which seemed to do
me good though he muttered to himself that he
could but do his best his vas not the wisdom OF
Sri GaneSh
'You-you shouldn't say that to me, you,you
old fool" | murmured weakly. You should say
it YOU said to-to--t to GWynne sahlb,-GWynne
sahb who is going to be married tomorrow. Don't
YOU know: Such pretty girl such a very pretty
grl-such poor pretty girl,
don't know quite what | said. | am glad IN
deed not to be able remember. but | have
vague recollection of becoming triae maudlln,
and finally of pointing out amid a cloudke shadow
of trees that lay the far horizon the position or
Whereabouts, of GarthgWynnc. whittier the young
bride was be led the next evening.
NOV in all this as recount it from a blurred
~ fever stricken memory, allowance must be made
fOr illusion. | dom know If 1t really happenedi
i can only vouch for my belief that actually saw
and did these things. | think therefore. that
fell asleep always with that recurring tall OF dis
tant waves in my ear, until | woke suddenly to a
loud hilarious burst OF half-drunken laughter,
Stop him. HE, Gone away! Hello! Gwynne'
Pity the bride. If YOU don't 90 to bed, there be
no wedding day! Yocks. Poor devil wants to
escape the halter! He You there, best man.
You re bound to bring him up sober.
We were in the deep shadow of the famous cedar
trees and one look at the old house beyond the lawn
was enough for recognition, Yes. it was Plas
Cart hgWVnne favored of picture postcards, favored
of wild, wicked romance and legend 1t was all
blazing with lights; so, despite the waning OF the
moon. | could see, clustering at the door and dis
persed over the gravel sweep. the mad rush OF
GwVnne of GarthgWV Vnne last bachelor party as 1t
turnbled tpsV in chase of a reelng figure that came
straight toward across the lawn to lose itself IN
the opposite shadows.
And then a hard unfeminine voice dominated the
uproar: Leave him alone. YOU fools The night
air will sober him; and il it doesn there's no hurry
70 carry the breedi
Something of brutal truth behind the brutal
COarSeness of the remark fell like wet blanket over
the half-fuddled guests. Some of them
picked themselves up moodilY from the
gravel. others found stability from friends,
and 50 they drifted in unsteadily dominated
once more by that hard unfeminine.
Womanlv voice asserting that If he didn't
crawl back to burrOW i quarter of
hour, she'd send out the butler TO look for -
him xf
And hereinafter came quiet; while sAHs
by one the ghttering windows of the house ~
sank to darkness (k<,
And vet it was not 50 dark after all. ~ o.
surely! Or was there a curious halo of
light enanating from old Mahadeo S head:
4 halo which distorted him somehow. which piled
his low turban into high tiara and made his nose
show long long almost long as the elephant
faced God of Wisdom-n the Indian shrines-
A II, There he was, Gwynne of Garthgwynne
behind him q gray simmer of mere set thick with
lilies his legs Very wide apart. his watch in
his hand it had some electric appliance about it,
and fbe feeble light III rV- ard showed