The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-04-21

its direction, says lazily:
THE Claremont people at last, and the
General"
| Mrs. Stamer, thus reused from her reverie
| turns to her companion. THE General, y
she says, with a slight touch of amusement
in her tone; and then, as if impeled by some
absurd curiosity, she rises and glances down
| the room to where the last Corners stand
talking to Mrs. Wynn.
tail, soldierly-looking man with clear
cut features, heavy mustache and very
mournful eyes, is most conspicuous among
the group. He is grave to a fault; but now,
| even as she looks, he smiles, and his smile is
full OF beauty, and transforms him in one
instant from middle age to youth.
| He is younger than one would expect i'll
a general" says Captain Blackwood, without
any particular interest in his Tone Though
| real live generals, to tell the TRUTH are few
and far between in Pullingham. He-By
Jove!"
HE is barely in time to catch Mrs. Stamer
in his arms as she sways forward and falls in
a dead faint-caused by the heat. no doubt.
1t is the simplest thing in the world to get
her ont OF the room and up stairs to Mrs.
| Vyvyan's bed without a sensation of any
kind. One or two of the women guests see
ing what has happened, go with her, and, as
for the rest, they know nothing of the mis-
hap that has befallen the mistress of The
Holmes until several hours later.
Time flies. The General is naturally the
hero OF the hour, coming fresh from Afghan
istan. By and by the young people take to
dancing in the grand old hall, and the Cen
eral-who has laughingly declined to trip it
unless he can find partner of his own age,
and what woman will acknowledge to that?
steps out on the balcony and gazes thought
fully upon the sleeping garden. All is peace
"a great calm has fallen on the world. 1t
seems almost as il ever-reauy sin has sunk
to rest; the lake ripples, the moonbeams
shiver, the bowers sleep; no sound comes to
move the intense quiet OF the hour. But
what is this?
little form-is it angel or fairy?-comes
slowly up to the General across the stone bal
cony. Pausing near him it lifts its large eyes
confidently to his face. 1t is the child Dulce,
who has grown weary with her play, and
would fan be at rest within her snowy bed.
He can touch her if he will but put forth his
hand. Involuntarily he does so, and draw
ing her to him gazes into her small face.
| AS he does his own changes; heavy
pallor shines through the bronze an Indian
sun has laid upon his cheek. Raising her he
takes her impetuously to where the light
from the many lamps within must fall upon
! her and illumine her baby features. Vino is
she like?-who?-al too we'll he knows.
His breath comes with painful rapidlty, q
film gathering before his eyes shuts out from
! them the little face he wants to see.
Your name, child, your name?" he says
hoarseiy' SO hoarsely, indeed tnat the words
are lost 10 her; ohe shahes iler heau weariiy,
anu looks win the steep! ouC uncertain III
!ereSa OF moment upon the FAY scene Wlth-
| in. The Generals eyes are wild, yet, strange
| to saw the child betrayS no fear. She only
nestles little closer to him. and slips an arm
round his neck, and lays one of the fairest
heads in Christendom upon his shoulder.
II am tired" she says II wish mamma
would take me home"
| "Where is YOUR mother?' asks he. eagerly,
IN the ofdWihg-rootl, replies me child'
as her i,ttie neau grows heavier II you see
heT, caIi her,
-. me ueheT T1 casts piercing s'ahce arounu
She room ne can see notIll'S ,,iat may az
eE?te the uheasInesS that mas iull possession
ot nus breast leu me your hathe' my III
ne one ne says sehtlH:
Dulce 9I'lneI, replies tne uroWsy AIRY;
AFTER W.iicn CONCESSION she SINKS 1n'o Piacio
sieeP Ml.hih nus arms. ~ c,-,
raiiutnI . ae"s Hoaf f'iin' me Seaiei;,t
sioWlN llhes POSSESSION ! 81 ~. ~ rs III
tile iipraSure % tile uiasiioi,eu winuow,
anu Is 'iluuen rum Ihe Iooin y! curtalns
may 'iails leaN',y' 1 ne sit: nursing me
emu ;. conieh.eui!; WIN ihllIli's care ne so
uisposeS tiie rounoeu liimos anu uainty 1Ouy
.'iat llei steep il'y oe ''ie sou.'uel =" IN tti
unsPeakaoIe tehuerhess ne gi]es upon tle
sihtn iasnes ai,u rosy a'Ps ."aouSIi which
'ii VIC "le''" Vi Iito no"0 Os''.Ii!' ete"l!'
~ 81. ngui NJ Nv W 80 InS t':''s
uie P"tteu, "i.u tiio' ~ !"N' iooNu'G ~
S'aie9 az 'ne U'ole"u 1'ii' P'eee"V9 user "
nei view. "a et.i i4 "i 49,, a.' iii""" II 4n-
couSIuous ~ !, Is at ieass 1nallil -,
Gene!a'; sue "iiiapeI l WIN io ss
IaSn, Is ~ % you nav Ge9r 90,
"nU liiaue YOU d iuise L.
a. Tie ca'',e " ilie " net oMii aooU6u' salu
T'le que ES''e
eisel' nv my NeeP'IS w'o'i .ie nus nay
happy as have teen tonight"
THAT is very sweet of YOU" says Mrs
| Vyvyan; but l must let you off duty now
Dulce's mother awaits her. She is going
home"
Then, let me take her to her carriage"
says the General, strangely loath to surrender
| his little friend to any one