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

one who had ever trusted him. OF course,
they would not have said this 90 Miss Pris-
ella for the world. and they only breathed
IL 70 each other IN confidential moments, Tor
Miss Priscilla was kind of little Providence
in the neighborhood. and a word against
aught belonging 20 her was disloyalty.
As she passed down the still street that
calm June afternoon, one and another Of
fered her friendly greeting; and, observa-
ton being none too acute here, no one no.
ticed with what a frozen smile she answered
She was almost at her own door when lit
tie girl on crutches hobbIed after her aud
put a rose into her hand.
at is off the bush you gave me-" she said,
and then Miss Priscilla drew down her veil
and hurried on. weeping. How was she to
leave these hearts that loved her and the
happy home in which she had spent her en-
tire hfetime,
Her little maidservant opened the door for
her without waiting for her knock and took
her bonnet and shawl and brought he's slip
pers and a cup of tea. Miss Priscilla drank
the cheering beverage to give her courage,
and then she went into the little kitchen
where the little maiden sat sewing by the
hearth
"Jane." Miss Priscilla said, clearing her
throat, @Jane, / wish TO say that at the
end of the month you and shall be obliged
t. part"
James face assumed an expression of dis
may, but she only said "Lorp She felt at
that nom mt a whole volume of things, but
being an uncultured person, she only said
"Lorp
at is no fault of yours, Jane" Miss Pris-
ella continued with painstaking precision;
Il have found you everything girl should
be, and only part with you because have
decided to leave Fairview."
Jane sighed family, and her round eyes
grew rounder.
a cannot tell how soon 1 may leave the
village" Miss Priscilla went on, "but in
any case you will have your months wages.
Il don't want no wages but what I've
earned ma'am," Jane answered with sever
ity.
Il would take you with me il it we're pos
sible," Miss Priscilla ventured explanatorily,
"but it is quite out of the question"
"Don't mention it, ma'am; it's no matter,
I'm sure, though l have served you faith
full" And then Jane clattered among the
fire irons, and hunted the cat from his cozy
nook by the fire, with muttered exclama-
tions OF contempt for his lazness and
thus depriving both of them of the Solace Of
mutual sympathy.
Miss Priscilla was disappointed in Jane,
but Miss Priscilla's ideas on many things
were likely to suffer metamorphoses 1t
was only now that this quixotic lady was
beginning to realize the entire consequences
of all she had done for the sake of Letty's
boy. When danger and disgrace had
doomed large and terrible above him, her
only thought had been, was there time to
save him, and would the sacrifice OF her
whole fortune be enoughl But when the
deed was done. when the culprit had sailed
scathless away, and when she was left to
break to her friends the story of her changed
fortunes, then she realized the import and
consequences of her action.
The old life, the life Of prosperous, easy
independence was over; she was beggar,
or but little better-one who fronts the
world to ask something at its hands. Her
small stock of powers and possibilities was
now to be brought to judgment-and what
were her powers and possibilities Old
fashioned acc mplishments, antiquated cru
dition, half-forgotten sciences, whose very
outlines later developments had obliterated.
As Mr.. Horribly had said, she was ages be-
hind the times. But it was too late to think
of this now; too late to remember her shy
ness her spinster timidity; too late to re-
gret her quiet life, and simple pleasures and
small sphere of usefulness. She had sacri-
feed all this to LetJy's son, who, perhaps,
scarcely thanked her, and she had no alter
native now but to accept the consequences
Of her action
Mr.. Thomas Horribly sat at breakfast in a
large, luxurious dining and Mrs.
Thomas Horribly looked large and luxurious
herself. She wore gown of conspicuous
pattern and had bits of color interspersed in
the laces of her cap, and many rings ON her
plump hands.
Opposite was her husband, the rector's
brother, n man who asserted himself seldom.
On either hand were the young Hornbys,
who asserted themselves often.
The silver urn was Kissing vigorously, and
the other pieces of plate caught the suns
rays a. they came broadly through the open
window. Mr.. Tom was reading the news
paper; Mrs. Tom was giving lessons in de-
pertinent 10 her offspring, who received in
struction as reluctantly as is the won't of
youth. It was only as Mr.. Tom was about
to take his way toward the omnibus that
would bear him to the city, that his wife ad-
dressed him.
II have had letter from your brother
George, to-day"
Mr.. Tom stopped in mid-career.
~Indeedi George is not a great corre-
spondent"
"No but, like ether people, he can write
when he wants anything"
HAS be been begging Of you, for another
pct hobby" Mr.. Tom smiled family, as
people do with whom smiles are rare.
"Not this time, but he has some woman on
his hands, and he wants me to dispose of
her."
"A woman Georgeln
A flicker of amusement played over Mrs.
Toms face.
~SOme person in his parish has got into
trouble; a lady, he says, who has been COM
fortably provided for, but has chosen to be-
stow her fortune on a worthless relative and
so finds herself, in middle life, at the mercy
of the world Serve her right. say L l can