The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-31


thought proper"
Walter was grateful, and said, what
n comfort TO have n lady on ones sideV'
II would rather have gentleman on
mine" said Julia. laughing.
| MIR. Bell wrote n discreet reply. He
would wait till the Assizes-six weeks
delay-and then wrote To the Colonel,
postponing his visit. This he did, and
promised to look up eases meantime.
But these two allies not only bafled
| their irascible chief; they also humored
him 20 the full. They never mentioned
| the name of BARLEY and they kept Percy
Fitzroy out of sight In spite of his re-
monstfances, and. In word, they made
the C0lonel's life 80 smooth that he
| thought he was going 90 have his own
way In everything, and he improved In
| health and spirits: for you know IL is
an old saying, always get your own
| way, and you'll never die In pet"
And then what was still n totterlng
situation was kept on It's legs by the
sweet character and gentle temper OF
Mary BARLEY.
We have already mentioned that she
was superior 10 most women In the
habit OF close attention 10 whatever she
undertook. This was the real key to
| her facilityin languages, history music,
Il
fessor called female gymnastics. The
! flexible creatures limbs were In secret
steel. She cohld go thirty feet up n
slack rope hand over hand with wonder
| ful ease and grace, and hang by one
| hand for ten minutes 90 kiss the other
TO her friends. SO the very day she was
surprised into consentlng to marry Wal
ter secretly she sat down TO the Mar
rage Service and learned 1t all by heart
directly. and understood most of IL.
by this means she realized that now
she had another man 20 obey rs we'll rs
her father. SO now, when Walter press
| ed her for secret meetings, she said,
| submissively, "Oh yes, II you insist"
She even remarked that she concluded
clandestine meetings were the natural
consequence of clandestine marriage.
She used to meet her husband in the
day when she could, and often for five
| minutes under the moon. And she
| even promised to spend two or three
days with him at the lakes if n safe OPP
portunity should occur. But for that
she stipulated that Mr.. Hope must be
absent.
Walter asked her why she was more
afraid of Mr.. Hope than of her father.
Her eyes seemed to look inward dim
ly, and at first she said she didn'tknow.
But after bordering the matter little
she said, Because he watches me more
closely than papa, and that is because
You won't tell anybody?"
mo"
Not soul, upon your hon0rp'
Not a soul, dearest, upon my honor"
"Well, then, because he loves me
more"
"Oh, comet" said Walter, incredulous-
ly.
But Mary would neither resign her
| opinion nor pursue subject which
puzzled and grieved her.
We have now indicated the peaceful
tenor of things in Derbyshire for
period of some months. We shall have
to show by-and-by that elements of dis
/ cord were accommodating under the sur
face; but at present we must leave Der
byshire, and deal very briefly with an
| other tissue of events, beginning years
ago, and running to adate three months,
at least, ahead of Colonel Clifford's re-
covery The reader will have no reason
to regret this apparent interruption.
Our tale hitherto has been rather slug
gish; but it is in narrative as it is in ma
ture, when two streams unite their
forces the current becomes broader and
stronger.
Leonard Monckton wass to Penton-
vile, and after some years transferred
to Portland. In both places he played
the game of an old hand; always kept
his temper and carnied everybody, es-
pecially the chaplain and the turnkeyS.
These last he treated as his only mas
ters; and if they gave him short weight
in bread or meat, catch him making
matters worse by appealing to the gov
ernor. Toward the end of this time at
Pentonville he had some thought of
suicide, but his spirits revived at Port
land, where he was cheered by the con-
versatiOn of other villains. Their name
was legion: but as he never met one of
them again, except Ben Burnley, all
| those miScreants are happily irrelevant.
And the reader need not fear an intro
duction to them, unless he should find
himself garrOted in some dark street or
/ suburb. or his home rifled some dark
and windy night. AS for Ben Burnley,
) he was from the North country, inn
prisOned for conspiracy and manslaugh-
ter in an attack upon non-uniOn miners.
Toward the end of his time he made an
attack upon a warder, and got five years
more. Then Monckton showed him he
was fool, and explained to him his
own plan of conduct and babe him
observe how popular he was with the
warders, and reaped all the favor they
dared to show him.
HE treated me like a dog said the
man. sullenly.
,. Il saw it" said Leonard. and if 1
had been you | would have said moth
ing. but waited till my time was out,
and then watched for him till he got his
2 day out, and settled his hash. That is
the way for your sort. AS for me, kill
: ing is a poor revenge; it is too soon
| over. Do you think l don't mean to be
revenged on that skunk BARLEY, and
| | above all on that scoundrel Hope, who
t planted the swag in my pockets, and lei
l me into this hole for fourteen years.
Then, with all his self-command, ht
3 burst into torrent of curses, and his
9 pale face was CHASTITY with hate, and hi:
8 eyes glared with demoniac fire, for he'll
l ragged in his heart.
Just then warder approached, and tt
Burnley's surprise, who did not see hin
coming, Monckton said, gently; @An(
therefore, my poor fellow, do just con