Christian life -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Love stories
"This is not a very interesting letter, but it will at least let you
know that we think of you and talk of you, and look forward to your
letters. I am always going to sign myself—
"Your fellow builder,
"SIDNEY URQUHART."
Sidney put her pen down when she had signed her name with a little sigh.
"Oh, how tied a woman is!" she exclaimed. "How she has to keep back
all natural expressions of pleasure in what a friend does and says. My
heart is too full of his heroism to trust my pen. It would run away
with me. I feel I would like to see him. Letters are so stiff, so
unsatisfying."
Then she relapsed into dreams—dreams which she had long thought dead,
but which kept her wrapped in sweet oblivion of time and surroundings
and brought a light to her eyes and a flush upon her cheeks. When she
roused herself at last, she laughed at herself.
"I ought to know better than to waste my time in such silliness."
And she went downstairs and occupied herself with so many household
duties that further dreams were impossible.
The papers for the next few days brought no fresh news except that the
British had a complete victory over the rebels, with fifteen dead and
thirty wounded. Then one day the names of the wounded were given, and
amongst them was Randolph Neville, "slightly wounded in the shoulder."
A letter arrived from him later. It was as follows:
"DEAR MISS URQUHART,
"I am enjoying a lull after a storm. I don't know how much you may
have seen in the papers from the telegrams sent, but we've been having
rather a busy time here. I know I am an unknown quantity, but I suppose
I have a better opinion of my powers in dealing with these natives
than have my superiors, and I honestly think you would have heard
nothing about us, if I had been left alone. However, there was a slight
disturbance over the ejection of a scamp, and troops came rushing down;
and then we had a bit of a shindy, as one of the hill tribes joined in.
Now we are quiet again, and I have to nurse my right shoulder, which
received a bullet at rather too close quarters to be pleasant. Young
Lockhart quite distinguished himself. He will get promotion soon, if I
have any influence at headquarters.
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