The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-01-05

he takes her in his arms, and at the very lastShe
so far fOrgets her lesson as to give nature sway,
and clings to him and let's him kiss her at will.
And then it is all over, and he goes up to town
finding solace-eYen as he thinks of her-ln a
cigar, while she spoils her lovely eyes weeping
for him all that livelong night
He wrote her fifteen letters in ALL including
one from Calais, where he stopped on his way to
Berlin as military attaehe, and then he came to
the conclusion that he must marry for money II
he meant to keep up the old place as 1t should be
kept-a matter that for many weeks had been
troubling him-and then he told himself he was
heartless fellow, and then-he forgot her!
Patti is singing and deathly silence reigns,
save for the grand tones that swell and fade and
rise again, filing the wide eXpanse OF the vast
theater with rapturous melody. Through the
great hush the music is sobbing-thrlllng-
ing, as in a spell the hearts Of the mighty con
course. Who shall say what unforgotten memo
ries are brought into vivid life by these charm
ing sounds! What sad but exquisite reeollec-
tons make the pulses beat? AT least they bring
tears into the eyes of one.
She is quite a young girl and in her absorp-
ton Is leaning rather more over the cushions OF
her box than she is aware. Her whole soul IS III
her face, which is extremely beautiful.
''Sit back a little, dearest; you should think
sometimes" says a pretty woman, half a dozen
years her senior, and evidently her chaperon,
tapping her furtively with her fan. You know
how people watch your every movement, ana
they will not believe
"What does it matter? Let her be happy in her
own way says young man, hurriedy to the
pretty woman, stopping second message from
the fan.
Indeed. the girl has been so engrossed with
Patti that the first warning has gone unheeded.
Her eyes are full of passionate delight tinctured
with sadness-who is ever merry when he hears
sweet musicF-her lips are slightly parted. Her
gown is costly white silk broidered with
pearls, and she is older graver, and altogether
strangely unaltered since that time, a year ago,
when she sat amidst the fragrant clover and
watched the roses dying, and listened, with far
| off, dreamy gaze to the plaintive mIrmurlng Of
the waves as they beat their foamy breast
against the cruel rocks far down below.
Then her false love" sat beside her; now -.
Her eyes grow dim. Slowly as though some in
ward force compels her, she turns them from the
stage and looks into the stalls below. There
| she sees him!
''Verar the voice comes to her, vaguely. in
distinctly, as it were through hazy mist 1t is
her cousin, Lady Vynor's voice, and it awakes
her to the necessity for calm She is still lean
ing on the cushions of the box but now she
draws herself up, and leans back until she is so
hidden by the curtains on her side that she IS no
longer visible to the stalls beneath Raising her
hand she passes it hIIrriedly across her fore
head
she is ill., says Lord Digby hastily He is
the young man who had taken her part mo-
ment since.
''Ah! so she is says Lady vynor, in fright
ened way Vera, dearest'-
1T is only the heat" says the girl, compelling
herself to speak by passionate effort. 1T Is
really nothing" She leans back again as If ex-
hauSted.
''What is to be done?" says Lady Vynor help
lessly, half rising from her seat. She Is merry
GUS woman, always on the lookout for midnight
CONGREGATIONS and sudden deaths.
Nothing" said Digby quickly. THE opera
is nearly over. Give her time to recover herself
a little, and then take her home. The heat is
intense; it is no wonder she feels it
Indeed Vera is ashen gray, but has by this
1 of
and with it the knowledge that the old love upon
which she had set such store iS-dead; buried,
lost, gone past all recall, in that one brief
moment when her eyes had rested upon Stainers.
Digby, taking scent bottle from Lady VynOr,
presses it into Vera's hand without looking at
her The dehcaey, the tenderness of the action
falls warmly on the girls bruised heart How
good he has been to her--how sincerely he has
loved her and obeyed her slightest behest for
two long months, without reward or any hope Of
i'll
Twice Vera has refused him, and twice he had
taken her refusal very well, but with an evident
| determination to persevere in his suit. Being
| an Englshman, he had declined to recognize de
| feat. And now, indeed, in this hour does he
| find his cOnstancy crowned with success.
! TO explain to you about Stainer. When his
eyes had fully met hers, and he Is satisfied that
| the radiant young beauty up above is in very
truth the simple child whose love he had played
with for a while and then flung eareessly aside,
he turns to the next him.
'Who is that girl in white in the box up
there?' he says, hoarsely.
my dear fellow Not know the reignng
beauty of the hour!' says his friend ''1hat is
Miss Wriothesly, the most exquisite creature in
| England-recognized as SUCH
Il have been abroad stammered Stainer,
with poor attempt at indifference. The scent
| Of dying roses the roar of far-of ocean is in
| his ears.
| ''Greatest mistake in the world to go one foot
out of town. They say travelling enlarges the
| mind It narrows it, to my thinking. Thesweet
shady side of Pail Mall and the Row will teach
you all that ever you may want to know-and
good deal more"
''Ten me of Miss wriothesly," interrupts
Stainer, mpatiently.
Don't you see my theory exemplifed straight
through If you had stayed at home like q sens
ible man you would not have had to ask the ques
ton. A year ago she was unknown. Then for
tune found her. Some forgotten relation in
Canada died; left her sole heiress to his enormous
wealth; whereupon other relatives suddenly dis
covered they had for years been pining for her
society Her cousin, Lady Vynor pretty woman
in the box with herr, swooped down to the coun-
try grange where the girl was buried alive, and
bringing her up to town, flung her upon the
world OF fashion. A beautiful heiress is a rarity
Need I say how magnificent was her success"
''And the man with herr" asks Stainer, with
dry lips that almost refuse to speak for him
Vera has now withdrawn from the front of the
box, and wild desire to rise and 90 to her to
see her again face to face, to hear her voice. is
maddening him.
''That is Lord Digby. Good CATCH too, and
terribly epris in that quarter. Dare say she'll
marry him after all. though she has refused him
off and on, it's whispered, ever since their first
meeting They say her maid brings her bou-
quet and fresh offer from him every morning. {"
''She has refused him, them" says Stainer a
fierce glow of hope springing up within his
breast The one glimpse caught of her a moment
since has walked in him second love. before
which the first seems cold and tame. Can this
deed the little fond girl who had told him of her
longing to be great 'ladye" and whose aspira-
tions he had so mockingly crushedl
Eyes. But time works wonders, and most
%er beatty she aims at HIGHER oame b m
should think eaIldom ought to count. Oh