The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1882-11-11

minis eye, there danced lovely
vision that lured the infatuated young
man from the right path; a pair OF
blue eyes, sweet smile, graceful
girlish form to gsza on which the
foolish fcl,og would have travelled
miles
| And the bhe was to be atall, sur
rounded by admiring SWANS, of one
or two OF whom he was madly jealous
and who knew what might happen
| while he was absent.
He might of course havs spoken a
certain momentous little word before,
and he had thought, now and then,
that it would not have fallen on re-
luctant ears. But he had gone on
baskjng in the sweet sunshine of her
smiles, too happy in the present to
think much of the future, and he bad
Just heard casually that to morrow
morning early she was to leave town
for her home in the country.
To-day, too, chance had brought n
sudden revelation to his heart. Till
then he had not been fully aware of
the strength of his own feelings for
that blue eyed charmer. On turning
down street corner, he had come
suddenly face to face with her, and i'll
close attendance unon her was Mad.
dox of the til LaDcers, a brilliant
Adonis whom ladies were terribly
partial to. In his face Harry Kendall
read something that made HIM trem-
BILE for his own hopes, and showed
him too, In startling moment OF
time, now his whole life's happiness
was bound up in them. That rapid
glance of recognition awoke storm
of anxious fears in his breast, and left
the green-eyed monster raging there.
Was he at this important crisis OF
fate to stand tamely aside and to leave
her to the wiles of that handsome
Lothario, to be whirled away from
him for ever in the waltz, during the
enchanted hours of that festive night,
while he kept lonely watch over old
money bags? Maddening thought!
And tomorrow she would be gone.
Oh, why had he not know sooner?
Tomorrow would be too late!
No; he could not let love and happi-
ness 20 down the stream without MAX
ing an effort to hold them fast. Duty
might go to the winds for once. He
would GO to the ball, where he might
see her that night. And as to the
Colonel? Surely he would not sport
his stately, antiquated presence in
such giddy, uneopge nial scene. And
if he did-Brereton might say what
he pleased-the Colonel's shoruness OF
sight was proverbia,i
Alas! Venus with her wicked elf
Cupid had strangely bewitched this
misguided son of Mars, as there is evil
dence enough to prove they have be-
witched many stalwart hero in every
age and CLINE!
The bank, a great solid building of
dark grey stone, stood In an Enclosure.
At the rear was court encircled by
fence, in which was q small wicket
gate opening into lane a short dis
lance below the main entrance, and
used chiefly for communication with
the back premises. At night it was
always kept locked. The front of the
building, on the other hand faced one
of the principal thoroughfares, and
was approached through q massive
outer gate, which, like the smaller
one, was carefully closed after night
fall.
Captain Kendall did not change his
mind. AS the evening wore on, he
slipped out, merely informing the
sentinel that he should soon return.
The old soldier, whe had known and
loved his young officer for some years,
shook his head ominously as he saw
him depart, but inwardly resolved to
keen his counsel if possible
The truant meanwhile sped on his
wilful way, and banishing all anxious
reflections, appeared in the ballroom
in time to secure the hand of his fair
charmer for several dances. Fortune
seemed to smile propftiously on him,
and the coast was clear. The Colonel
was not to be seen, and no one else
cared to inquire too curiously what
officer ought to be on guard at the
bank on that particular night. AS he
led out the lady, the scape-grace lover
had the satisfaction of seeing his rival
turn away with lowering brow. He
was determined to lose no time now. 4
in the maze of the waltz, while the
soft, undulating strains of Strauss
stepped the senses of the dancers in
sweet dreams of delight, under the
roseate light of the many wax e,ledles
in that perfumed, crowded bailrooGn,
question was asked, and an answer
TREMENDOUSLY whispered, which trans