The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1877-10-05

"By Jove, | will see who was in III,
parlor, my fair Isabel. | have an
idea il was Evarts clerk, young Brai'
nard. Curse himl / will 20 round
by the side of the house and look in
at the window"
In few minutes he stood looking in
at the lovers, and watching his rivals
happy face with bitter hatred.
He heard Charles Brainard's voice
saying;
"Just think, Isabel. the money ]
received today for Mr.. Evarts, is ex-
actly the amount Of the mortgage,
fifteen hundred dollars"
Then he heard Isabel say:
"Do not speak that way, Charles,
though know you mean nothing by
it, but even in jest / do not like it,
"Are you afraid, Isabel" her low
err asked, laughing. chat it is that
money I intend to pay the mortgage
with? Such nonsense. l have a thou
sand dollars saved. and ! can borrow
the other five hundred from James
Douglas. Did it enter your mind, my
rosebud, that / for a moment medita.
ted using money not my ownf'
"No." she answered, locking up in
his face, ~ know such n thought
were impossible with you. Do you
think, did not trust you fully, that ]
could love your
Isabel" he continued, IL must 60
to Irvington on Saturday, and / am
afraid I cannot return for almost a
week, but / will send your sather the
money from there, in time
At this instant Satan took posses
sion of the heart Of the watcher at
the window.
Monday morning came, and with it
the promised loan to Isa5ePs father,
and in the evening the mortgage was
paid.
The next day, to the surprise of Is
abel and her father, the first visitors at
the cottage were james Evarts and
Mr.. Delman.
"Was Charles Brainard here on
Tuesday," Mr.. Evarts asked.
Isabel's face grew pale. but why she
knew not.
He has not been here since last
Friday" her father answered.
Look here" said Mr.. Delman,
breaking in, "ihere Is funny work 60
ing on somewhere. Tell me this, did
the money you paid me come from
Charles Brainardy"
"Yes. yes Mr.. Milton answered.
"What of it,"
Because. said Mr.. Evarts, stern
ly, "it was mine"
"Yours! yours!" repeated Edward
Milton.
"Yes. Charles Brainard took it
out of the safe; no one but he had ac-
cess to it. These bills, given by you
to Harry Delman, are the ones stolen
from me. / had private mark on
them, and | can swear to them
Isabers face flushed.
do you mean," she said, THAT
Charles Brainard is thief"
That is il exactly. l would not
have believed it, but the money is
gone. Facts are facts"
ale is no thief" Isabel said, her
eyes glowing, as she turned to her ia
ther. "Tell me-" she said, do you
believe it,"
"No,' he answered, Il do not be-
lieve H."
The next day all Paramount knew
that Charles Brainard was arrested for
embezzlement.
Down in little cottage, a short dis
lance from Isabel Millions home, an
old woman, feeble and gray. sat at
the window, looking over the green
fields before her, and at little dis
lance from her stood young man.
He was rather a good-looking young
fellow, but with the marks Of dissipa.
ton on his face.
Suddenly the woman turned from
the window, and looking sorrowfully
on him. broke the silence which had
fallen between them.
81 knew you were bad boy. Har.
ry. but ! never knew you could sink
SO low in crime. When you were far
away, l have prayed for your return,
prayed that you might return, if still
reckless, at least free from crime. and
this is my reward"
The boyish face of her son softened.
"And another has prayed for you