The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-08-07


marriage, for Lady Arielle's sake, and then
all Lady Ariells sympathies will be with
her betrothed lover, and she will remain
faithful to him, and perhaps-even elope
with himv'
THAT is true What, then, would you ad-
wise me to do with this paper?'
Take il to Vladimir Despardel Remind
him of his oft expressed desire to penetrate
the mystery of his own early life, and of his
constant wonder at his guardians reserve on
the subject. Then tell him that you have
accidentally discovered the secret-t that you
feel in honor bound to reveal it TO him.
Then show him the paper"
"Oh, Aspl Aspl what q serpent you arelr
exclaimed Brandon Coyle, half in admira-
ton, half in dread.
Stay" she murmured. 81 hope that
Vladimir does not suspect that you ever as
pred to the hand of Arielle?''
mo. He has not that matter of triumph
tour that made fool OF myself, and have
not seen her since her rejection of my suit"
Aud she has never told her betrothed of
you offer, you presume?'
"Who? Arielle: Arielle boast of her
conquest of one man to another man?
have heard OF women who do such things
but Arielle-neverl"
clear. Go to HIM as his old friend, ON the
strength of your old mutual affection, and
tell him, with as much seeming hesitation
and delicate sympathy as you can assume, of
the discovery you have Just made, and of
the incorporating sense of duty that con-
strains you to communicate it to him. He
will fly the country; / know he will. But
he will come to bid me good.by first; l know
that too. And then if do not commence a
treatment of consolation and cure, my name
is not AspirIta Coylel"
''Oh, Asp Asp! So that is your game, is
it?''
THAT is my game as you call it, Brand.
You thought l had your happiness only IN
view? Pooh, pooh, brother we are egotists
all. You love the bride elect. 1 like the
bridegroom expectant. We work together
for our mutual interests. Behold all'
But, Aspirita, would you marry a man
who did not think himself good enough for
Lady Arielle Montjoie? A man in his ex-
eeptional circumstances" inquired Brandon
Coye in surprise.
"Yes, would. L am not Lady Arielle
Montioie. am Aspirita Coyle, the orphan,
dependent on my bachelor uncle, whose es.
tates will all go to you. Besides, 1 love him -
added the bold beauty, without a moments
hesitation.
"Humphl A man with such a reproach at
tached to his name! You must love him for
himself alone, then?"
"Nol for myself alone 1 might be capable
having himl'
Bravo, Aspl But OH the fates forbid
that ever your sting should strike mel"
go now, and execute your mission to
ClOudland. 1t is time, unless you would
prefer dramatic forbidding of the bans at
the very altar tomorrow" said Aspirita, not
a whit discompOsed by the questionable
compliments OF her brother.
Cant forbid the bans since there have
been no bansl They are to be married by
special license" said Brandon, almost gayly,
so much was he elated by the prospect of
preventing the marriage.
They were to have been married you
meanl But they are certainly not to be
now," amended Aspirita.
And, meanwhile, as the parties most
concerned, they should be informed of their
changed prospects" added Brandon Coyle.
with smile; and, rising with a bow he left
his sister, and, a few minutes later, departed
on his detestable errand.
Aspirita Coyle looked after him, great
light of triumph dllating her dark eyes until
they seemed the mouths of caverns leading
down to the abyss of her darker soul as she
muttered to herself:
Now, Vladimir Desparade, you shall be
mine! 1t may take trouble and time, but l
can work and-waitl" The above we publish
as a specimen chapter but the continuation
of this story will be found only in the n Y.
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