The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-02-21
CHAPTER III.

Wardlow climbed the narrowest of zigzaa
streets. that wound uphill like corkscrew. 1t
led him to a moldy square, paved with cobble-
stones, and made more dim by row of linden
trees that backed up against an ancient weather
beaten church.
| The yellow leaves were beginning to fall, and
young person in red cloak was absenty col
| Letting them with the end of huge cotton UNI
brela till they lay in withered heaps at her feet
Wardlow, with an involuntary exclamation,
looked up and down the square as IT recOnnoiter
Ng, and in three strides he was beside her.
why, Miss Baines, you here all alone9"
Miss Baines appeared to check desire to run
away; but she only looked past him. then down
at the umbrella, and at last her eyes rested on
| the familiar shawl over her arm.
Il have lost father" she said, and was silent.
by Jove, happy accident" Jack thought.
| LAS luck-I mean i'll luck-will have it. :" he said
| aloud, Il cannot find him. l was to meet him
here; ne wished me to 60 with him to Dubois's
watch factory"
and then he went away. | suppose he meant
me to wait for him. He has been gone some
time.
"Would-would you be willing to take walk
now. Miss Baines9'
oh must not"
''You know we have tried eight times but
your father insisted on going in your stead"
Father wishes to see everything"
Hang him! yes" thought her companion.
II think she added regretfully, The has seen
| all he wants to of Geneva
They were silent a moment, when from the
| open door OF the church there swept out the
| deep, full tones of the organ.
Perhaps" Wardlow ventured, ''if you will
| not take a walk you will at least come into the
church and sit down. Your father will be sure
to look in; he expects me also. you know. You
must be tired; let me take the shawl"
Rose gave in, and Jack pushed back the rusty
iron gate to let her pass.
1t was a gray old church, with stone pave
ment. much worn; rough straw chairs were piled
up against the pillars, and a point of red light
burned before the funereal and deserted nigh
altar. In rambling gallery, at the back, the
organist was playing in desultory fashion, and
the only other living creature about was an an
cient chore woman, who was sweeping the floor
A few patches of scarlet and gold lay on the
worn pavement. where the daylight fell through
a painted window, and there was still a faint
odor of incense in the air.
Wardlow placed a couple of chairs in the
shadow of pillar, and for moment thew sat
there without speaking
$50 your father has seen all he wants of Ge-
neva" Wardlow broke the silence.
1T doesn't take him long He goes to work
SO practically don't know where the time has
gone You know we've been here nearly two
weeks"
And SO in day or two you will be gone. and
shall we never see each other again?" he asked
leaning forward.
Her eyes fell before his earnest gaze.
Il hope So" she whispered at last.
Hope sop
What more can I say" she asked taking a
deep breath
They were quite in twilight, and the music
swept softly past them
Tiff we should ever meet again, you wouldn't
be angry. would your
The dark eyes met his with shy reproach.
I'm going to Cologne in two or three weeks
There is to be some kind of great time there
well worth seeing; and if l could induce your
father to go there perhaps-perhaps we might
meet again."
Indeed, should like to see you again, Mr..
Wardlow You have been very kind to-us."
Again there was momentary silence, which
Jack broke:
Let me put the shawl under your feet: you
will be chilled" So, doubling up fathers sacred
shawl, he kneeled and placed it there with in
finite care; then, without a change of position,
he looked into her face as if he were arguing
with her and with himself.
There is no such thing as time to measure
by-there is only feeling, and, therefore, dare
speak to you
Il do rot understand, Mr. Wardlow."
Miss Baines-Ros e-forgive me if | speak
but the last two weeks have beer to me an
eternity, for II
.'Mr. Wardlow, spare yourself and me- - she
| cried, trying to rise and free her hand from hia
firm grasp
'Listen-I must speak Rose, my darling ]
love you"
20, Mr.. Wardlow, You are cruel! Think. YOU
have known me about two weeks bat she
looked down at him with faint smile touching
her lips. you would never think we'll of a
womap SO lightly won. Mr. Wardlow, if you
honor me, beg you to rise.
Il honor you more than all the world and
love you more he said. standing before her.
| whether know You two weeks or two years.
J 1t makes no difference TO me. | can only say