The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-08-01
will come out ike the denouement of play.

turned in at Gibson's A flashing bulls eye
splashed broken lights against the dark house,
the struggle of backing ND had not subsidized, but
Phil Stevenson had already leared out and was
rushing, with white, anxious face, straight to
the front door Mr.. Belts cut him off, and laid
hand on each of his shoulders.
"Philip, come down the piazza with me-"
For heavens sake" cried Philip what's the
matter with my wife! Is she ILL., Has she been
| hurt! Let me 20 to her! as be tried to wrench
| away.
Yes, yes. No, no, not ill., answered Mr.,
Belts, soothingly. Don't go yet" and he urged
him along in the shadow, while Mrs Whipple
came up and hemmed him in the other side.
Don't detain me-" said Stevenson in great
distress. Il must go to my wife's room at
once"
No" spoke Mrs. whipple, imperatively.
''she's not there"
mot therer exclaimed Philip
Then Mr. Belts struck in with "No-ahemi
she is-she is land ne watched that little orna-
mental door anXious y)-she ls--coming out to
you here"
Yes" said the widow, pressing upon his arm,
'sit down. She will-she wll-be here pres
emily.
"Confound t!' Philip blazed out whats all
this mystery! She not to be agtated and she's
Ill. and she's not ILL., then she's coming here and
- Who's i'll that room at this hour?" he
asked sharply, as he heard whispers behind him
''Nobody--nobody," Mrs. Whipple assured him
blandly. BE quiet"
Nonsense; | won't" he answered. what the
devil and he was about rushing away. when
long, low whistle pierced the night, there was
the stirring of small door not far off, and Mr.
Belts hoarsely CALCULATED She's coming Look
watch, but don't move: don't speak. Drop back
into the shadow. So"
Confused, by such strange behavior, Philip did
keep minutes silence.
The door stirred again, it softly opened and
there gded out tall, 1.-the figure too fatally
familiar to that poor, dazed husband, and to
every eye that secretly Witnessed the scene
One fair hand grasped the glittering gauze of the
Eastern scarf-an opal ring-caught stray
beam of light and flashed it, as if in mockery.
into his very face. The other hand gathered up
the beautiful maize -colored dress which Edith
had worn that night at dinner.
Edith" crie0 tie husband sprngng forward.
But his friends were too quick for him. The
word faint enough from his distress and per-
pexity, stifed by Mrs. Whipples fat hand.
which she clapped over his mouth. Mr. Belts
held him firmly about the waist, Whispering as
he struggled BE calm; here comes the lover"
The loverY" Philip spurted out between Mrs.
Whipples fingers
Hush Be quiet she admonished He is
the handsome German who leads the band. She
has met him in this way four times"
There a struggle while Stevenson man
fully pommelled right and left, then, standing
free. stammered out with q rousing oath: What
fendish nonsense-what jugglery-are you play
ing upon me!"
The lovers, meanwhile, had met and were going
swiftly across the lawn. Mr. Belts grimly
pointed after them. Your wife is covering your
name with infamy Look, now, and deny it"
Their two slhouettes could be against the
whiteness of the road and plainly, their arms
were close locked.
"Oh! Philip" cried Mrs Whipple. ''my
poor boy, no good could come of that bold mar
riage notice-just Stevenson Barnwen. Dread
full! But surprise her, convict her Come, we
can overtake them"
Hold your tongue!" shouted Stevenson; then
IIol<
remember what say. y'wate has some hon
est or charitable reason for these strange meet
ings She will make explanation" Then he
quickly started in pursuit.
'Explanation?" echoed Mrs Whipple. "Oh
you poor, deIuded being" and she puffed along
by his side, while Mr.. Belts held his arm
and some shadowy forms followed at safe dis
tances.
The guilty couple, conscious of discovery.
paused; but Bauscher. desperate, urged his com
panion forward and just as he enforced his areu-
ment by clasping her waist Philip Stevenson laid
a heavy hand her shoulder. The wretched
woman covered and hid Der face
''Oh! you outrageous creature, we've caught
you at last" screamed Mrs Whippe.
Edith" said Philip, his voice trembling
little.
She rose to her full hight two beautiful
white arms were stretched toward heaven. the
draperies fell away. heart broken wall rent
the air and through her pale lips come the
words:
"Och! Howly murther, its the masther him
| self"
Mr.. Stevenson stepped back to survey her,
| then remarked quietly:
'Oho! Margaret, so it's you, dressed in your
| mistress clothes"
| "Och! sorr" faltered the ACCOMPLISHED ]adv's
maid. in the fright forgetting all words but her
| broadcast vernacular, II hold up the tail O. the
| gown, sure We jist going till dance
| beyant in the beer garden and-and-Tm very
nate an pertker wild the dresses, sorr, and they
| jist fits me, they does, and-and-"
Take off that ring" ordered Mr.. Stevenson,
| sternly, and the opal was promptly handed over.
| Now the scarf" Margaret, between cries of
| "Howly murther' and Don't have me arrlsted,
| sorr," unwoundit
| Now" he said, turning to the German, when
| this young woman takes Mrs. StevenSon's dress
| off you may marry her at once
| ''Vat you gvin' mes' responded Bauscher.
You tink / marry efery girl vat takes to a
| tanse and calls schatZel Not mooch' and the
| good looking handmaster turned on his heel.
"Ow! We desavin' divl!' screamed Margaret,
shaking her fist after him. Sure, he was afther
| sayin' l was purifier than the mistress herself
| and was q rale lady, so I was; and that proud
! he was of dancn wit the best dressed gurrul in
the room. Bad luck till him ntoirely!" Then,
| suddenly the creature turned to spit out her
! fury upon Mrs. Whipple. "Ow We ovid desate-
| full hussy, spyin' on a daysint gurrul for to
ruin her character. Ow, We ovid disreputable
| famale."
Hold your tongue, inlpertinence," said Mrs.
Whipple.
Il won't. I'll spake out and disgrace We" she
yelled Sure last Friday night when the
watchmans loght passed beyant, didn't | We
a snuggin' up cost in corner wild ovid Msther
Belts? Oh, shame yese both" Confronting
that dignifed gentleman, she thrust her hand
| some, impudent face right under his delicate
nose.
Mr. Belts calculated: "Scandalous creature.
I'll have you-have you properIy-properly pun
| ished," while he glanced nervously over his
| shoulder, conscious that some people had crept
near enough to hear every word Of the girls
strident utterance.
The Waterman can prove it all, she went on.
Says he. Margaret, says he, Wildly Whipple
comes stain out to dark corner on the piazza
at mdn ght and she be's a. huggin' ovid Belts.
More sh anne 20 'em at their age SAYS he"
MIR. Belts made several wild gestures, gave out
some inarticuate sounds; then, as Margaret