The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1876-11-01

a girl. and her voice had soft pathos in its
depths than would have stirred even a colder
heart than that which beat in the breast OF
the young man who fingered at her side. or
Joined his voice TO hers. When she was too
weary to sing, and the family gathered in
the pleasant sitting room, Guy would read
u them, choosing themes that would give
him an opportunity to study the
girlish face, that, try as he
would to blot away from his mind,
was ever before him lie made her the re-
cipient of his many attentions and step by
step led her along the path that her feet had
never troddeE, the way that leads among
tlowers-aye, and thorns toto love and con-
iidence She listened for his voice when she
entered the house. and his farewell was the
last when she went to her pupils, until she
was miserable when either was missing.
After a while. as If by chance he met her on
her daily walks and would stroll with her,
talking of his far away home, his longing
for the society of his sister, and at last by
words of sympathy drawing her ON 10 talk
of herself. She was young and dreary, her
heart ached for the mother love that was
gone, and she turned To those who were
tender and kind 10 her, as naturally as the
''flower of the sun to her god. She had
never had brother, her father was dead,
she knew she could trust Guy Barnard inn
plicitly. aud without one thought of danger
sweet. She was gradually developing, in
this new atmosphere of contentment and
kindly care, into a unprecedented maiden.
The pallor that sorrow had spread over her
face was flushing with pleasure, and hope
lit the sparkling eyes, and made a glad re-
frain to every song that parted the full lips.
She was very happy with the JOY that comes
but once to every heart Unconsciously
she was living q new life. and that 50 utterly
dependent upon another that TO unclasp
the tendrils of her love would be to fall
crushed and suffering. She was too pure,
too innocent to seek in affected Indifference
TO hide her happiness. She enjoyed the at
tentions of Mr.. Barnard and returned his
friendship with womanly kindness. And
newell, no one can read a mans heart.
you are not going to ride this afternoon,
are you. Ada? Well, would like to take
Myra Will YOU see her for me?' And the
sister. sure that they would come back ZEN
gagged, ran to Myra's room adding much in
praise of her brother as she repeated his re-
quest: Look your sweetest, Myra darling,
and remember that / love you next yes
equal to Guy, and with a kiss on the cheeks
that famed scarlet, she left her. The mirror
gave back the pretty picture it framed-the
face of young girl dreaming her dreams of
love. She had never even acknowledged to
herself that She loved Guy Barnard, but true
love needs no telling; its truth may be
unknown, its growth secret, but when
word, glance breathes its name, il
answers full and free. If he should
only bend and kiss the tempting lips.
should hold the white hand with a lovers
clasp, should speak her name more tenderly
than his won't, she would recognize at his
bidding The lord of her heart and soul.
There had been no words Of pleading, he had
never asked her confidence, but by thou
sand ways he had taught her to trust him in
all things. Did ever true love run more
smoothly? No one 10 say nay to the wooing
and the wedding of these two so full of life
and joy Just ON the threshold of life. He
had wealth enough to lift her above
labor, and she, with her delicate tastes
and fancies would make his
home one of those retreats where men lose
the tarnish of the world and are strength
ened for their duties.
With his hand on the half opened door,
Guy Barnard stood a moment in deep
thought, and then re-entered his room. His
face was darkened as if by unpleasant MEM
cries, and his lips frightened over the close
shut teeth. Throwing himself in the easy
chair by the window, he drew from his
pocket velvet case and looked long at the
pictured face within. curl of dark brown
hair fell from between the lids, and like
creature of life, twined its loosened folds
about his hand. 1t was a woman's hair, and
he looked on a wOman's face.
ITO be contlnued