The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-10-03
Clarence Gordon, the Artist
p BY CLAUDE q. DE BRULER.
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five years and one half after the night
upon which Clarence had SO. Suddenly
formed and carried into effect his re-
solve to leave New York and place the
broad Atlantic between himself. and
her he so fondly loved-a tall gentle
man, possessed wealth, as his attire
would indicate, might have been seen
to enter house of a not very prepos-
sessing appearance on : .gstreet.
'Ah, Mrs. Lyons" said he, smilingly
extending his hand to lady he met
in the hall. II see you do not recog-
nize me. Years have passed since /
last--Y Taf3 s3nsgk IEIsas3 :aaa
20, Mr.. Gordonl" fairly screamed
she, recognizing, where uain the
name of all that's wonderful did you
come, frpm9gwe all thought you were
drowned and lying at the bottom Of
the ocean this minute. II Poor Ella
Bufordia What would she say. Obi
Mr.. Gordon you 8ould not know her,
she's SO sad. She has not been her
own dear self since she Commenced
giving Music lessons--"sir-o ia
Music lessons? You don't mean
to tell me aaHToaa aaTs0s
Yes l do mean to ateliy you she's
giving music lessons-now!" exclaim-
ed that good lady, considerably frus-e
tratedat the ideaof having her hon
orable word doubted = y
Where is Ella now, Mrs. Lyon2'"'
asked Clarence, With aheffoft calming
himself. '------
. sBas dc6mnienced she, may be you
haven't heard about her father, he-r'''s
II doh't,want to hear that now ;Iteli
me where Ella isr' -no2
> Yna see, soon after you left for
"Never mind that; I command you
to- answer my ddestio1p' thundered
Clarence, now loosing all patience, 70 Q
Dear melYlwhimpered Mrs. Lyon,
you men are all alike; my husband
when he was alive ~
1.-THE d--l take your husbandl-I
see there is no hope of learning any
thing from you,"' said Clarence in de-
spare pat .snocsfffaa " .osEJ ,ss
J. : We'll, if you'd only letlme. alone 1
would tell you, but you keep inter-
rupting me and i can't. Oh, I for
got" correcting herself, as she saw
Clarence was about to interrupt her.
you We got me in such a furry 1 don t
know what I am talking about"
5 mo body else. ''eoaavba asaa
ALL furtherconversation was broken
off blythe sudden entranceEof beau
tiful young lady .o,. '''A
J l"Oh, Mrs. Lyonl' exclaimed she,
coloring, excuse me for interrupting
you L was not aware there was a
stranger in the house"
Nor is thereI Ella don't you know
smeg' exclaimed Clarence as he bound
ed forward and clasped her to his
breast. r.,
What Can it indeed be you,
Clarence?''' sobbed she. 81
Yes. darling; 1 have at last re-
turned egf... o. ,4as6
81 20, Clarence, it is hard to realize
that you are indeed'here.4 1t all seems
like a bright dream, and I am in mo-
mentary dread Of waking. But where
have you been during all these long,
bitter years?' a74 le ~.
II have been 2 in many places,
wandering about, trying to forget
the bitter past, and see one ray of
hope for the future. But, OIL Ella
how could I exist without you? My
every thought was ofyou, lostito me
as I believed you, said he, exhibiting
much emotion. But, continued he,
becoming calmer, "can not we find
some more secluded spot wherein to
talk? I wish to hear all that has oc-
Cured during the five years of my
zabsences - - > - n XEA%
! ,iNearlysix years. fop Eve gotit put
down in my book and there can be no
mistake, put in Mrs. Lyon. q an
well, we will not quarrel about the
time now, Mrs. Lyon said Clarence.
gailya as. he followed Ella into the
drawing ROOM -. sossse a- % .o--A
II always said it would turn out this
way" muttered Mrs. Lyon as she
walked away fsh Zss
ssNow do rl;nUv said C1aronco whom