The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1879-10-22
Lawrence. Lawrence, come back, o, com.

Lawrence, Lawrence, come back, O. come
back!'
There was no answer. She slowly closed
the door and sank down upon the. carpet,
wringing her hands and rocking back and
forth.
But the door was opened again and the
CHASTITY face of the young man appeared
there.
ssDid you call me back?" he said IN low,
very firm tone.
She stretched up her arms
go Lawrence, Lawrence, you will not de-
sert mel" she cried in most piteous tones.
"Never, my love, my Lindar' he said
passionately, STOPPING as if to kiss her.
She sprang to her feet and now there was
no installing her feelings. Hereyes glistened
with wrath.
"You Offer SIR she hesitated, trem-
bling, then continued: $50, sir, go, and never
let me see you again. She thrust him from
the door and closed it.
"There now, it is ended" she muttered
"What can he mean? Ny hostler making
love to mel But l might have feared it. He
is genius-an artist-a true gentleman and
a mere boy, all in one"
She stood for some moments gazing at the
floor. Her look of Indignation soon changed
into one of utter distress.
"Who will drive Brownboy? Who will
drive Brownboy?" she said over and over
again.
Somehow l at length recovered my power
of locomotion and, with start, like one COM
ing out of sleep, l crept away, feeling heart
lily ashamed of myself / sat down on a chair
and leaned upon the railing of the veranda.
in the dim light below / saw a man walk out
to the middle of the street and stand there
a long while gazing up at the window, out of
which the strong flare of the chandelier still
brilliantly showed itself His arms were fold
ed on his breast and cap was pulled low
over his face. After awhile he walked away.
Next morning in looking over my paper
at breakfast l found an item which was
worded about thus:
.sLawrance Walters, the trainer and driver
of Brownboy the remarkable young trotting
horse which will go in the race to-day, is
said to be a painter ofgreat taste and promise.
His object in following his present calling is
toget enough money to enable him to finish
his studies He is a strikingly handsome
young fellow"
NV ears soon informed me that every one
at the tables was speaking of Brownboy.
Some thought he would win, some that he
would not. Evidently little was known as
to the horses true power, but hint was abroad
that he was Il wonderful trotter.
v
fellow Of another at table hard by.
ssSome 'oman forget 'er name" was the
laconic answer.
On my way from breakfast to my room
met the woman face to face. She turned her
| beautiful eyes on me and l felt Jingle OF
| shame go all over me. You know l am not
in the least sentimental, but / think she has .
face as pure as any angels and form as per-
feot as that of Venus when first she rose
from the sea yonder. She must be good
woman and a true one. She affected me
deeply. You do me wrong by smiling in
that way. She did affect me deeply, because
l saw how excited and distressed she was
and because l knew the cause of her trouble
! Somehow the very fact that L had discov.
cred her secret as well as the peculiarly
touching nature of the secret itself, made me
feel strangely interested in the outcome o
the days race. Her words kept ringing il
my ears-'sWho will drive Brownboy?" A
the morning hours slipped away l begar
| myself to wonder who would drive Brown
boy and whether the horse would win.
At l o'clock was sitting on the veran
da watching the CABS the hacks and omnibus
es depart from the hotel carrying passenger
to the race ground. All at once there fel
upon me an uncomfortable desire to e
thither also. 1t may seem strange to you
1t seems SO to me. But l wen
end secured me seat abou
midway of the grand amphitheater and di
rectly opposite the starting-point of the rae,
from which could see the whole of the track
Some of the horses entered for the race wer
already trotting leisurcly around on tn
smooth road, driven by rather rough-lookin,
men, whose position on the little two-wheel
ed sulkies maze them appear to be riding oil
the horses tails. l was glad to find that n
one seemed to particularly notice me. al
eyes were impatiently following the eccentri
flight of the trotters or watching the big bel
on the judges stand, few strokes from whic
would, l had been informed, call the horse
to the starting place. All round me every
where / heard voices inquiring for Brown
boy. Which one of the horses was the new
conner, the horse so much feared by the oil
turfmen present? Some one seated benin
me, who spoke in the tones of one havin
knowledge of his subject, said
'Brownboy will win this race
A small wager was the result. In trut
a sharp skirmish of betting was kept up a
through the vast audience.
/ vainly scanned the faces, row abov
row, in the amphitheater to find tn
young woman, the owner of Brownboy ]
she was there. could not find her.
The bell pealed out the call. Prompt
the horses were driven to the starting-plac'
ali but Brownboy. He had not yet appeared
Had he been withdrawn? A murmur of di
satisfaction rippled through the crowd.
"Brownboyl BrownboyT shouted man
voices. He did not appear.
1t CHANGED that my eyes, turning restlessl
from place to place, fell upon the extrem
point of one horn of the amphitheater just
a tall, dark gloriously beautiful woman aros
and leaned over the front railing She WI
very pale, almost like one dead, but recoe
nized her at once. II was Linda, as the yout
had called her; it was the owner of Brown
boy. She stopped far down to speak to
dusky negro groom who with sleeves role
up and face grimy from stable-work, al
preached her. 1 could not hear word ST
said. In fact, l think she whispered; but hi
hands were clasped tightly together and h,
lips seemed to frame prayer rather than
! command.
i! When she had finished speaking the grool