Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1909-03-11

Colonel Wright. with fierce look in
his eyes as he swallowed a hasty
breakfast. Can 60 to him? That
is like Mistley. As II the fellow did
not know-as II he didn't know!
And yet he puts it like that; 1t is
Mistley all through. You cannot tell
whether the fellow means to be
funny or pathetic, and somehow 1t is
both"
Mrs. Wright made no reply. She
merely laughed a low, gentle laugh.
and behind the friendly covert Of a
large fern which stood upon the
table, a tear fell unseen upon piece
OF fried bacon.
Presently Lena drove of to Bed
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 its pleasures. its
Joys, and its consolation. The dust
they caused to fly from overworked
door mats actually scintillated with
gold.
The patient hanson cab horse,
with his floping. nerveless ears, was
worthy OF all human sympathy-the
very ordinary hanson few 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 toward the
door when the servant opened 1t. For
a moment she looked at Lena with
q sudden CLEAN 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. 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 a 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. 1t was hard to re-
alize that she had t7er felt a mo-
ment's anxiety. Lena expressed some
surprise that Vineyard should have
telegraphed to her father instead Of
his own mother; but Mrs. Mistley
thought nothing Of 1t. 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 shoH
his arm, which ia as strong as the
other now. will leave note for
him in case he should come in when
l 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-
terlzing a town dog.
1t was arranged that If Winyard
was seriously i'll he should be taken
to Seymour street. which gas quiet
and more convenient for an invalid
than Bedford Place. After a few
days rest the move to Broomhaugh
could easily be accomplished.
All this was rapidly settled. AZ /
there was stili three or four minutes
to spare. They proceeded to walk
up and down the broad platform
somewhat restlessly amid the restless
throng. 70 Colonel Wright this COM
Portable journey was nothing: he had
secured q good seat. and there was
, no crowd. yet he was not at his ease.
He felt compelled to break the ST.
lence, which was in reality by no
means 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 its dangers, faces soli-
tude and continuous risk with steady
| intrepidity. Surely this is the no
blest courage"
They turned and walked toward
the engine again, Adonis meekly fol-
lowing with his left ear slightly els-
waited and his face expressive Of dig
nifled attention, for he loved the
sound of the colonel's voice.
"Ah!" continued the old soldier,
with a glance downward at the silent
women on either side of him, both
trim and straight and gracious.
though one head was clad in soft.
dry white hair-"and there Is the
wonderful courage of women who
stay behind and wait: but that is diff
ferent. think 1t comes to them d.
rect from heaven"
When Charles Mistley called at