Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1862-04-28
DEPAKTUREs.
An Every Day Tragedy.

The stormy December night was closing
darkly over the city, and the rapidly descend
ing snow seemed to fill the air with wilder
ness of wIirling white plumes.,
But Mrs. Trevor's boudoir, with its luxu-
rious appointment and cheerful fire, seemed
almost ike bit of summer light and warmth
in the midst of this dreary December twilight.
Ellen Hope, the pale young seamstress, had
just folded up the costly satin dress on which
she had been working all day, and was put
ting on her velvet brown bonnet to depart,
when Mrs. Trevor herself swept in.
"Whati going already, my child? Be sure
and come early tomorrow morning, for | am
in great hurry about that dress
sYes, ma'am," said Ellen, still lingering,
however, as if she expected something more.
But Mrs Trevor went on tossing over the
triHes on the centre-table, as if in eager
search for some missing toy, and after a min
ute's hesitation, she added:
IF you please, maam, / am in great hur-
nv this evening-would it be convenient for
you to pay me for the days work now?"
mot tonight, childw said Mrs. Trevor,
turning sharply round; "you act as though
you imagined was going TO cheat you out of
your wages! Perhaps l may give it to you
tomorrow, but don't annoy me nowr'
An expression of keen disappointment
came over the girls face, but she turned away
and left the room without a word, while Mrs.
Trevor continued her hurried search, throw
ing the cleaning jewels and costly alabaster
ornaments hither and thither with reckless
haste.
Apparently the investigation was vain, for
at length she sprang hurriedly towards the
door, as if to call Ellen and then, remember
ing that the girl had been gone some time
she stopped, and stood two or three minutes
In deep thought.
/ Mr.. Trevor was sitting before the drawing
room fire, red silk handkerchief thrown
over his bald head, and his slippered feet
poised on the fender, In blissful enjoyment OF
the evening paper. On the inlaid table be-
side him. stood a cut-glass decanter containing
dark red wine, and in one hand he held a
tiny engraved goblet, half full of the same
ROSY liquid In short, Mr.. Trevor was taking
solid comfort after the "iitful fever" of day
In Wall street.
well, my dear" said the gentleman, lazily
as his better half's footstep crossed the thres-
hold, but as he glanced up and caught the pc
cular expression of her countenance, he sci
down the unfinished draught, exciaiming:
My diamond ring. Cbarles-the solitaire
diamond, YOU know"
What of it?"
"It is gone-stolen-and have too much
reason to think that Ellen Hope has taken it.
Nonsense, my dear" said Trevor, who had
risen and begun to pace up and down the
room. " | would as soon suspect yourself OF
such a thing Why, Ellen is innocence and
purity itSeltF'
so / always thought-so | should have
Said,' answered Mrs. Trevor; but the dia.
mond ring lay on the table in my boudoir thi:
morning; two of the servants saw 1t there alSC
and now it is gone. Ellen Is the only per
son beside myself who has entered the room
since. and | observed that she was unusually
perturbed when she went away. Charles,
am sure that she has taken it,
Trevor walked up and down the apartment
with hurried, angry footsteps-his wife leaned
against the mantle, patting her tiny satin slip
per on the floor. and awaiting his final deci
sion.
Il am sorrv for Ellen-very sorry," he saiC
at length. with a fevered flush on his balC
forehead: but that ring was worth a thousanc
dollars Search the premises thoroughly one,
more-and il the trinket Is not found"
"Well:"
), Il will notify the police at oncer'
a hi.f Mrs. Trevor? am suspected o
stealing
Ellen Hope turned as white as ashes. as sh,
stood with clasPed hands and dilated ewes il
the narrow little room where she dwelt.
was small. but very. very neat with its tin,
white bed, and the muslin curtain loope,
away from IT, one easement
..Gentlemen," said Mrs. Trevor, turning {.
the poice-oficers, "proceed with your search
and in case il is fruitleSs, let the law take il
course. Come, Charles
She took her husbands arm and glide,
calmly from the room, needless of the vii,
burst of sobs that broke from the wounde,
depths OF the Young girls heart.
Sarah don't really think she took th'