Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-22

doctor sahib and medicine tried to un-
derstand; but it 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 remem-
Der asking how many couple of snipe we had killed
After that Mahadeo furtvely brought out bottle
and gave something fiery which seemed to do
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 as you said to-to-to Gwynne sahib,-Gwynne
sahb who is going to be married tomorrow. Don't
YOU know? Such pretty girl-such very pretty
glrl-such poor pretty girl!
l don't know quite what | said / glad in
deed not to be able to remember; but l have
vague recollection of becoming trife maudlin,
and finally of pointing out amid cloudlike shadow
of trees that lay the far horizon. the position or
whereabouts, of Garthgwynne, whittier the young
bride to be led the next evening.
NOV in all this, as | recount it from blurred,
~ fever stricken memory, allowance must be made
for illusion, | don't know if it really happened;
and did these things think now, therefore, that
l fell asleep, always with that recurring fall of dis
tant waves in my ear, until l woke suddenly to a
loud hilarious burst of haf-drunken laughter
Stop him, HE, Gone away! Hello! CIV. nne.
Pity the BRIDE If you don't go to bed, there II be
no wedding day! Yoicks! 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
and one look at the old house beyond the lawn
enough for recognition. Yes it was Plas
Garthgwynne, 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
Gwynne of Garthgwynne's last bachelor party as it
tumbed tipsily in chase of reeing figure that came
straight toward across the lawn to lose itself IN
the opposite shadows
And then hard, unfeminine voice dominated the
uproar: Leave him alone YOU fools! The night
air oberh IF II hero mol
20 carry the breed!'
Something of brutal truth behind the brutal
coarseness of the remark fell like a wet blanket over
the half-fuddled guests Some of them
picked themselves up mOOd1ly from the
gravel others found stability from friends
and so they drfted in unsteadily, dominated
once more by that hard, uneminine,
womanly voice asserting that if he didn't
crawl back to burrow in quarter of
hour, she d send out the butler to look for -
him.
And hereinafter quiet; while one
by one the glittering windows of the house -
sank to darkness (SfSi
And vet it not dark after ALL W. =
surely. Or was there curious halo of
light emanating from old Mahadeo's head:
a halo which distorted him somehow which piled
his low turban into a high tiara and made his nose
show long-so long-almost as long the elephant
faced God of Wisdom-in the Indian shrines-
A H There he was! Gwynne of Garthgwvnne
standing on bit of open beyond the shadow;
behind him a gray simmer of mere, set thick with
water Ills ltSS very VICE apart his WatCn IN
his hand-it had some electric appliance about it,
and the feeble light streaming upward showed his
face full of hard. soul revealing lines What face!
the face of a devil let loose-set free from the
letters of conventional life
Two o'clock he muttered We'll. what's a
matter! Shupposin am drunk, she have to put
up. Gwynne Garthgwy nne-damn her!-my wife
mother of Gwynne's Garth
Forward, Sri Ganeshl" The order came soft
but swift, and we out of the shadows What
it out of the shadows also-out of the dim
shadows which shroud life in the beginning and the