The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-01-06

morrow"
"Yes; and 1 was glad to hear it. as 1 am
compelled to 60 myself, and as q matter of
course il will be much more pleasant to
travel with good company than alone"
will IL be necessary for you TO remain in
New York long. Arthur" Lima asked.
''OnIy long enough to sign a deed TO a
piece of property | I'm going TO sell, and see
that my other affairs are all right, which
will take me several hours"
"You will wait for him, Give? A few
hours sooner or later can make no differ
eDce."
Certainly we will wait for him. / can
not do too much for q friend Of yours"
Soon after this Arthur took his leave,
promising to see them again in the evening.
We will now leave the bride and groom of
four weeks to pack their trunks aud prepare
to return to America-dear old America, the
home of the brave and the free
CHAPTER ~.
Two weeks have elapsed since Meta re.
ceived ner fathers last letteX She has re-
ceived two from Eugene-such tender, low
ing letters. so full of sympathy and hope for
their future happiness. She is now able to
walk around with q little help from Gertie
or Flo. But how changed she Isl Her hair
is cut close to her head, and she is a mere
shadow of her former self.
To day she looks almost like a vision,
dressed IN a white wrapper, with a bunch of
blue iorget-me-nots at her throat. On her
finger sparkled a beautiful diamond ring, a
present from Eugene. It is evening; she has
thrown a scarlet shawl around her shoulders
and is sitting on the porch alone, watching
the sunset. She thought she heard the sound
OF carriage wheels coming up the graveled
drive. Who could it be? The Doctor, of
course. AS the carriage stopped at the door
a man jumped out, whom she recognized at
once.
oh, papa pspal' she exclaimed, stagger.
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he not rushed to her in time to catch her in
his strong arms. He did not thiBk OF his
wife then-hOw could he? As this strong
man noticed the change in bis darling. the
great tears rolled down his cheeks, and he
was not conscious of anything except that
be held her once more to his breast. They
need not tell him of how i'll she has been;
her looks tell enough. He carried her into
the drawing room, and gently placed her on
q lounge, as if afraid the least jar would in
jure her.
Arthur and Lima were on the porch wait
ing TO be welcomed by the master OF Wood
ruf Hall. At length he remembered, and
feeling ashamed of his negligence, hastened
to bis wife and her guest.
Forgive my negligence, Lima; welcome
home, dear wife. and you too, Mr.. Braden,
j hope will consider this your home ga long
as your business will allow YOU TO remain
with us. All, Gertie, l am glad Ito see you.
My wife, Miss Harris, and our friend Mr..
BTadsn.n
Mrs. Woodruff bowed coldly in recognition
OF this introduction, while Mr.. Braden took
Gertie'e hand and shook it warmly as il he
Liked her at first sight and wanted her for a
friend. Passing on into the drawing.room
where Meta lay, Mr.. Woodruff led them up
to her. Poor girl, how was she TO live
through that trying ordeal2
Meta, my darling, here is some one else
waiting to receive your welcome"
so l see. Mrs. Woodruff, l can say moth
iDg. except that my fatL or's wife can not be
otherwise than welcome to his home"
Thank you, Miss Meta. Allow me to in
tToduce to you my friend Mr.. Braden."
Miss woodruff, / am most happy IN hay
ing the pleasure of meeting one whom |
have heard so much about" As he ex.
tended his hand she gave him hers very re-
luciantly. Lins noticed this and resolved
TO punish her for il.
Now, my darling. tell me why you did
not write to me, or have some one TO write
in your place." said Mr.. Woodruff rs he
took her thin, white hands in his W broad
palms.
"For three weeks I was not conscious of
anything. Ii was only when we received
your last letter that DR.. Grey informed me
that he had written several letters to you,
but bad not received an answer to either of
them"
"lt is strange indeed, that l did not re-
ceive them. OF course they must have been
lost" said Mr.. Woodruff, with astonishment.
At this point of the conversation Mrs.
Woodruff asked to be shown her room, as she
was tired and worn out. Arthur also
pleaded fatigue, and went to his room. Mr..
Woodruff very readily complied with their
request, anC all three ascended the broad
stairway arm-in-arm. the true hush and and
his false wife, the unhappy lover and his
lost love.
Lima, we will dispose of Mr.. Brade n first.
Here We are, Braden. Remember if there is
anything you want ring for it," Then he
led his wife to the other end of the long ball
to the rooms which were once Meta's
mothers, and which had not been o coupled
since her death. The first they ent cred was
a large, airy sitting room, hand somely fur
nlshed with velvet carpet. large, easy, Grim.
son chairs, lace curtains, and q lou nge stand
ing near the window. Above the mantle
hung Metals portrait, painted when she was
3 small child. How beautiful she is; her
little bare feet peeping out from underneath
her embroidered skirt, her shoulders and
aims bare. In this room everything ia per-
feet. Drawing aside the curtains from the
arch which separates this room from the
next, she stepped into a bedroom hung in
crimson and gold. These rooms could not
fail to satisfy the taste of the most refined
lady.
How do you ike your, rooms Lin ap'
asked MI. Woodruff.
They. could not please me more,' she
answered. seating herself in an easy chair"
Are you going down stairs AGAIN."
Yes, l can not rest until / know that
Meta is wanting for nothing. Poor child,
how changed she Isl Supper will be ready
soon; l will return for you" and he left her
to 60 to his daughter.
Mean while Meta has been telling Gertie,
Of all her sorrow, grief and trouble, and was
crying bitterly when her father entered the
room.
why are you crying, my darling? Are
you sorry that ] have returned homer
"Oh papa how can you be so cruel. when
you know that / am never happy when you
are out OF my sight; but, papa, answer me
this one question. Are you happy with herr"
Why should / not be? She does every.
thing in her power to make me so; and, Meta,