The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-19

was singular 0uellJy 10 his employers,
and he was also man who never broke
his word. So when BARLEY showed him
that the true parentage of Grace Hope
now called Mary Bartley-couldne never
be disguised unless her memory Of him
was interrupted and puzzled before she
grew older, and that she as well as the
world must be made to believe BARLEY
was her father, he assented, and it was
two wears before he Yentured to come
near his own daughter.
But he demanded to see her at a dis
lance, himself unseen, and this was ar
ranged. He provided himself with a
powerful binocular of the kind that is
now used at sea, instead of the unwieldy
old telescope, and the little girl was
paraded by the nurse, who was in the
secret. She played about in the sight
of this strange spy. She was plump,
she was rosy, she was full of life and
spirit. Joy filled the fathers heart; but
then came bitter pang to think that
he had faded out of her joyous life; by
and-by he could see her no longer, for
mist came from his heart to his eyes; he
bowed his head and went back to his
business. his prosperity, and his soil
tude. These experiments were repeat
ed at times. Moreover, BARLEY had the
tact never to write to him on business
without telling him something about
his girl, her clever sayings, her pretty
ways, her quickness at learning from
all her teachers, and so on. When she
was eight years old foreign agent was
required in Bartley's business, and Hope
agreed to start this agency and keep it
going till some more ordinary person
could be intrusted to work it,
But he refused to leave England with
out seeing his daughter with his own
eyes and hearing her voice. However,
still faithful to his pledge, he prepared
a disguise; ne actually grew mustache
and beard for this tender motive only,
and changed his whole style of dress;
he wore crimson neck-tie and dark
green gloves with a plaid suit, which
combination he abhorred as a painter
and our respected readers abOminate,
for surely it was some such perverse
combination that made French dress
maker lift her hands TO heaven and say
"QalelIe inlnOrGlhe" So then BARLEY
himself took his little girl for walk,
and met Mr.. Hope in an appointed spot
not far from his own house. Poor Hope
saw them coming. and his heart beat
high. "Ahl" said BARLEY feigning sur
prise; "why, it's Mr.. Hope. How do
you do, Hope? This is my little girl.
Mary, my dear, this is an old friend of
mine. Give him your hand"
The girl looked in Hopes face, and
did not recognize him.
Fine girl for her years, isn't she?"
said BARLEY; healthy and strong, and
quick at her lessons; and, what's better
still, she is good girl, very good girl.
hid her face behind Bartley's elbow, all
but one eye, with which she watched
the effect of these eulOgies upon the
strange gentleman.
"She is all father could WISH" said
Hope, tenderly.
Instantly the girl started from her
position, and stood wrapt in thought;
her beautiful eyes wore strange look
of dreamy intelligence. and both could
see she was searching the past for that
voice.
BARLEY drew back, that the girl might
not see him, and held up his finger.
Hope gave a slight nod of acquiescence.
and spoke no more. BARLEY invited
| him to take an early dinner, and talk
| business. Before he left he saw his
child more than once; indeed, BARLEY
paraded her accomplishments. She
PLAYED the piano to Hope; she rode her
little Shetland pony for Hope; she dane
| ed minuet with singular grace for SO
| young a girl; she conversed with her
| governeSS in French, or something very
| like it, and she worked little sewing
machine, all to please the strange gen.
| tleman: and whatever she was asked to
| do she did with winning smile, and
| without particle of false mOdesty, or
| the real egotism which is at the bottom
| of false mOdesty.
ANYBODY who knew William Hope
| intimately might almost recognize his
daughter in this versatile little mind
with its faculty of learning so many dis
| similar things.
Hope left for the continent with a
| proud heart, a joyful heart, and a sore
heart. She was lovely, she was healthy,
| she was happy, she was accomplished,
name; her love was being gained by a
| stranger, and there was a barrier of
| iron, as well as the English Channel be
tween William Hope and his own Mary
| BARLEY.
1t would weary the reader were we to
detail the small events bearing on the
| part of the story which took place dur
ing the next five years. Hope got peep
at his daughter now and then. On one
of his visits to BARLEY the latter COM
planned that he had nothing tO-his le-
ultimate business at home and abroad
could now run alone. He said to Hope
Il can sit here and speculate. / want to
be something myself; l think | will take
farm just to occupy me and amuse
me-"
at will not amuse you unless you
make money by it." suggested Hope.
And nobody can do that nowadays
Farms don't pay"
"PlOughing and sowing don't pay, but
brains and money pay wherever found
together"
@What, on farm?"
"Why not, sir? You have only to &c
with the times. Observe the condition
of produce; grain too cheap for farmer
because continents can export grain
with little loss; fruit dear; meat dear
because cattle cannot be driven ant
sailed without risk of life and loss o.
weight; agricultural labor rising, and IL
winter unproductive, because to farm
means to plough and SOW, and reap anC
NOW, and lose money. But meet those