A British Islander | Page 2

Markley had a fearfully depressed look. He was so down in the
mouth that the sentinels noticed it. I saw the one in front of the western
block-house stick his tongue in his cheek and wink at one pacing below.
We heard afterwards that Captain Markley had been out alone to
inspect target-ranges in the pine woods, and almost ran against Juliana
Gunning and Dr. McCurdy sitting on a log. Before he could get out of
the way he overheard the loudest proposal ever made on Mackinac. It
used to be told about in mess, though how it got out Captain Markley
said he did not know, unless they heard it at the fort.
"I have brought you out here," the doctor shouted to Juliana, as loud as
a cow lowing, "to tell you that I love you! I want you to be my wife!"

She behaved as if she didn't hear--I think that minx often had fun with
her deafness--and inclined her head to one side.
So he said it all over again.
"I have brought you to this secluded spot to tell you that I love you! I
want you to be my wife!"
It was like a steamer bellowing on the strait. Then Juliana threw her
scarf over her face, and Captain Markley broke away through the
bushes.
Mrs. Gunning never said a word to me about either of the suitors. It
wasn't because she didn't talk, for she was a great talker. We had to
postpone a card-party one evening, on account of the continuous flow
of Mrs. Gunning's conversation, which never ceased until it was time
for refreshments, there being not a moment's pause for the tables to be
set out.
[Illustration: Startled to see her rush down at Captain Markley 176]
I was startled to see her rush down at Captain Markley, brandishing her
parasol as if she were going to knock him down. I thought if she had
any preference it would be for an army man; for you know an army
woman's contempt of civilian money and position. Army women
continually want to be moving on; and they hate bothering with
household stuff, such as we prize.
Captain Markley did look poor-spirited, drooping against the sally-port,
for a man who in his uniform was the most conspicuous figure to
Mackinac girls in a ball-room. Maybe if he had been courting anything
but a statue he might have made a better figure at it. Juliana was worse
than a statue, though; for she could float through a thousand graceful
poses, and drive a man crazy with her eyes. He wasn't the lover to go
out in the woods and shoot a proposal as loud as a cannon at a girl; and
it seems he couldn't get any satisfaction from her by writing notes.
Mrs. Gunning was drawing off her gloves as she marched at him with

her parasol, and I remember how her emeralds and diamonds flashed in
the sun--old heirlooms. I never saw another woman who had so many
precious stones. She was tall, with that robust English quality that
sometimes goes with slenderness. She and Juliana were not a bit alike.
When she walked, her feet came down pat. I pitied Captain Markley.
By leaning over the carriage I could see him give a start as Mrs.
Gunning pounced at him.
"It's a fine day after the storm, Captain Markley," says she; and he
lifted his cap and said it was.
Then she made a rush that I thought would drive him down the cliff,
and whirled her parasol around his head like sword-play, talking about
the havoc of the storm. She rippled him from head to foot and poked at
his eyes, and jabbed him, to show how lightning struck the rocks,
Captain Markley all the time moving back and dodging; and to save my
life I couldn't help laughing, though the sentinels above him saw it.
They were pretty well used to her, and rolled their quids in their cheeks,
and winked at one another.
When she had all but thrown him down-hill, she stuck the ferrule right
under his nose and shook it, and says she: "Yet it is now as fine a day
as if no such convulsion had ever threatened the island. It is often so in
this world."
He couldn't deny that, miserable as he looked. And I thought she would
let him alone and come and say good-day to me. But no, indeed! She
took him by the arm. Soldiers off duty were lounging on the benches,
and Captain Markley wouldn't let them see him haled like a prisoner.
He marched square-shouldered and erect; and Mrs. Gunning says to me
as they reached the carriage:
"The captain will help you down if you will come with