The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-11-06

Helen often crossed the IerrleS, Dut not just
at the hour he did, and hence no meeting.
To say that she had daily occupied his
thoughts would not express the yividness
with which he remembered her. He looked
forward to his trips on the boat as the worn
out clerk TO his summer tour.
And how he would scan every black robed
figure in hopes it might be his lone fair
woman"
The fragment OF pasteboard he had put
away in an unvisited corner of his trunk as
| treasure, and dreamed Of her face at night
as she stood on burning ferry boat scatter.
ing scraps OF paper over the water around
about and calling on him 10 rescue her.
By all this you will see Cupid did his work
| very effectuslly, and cared not how his
poor victim Jared, so long as he added an
other bleeding heart TO his trophies
But Fate, why call her cruel2
IT she is stony for awhile, does she not, by
| one grandly generous act, repay US for years
| Of suffering and neRlectY
This evening great black fleeing masses of
| clouds scowled in the heavens; the wind
| searched in the trees and visited rlckety
| signboaTds in hopes of finding something 70
burl at the foot passengers hurrying home
| below; hacks too, did fiourishing business.
When John Moore reached the ferry he
saw graceful black figure descend from one
| of them, aud rueful face looking at the al
ready falling rain, and shudGer as the light
ming flashed dangerously near. Now at
| least, thought he, may sgain offer my ser
vices without appearing presuming or rude.
At last il came about in the most delicate
yet rather inconyenient manner that these
two chatted very pleasantly, although the
ram came down in torrents with no chance
of reprieve.
This time as the boat quiyered from collis-
ion with the spiles Of the slip, sending the
passengers this way and that, Helen Ives
had John M00re's arm 10 steady her, while
he held above her an umbrella OF unusual
size. How he thanked the rain and vowed
to apostrophIze 1t at some future day
Gould any thing be more fortunate than
my meeting with your said Helen; You
always come at the right moment"
II Suppose you would consider IL adroit
flatteryif were TO tell you that thought of
you every day since first saw you, and only
hoped TO be OF some service; and unkind as
il may seem," continued John, II do not re-
gret the rain"
"Only custom and gallantry forgive such
speeches | certainly must object. However,
you need not exert yourself in future to fill
the requirements of such absuTdties. Here
ls my home, and am sure my mother, Mrs.
Ives, will be pleased to thank you for your
kindness 10 her daughter. Won't you come
in2'
Having walked so far with him, Helen
thought it prudent TO introduce him to her
mother.
W
John Moore giving her his card.
Mother, dear" spoke Helen, bringing
John into a pretty parlor and also before an
elderly lady 10 widows mourning, this is
Mr.. Moore, the gentleman who has earned
your thanks and gratitude in keeping my
Grape and bom6azine dry: the one whom /
met before--you remember"
Mrs Ives gave him an earnest look, then
thanked him heartily, and even invited him
to have tea; although / must say that she
was prompted to this kindness by glimpse
caught through the open ooor OF a daintily
spread table, perhaps, as much as from any
consideration of the rain, To this request
he was we'll bred enough TO offer an excuse,
only asking permission TO call again, which
was readily given.
Poor girl" he thought, as he walked
slowly home, II think she has some secret
trouble; she is thinner and whittier than she
was-that photograph has some connection
with it," cbnun1ed his thoughts, there's a
sad story about IL, fear; lovers quarrel,
no doubt. Ah, how well would love her
If mighti'
The ladies, too, were talking. 81 think,
my dear" said Mrs. Ives, as she and Helen
sat over their tea, THAT he is a gentleman,
but one can not be too careful in forming
acquaintances | suppose you know nothing
more than about himP'
"Only that he boards, and spends his hoii-
days at Fort Washington with his cousin,
Mrs. Montgomery. OF course, did not tell
him that we lived there"
30, Helen, l wish you would try and for
get He was not Is not, worth 1t. When i
think OF the way he has acted / am so glad
we found him out in time"
As Mrs. Ives finished speaking shs went
around and lovingly smoothed her dat 'er's
cheeks
"Yes, mother, have parted from him tor.
ever. have drowned him." This in lalf
whisper.
The weeks slipped easily by, bringing with
them kind attentions to both mother and
daughter from John Moore, for he was wise
in his generation and knew how TO win the
maternal heart. One eveningat the theater,
during some mimic love scene, he noticed
Helen close her eyes as IL in disgust.
why, Miss Helen, have you no faith in
the lovers vows?' he asked banteringly.
To his surprise she answered with serious
ness: mo doubt there are some who hold
their VOWS sacred, but L think love- .dar
ling and the like wait on the tongues OF
mos. men 10 be cslled off at q moments no.
tice. IL you speak honestly, dom you think
so?' she added, smiling at hIm.
He laid his hand upon her fan to stay its
motion, saying: II will tell you as We go
home"
She knew his meaning well, and what.
woman would not? Especially one who had
been the subject of his watchful care; for
WDOIu ne ntl pldnueu anu liL-
tie excitements. Because he understood
more OF her epticism and indifference than
sne was aware of.
In answer to words which need not re-
peat, Helen Ives was saying to John Moore
that evening:
"I-only regret that did not meet you be.
fore my heart lost its faith, for then l must
have loved YOU, knowing ycu as know you
now. But would not marry you with the
feeling that my heart was not wholly cured
of its old infatuation. Listen to this with
all It's humiliatlng admissions in atonement
for the misery have caused you. Two years
ago my father gave his consent TO my marry
ing tue only imam l ever loved He vowed
he loved me so devotedly that poverty
would be bliss by my side. | believed in
him entirely. NY father died suddenly
few days before our contemplated union.
and be, thinking my father died insolyent,
left me and sailed for Europe with his bride
ALI in two months time. Yet L think 1
/ cara for this villain still althouOh / have