The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-03

shall we be friends still if you leave
me like that? Surely, after all these
years. you will not tel your sister? You
will not betray me?"
Never, sir" said she. what for?
To bring those two together? Why, it
would part them forever. wonder at
you, a gentleman, and in business all
your life, yet you don't seem to see
through the muddy water as do that
is only plain woman"
She then told him her clothes we're
nearly all packed, and hecould start in
an hour.
you shall have the break and the
horses" said he, with great alacrity.
Everything transpires quickly in a
small house, and just as she had finish
ed packing, in came Mary in violent dis
tress. What, is it true? Are you go
ing to leave me, now my heart Is brok-
en-? Oh, nursei nurse"
This was too much even for stout
hearted Nancy Easton.
ooh, my child my child" she cried,
and sat down on her box SObbing viO-
lently, Mary EMBODIED in her arms, and
then they sat crying and rocking to-
gether.
Papa does not love me as do him."
sobbed Mary, turning bitter for the first
time. He breaks my heart, and sends
you away the same day, for fear you
should comfort me-"
mo, my DEAR" said Mrs. Easton; YOU
are wrong. lie does not send me away;
go by my own WISH"
"Oh, nurse, you desert me! Then you
don't know what has happened"
ooh yes, do know all about it; and
T1,1,l Il Il -l,o4 /,
wishes. You see it is this way. Miss
Mary-your father has been very good
to me, and | am his debtor. Unjust not
stay here and help you to thwaTt him
that would be ungrateful-and vet
can't take his side against you. Master
has got reasons why you should not
marry Walter Clifford, and"
He told me SO himself" said Mary.
"Ah, but he didn't tell you his rea-
sons"
NO"
mo more must /. But, Miss Mary.
III tell you this. l know his reasons
well; his reasons why you should not
marry Walter Clifford are my reasons
why you should marry no other man"
"Oh, nurse! oh you dear. good angelo
$50 when friends differ like black and
white, It's best TO part. I'm going to
my sister Gilbert this afternoon, and
tomorrow to my sister Sally, at her
hotel"
"Oh, nurse, must you? must you? 1
shall have not friend to advise or con-
sole me till Mr.. Hope comes back. Oh,
hope that won't be long now"
Mrs. EaStOn dropped her hands upon
her knees and looked at Mary BARLEY.
What, Miss Mary, would you go to
Mr.. Hope in such a matter as this?
Surely you would not have the face?"
IN OF take my breaking heart to Mr..
Hope!" cried Mary, with sudden flood
of tears. You might as well tell me
not to lay my trouble before my God.
Dear, dear Mr.. Hope, who saved my life
III those deep waters, and then cried
over me, darling dear | think more of
that than of his courage. Do you think
am blind? He loves me better than
my own father does; and it is not a
young mans love; it is an angels. Not
cry to him when l am in the deep waters
of affection? | could not write of such
a thing to him for blushing, but the mo-
ment he returns | shall find some way
to let him know how happy have been,
how broken-hearted [ am, and that papa
has reasons against him, and they are
your reasons for him, and that YOU are
both afraid to let me know these curious
reasons-me, the poor girl whose heart
is being made a football of in this
house. OH OH OH"
Don't cry, Miss Mary" said Nurse
Easton. tenderly; "and pray don't excite
yourself so. Why, L never saw you like
this before"
Had | ever the same reason? You
have only known the happy, thought
less child. They have made woman
of me now, and my peace is gone |
must not defy my father, and sCiU not
break poor Walters heaTt-the truest
heart that ever beat. Not tell dear Mr..
Hope? III tell him everything, if I'm
cut in pieces for it." And her beauti-
full eyes flashed lightning through her
tears.
"Huml" said Mrs. Easton, under her
breath, and looking down at her own
feet.
And pray what does hum mean?"
asked Mary, fixing her eyes with pro-
digiOus keenness on the WOman's face.
well, don't suppose hum means
anything" said Mrs. Easton, still look
ing down.
Doesn't it," said Mary. with such
a face as that it means volume. And
III make it my business to read that
volume"
"Huml"
~And Mr.. Hope shall help me-"
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