The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1909-03-12


ford place with the news. The morn
ing was fresh and invigorating, with
just a suspicion of autumnal sharp
ness in the clear atmosphere. Never
had London appeared so fair to Lena; !;
never had the world appeared so
bright. The very drudges dusting
the steps and black-leading the
scrapers were not ordinary house
maids that morning. For them even
life seemed to have it's pleasures, its
joys, and it's consolation. The dust
they caused to fly from overworked
door mats actually scintillated with
gold.
The patient hanson cab horse,
with his fioping, nerveless ears, was
worthy of all human sympathy-the
very ordinary hanson flew through
the rosy air with the speed Of the
sungod's chariot.
Mrs Mistley was standing with her
back to the window, the Times in
her hand, when Lena entered the
room. The remains Of breakfast up
on the table showed that Charley
had already left the house. Mrs
Mistley turned her graceful white
head somewhat sharply towa-l the
door when the servant G. -aned it. Tor
a moment she looked at Lena wit
a sudden -gleam of emotion in her
calm grey eyes; then she laid aside
the newspaper and advanced toward
her.
"You have news," she said in her
pretty, tainted English. LENA, you
have news. I can see it in your eyes.
"Yes," she replied. 81 have news.
Papa has sent me to say that Win
yard is all right. He is in Vienna.
Here is copy of the telegram.
Mrs. Mistley received the news
cheerfully. She evinced no surprise,
and was by no means demonstrative
in her joy; in fact, it was hard to re-
alize that she had c7er felt mo-
ment's anxiety. Lev o--ressed some
surprise that WI -: 10 Id haze
telegraphed to her father instead of
his own mother; but Mrs. Mistley
thought nothing of it, explaining that
Win knew her wandering ways.
Charlie is out, she added, buy
ing a saddle or something. He has
also gone to see the doctor to show
his arm, which is as strong as the
other now. 1 will leave a note for
him in case he should come in when
1 am out"
An hour after the receipt of Win
yards telegram Colonel Wright was
at Charing Cross Station. Shortly
before the departure Of his train Mrs.
Mistley and Lena arrived, accom-
panied by Adonis, who had quite as
sumed the repose of manner charac-
terizing town dog.
It was arranged that if VINEYARD
was seriously i'll he should be taken
to Seymour street, which was quiet
and more convenient for an invalid
than Bedford Place. After a few
could easily be accomplished.
All this was rapidly settled, a7i
there was still three or four minutes
to spare. They proceeded to walk
up and down the broad platform
somewhat restlessly amid the restless
throng. To Colonel Wright this COM
Portable journey was nothing; he had
secured good seat, and there was
no crowd, yet he was not at his ease.
He felt compelled to break the si-
IL, ioh in it1v hIy
III cans irksome to the ladies.
There are," he hazarded, many
different, sorts of courage. There is
that of the soldier, which is emotion
al and strongly dependent on emula-
ton; there is that of the sailor, which
is perhaps of a higher order, though
it is purely defensive; he repels dan
gers and fights for his life. But
highest of all there is the courage
that needs no emulation, asks for
none to share it's dangers, faces soil
tude and continuous risk with steady
Surely this is the no.
blest courage
They turned and walked toward
the engine again, Adonis meekly fol-
lowing with his left ear slightly ele
waited and his face expressive OF dig
nifed attention, for he loved the
sound of the colonels voice.
"Ah!" continued the old soldier,
with glance do"nWard at the silent
women on elthef slde OF hlm' ootn
trlm anu straish' anu siaclous'
though one heau was cldu III sou
dry Whlte mar ana there is tne
WonderIul courage VI women WY
stay Dehlho anu "alV' ouC thaI IS ull-
ferent. l thlnk II comes 10 them ol-
rect from heaven.
When CharleS MlSIley caiieo a'
G2ym15r St''7A1 i>..' III tie morning.
he Was told that Cu.o15l NTiGhS Eaa
suddenly left home, but that the IaaieS
-weTe il.
The first person that ne sa" Oh