The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-01
MURDERED.

oon MINK can let her CO. selo mr..
Cleve, shaking his nee over and over again,
while his eldest daughters letters lay in his
lap, and the spectacles yet poised judicislly
on his nose
The November wind was bowling dis
mally through the boughs OF the huge old
sycamore trees which overhung the far N
house chimneys, and the first snow fakes OF
the season were beginning to futter mistily
through the air, and Alice Cleve had just
come from the postolice with letter from
her married sister-Fsrmer Cleve's daughter
by his rat wife, who had married a rich
lawyer and gone to live in the city years ago,
and Who was nearly old enough to Ds the
mother of The blue eyed darling of the farm.
er's old age.
"Oh, let her go, father" said Mrs. Cleve
the second, who stood In a sort of admiriDg
awe OF her wealthy and aristocretic step.
daughter only think of il, father, win.
ter in New York and the child has never
been out of Pine Hills in all her days."
Little Alice crept closer 10 her fathers
side, with blue eyes aglow and lips wreathsd
into radiant smiles.
Papa, may go2'
'Do you want to go and leave your old
father, Puss?'
"Psps-Nol It isn't that, you know
with q reproachful hug aud kiss-"bat
/ should 30 like 10 visit Marian, and see the
great, beautiful city,"
The father shook his iron gray head.
'Not so beautiful place as you may think
1t, my girl bat don't know bat | should
ha' felt the same ct your age There anl't
no putting old heeds Young shoulders,
and / don't reckon should like the arrange
ment IL there vasl How much money do yc=
want to fjt the child ont, mother? Will a
hundred dollars do?'
"a hundred dollars" Alice clasped her
hands IN breathless surprise and delight at
her fathers liberality. "Oh, papa l shall
be dressed like aqueenlp
But in spite OF all her raptures at the pros
pect OF a city csmps'go, Alice Cleve cried
heartily when che parted from her father at
the depot, with the old buffa. o-draped cutter
standing by, and DolPs shaggy head rubbing
against her shoulder, as If even her equine
nature we're moved st the prospect of seeing
her little mistress no more
You'll not forget Us all, Pussl"
Papa, don't want 10 gor' sobbed Alice
let me return home with you"
Nonsense nonsense cried the farmer,
cheeriiy. And what would become of the
new blue silk dress, and the white kid gloves
that were 81 30 psir?"
And Alice was laughing through her tears
as the cars bore be away through the winter
twilight. Her tears, indsed! What were
they 10 the scslding drops thar stood on the
old msR's wrlnkled cheess, ~ he drove back
through the gray dusk, II the home which
seemed cOuoy dss0lete now,
Mrs Garfield was delighted with her little
rustic blossom OF a sister.
Ny dear" she said. yen are Just like
one OF my ies-rose buds. Wait uutil l get
yen son sihiDg decsnt to wear, and I shall
have Won The fss mon at once
But Marian said Alice shylY. as she
glanced round 1T the newly unpacksd gar
msnts scattered about her, 81 have some
besutiful things already
'P0obl said Mrs. Gaiii9ld elavating her
arist0csaiic nose. Keep nose for the back
woods country dIsssnaker, aud goods
half ol1 Yen are too pretty
Alicia mia not 10 be set fl by the best ad-
vsntages
Yes, bat Narlen." and Alice bIushed
deepiy. We can not afford
III SEQ 20 that" SAID VI Garfield, with
smiling daspofism. Aud Alice could only
laugh and snbmit.
l. tile Alice Cleve was liks grown up doll
to her elder sister Mrs. Garfield Tobed her
In giistening silks, hung Jewels on her throat
ana arms, wreothed chaplets of costly flowers
in her hair, and throned her queen OF love
and beauty.
''Oh, Marian" cried Alice, this is like
living in fairy land all the while. I am so
happy. But it seems strange to be dancing
in q crowded room, with people all about
me, at the time when used to be fast asleep
10 bed and dreaming!"
my dear, that's only because you are a
country girl"
"And-mind, Marian, only ask bscaus
l am so ignorant and foolish-are you sur
1t 10 riRht for me- to dance those roun
dances with gentiemans arm go tight roun .
my WAIST l am afraid mamma would no
like it,
You little unsophisticatsd piece OF SIM
plicuyl Don't everybody e.se Go 50? laughed
Mrs. Garfield
Yes but"
"TheD Of course it's right. Get your hat
and we'll drive up TO the park this bright
afternoon. My goodness, child What have
you brought down that hideo- worsted
scarf fos2'
''Msmma knit it; it is to tie over my ears
on cold day like this" said Alice, coloring
scarlet.
Mrs. Garfield burst out laughing.
IA pretty figure vod would cut on Fifth
avenue with your head tied up like news
boy she exclaimed. mo. my Alice, your
dimpled little profile is too pretty to be OBJ
scured by any such moustrositiesn
but / shall take cold F"
Nonsense, child Nobody thinks OF wear
ing such a thiDgp'
And Alice yielded to Mrs Gar6eld's super
iCr exper;er &C.
She went 10 a soiree that same night. with
pearIy shoulders bare, save for q web like
covering OF white tulle. and beautiful feet
incased in rose. cOiored silk stockings sad
n CO slippers with Gilt heels and rosettes of
Iscs, careless OF The wintry storm that no Slsd
without
Its only running across tho pavement,
and you are safe in the csrrisge" said Mrs.
Garfield. Nobody thinks OF wearing rub
bers or thick 81 )ckipgsl'
Alice was o little hOsrse the next day, but
Mrs Garfield took her TO an opera matinee,
all the same.
"EverI body will be there 10 hear PareE q
for the last Tina" she said. aud Mr. De-
lancey will 5e d.eadfuly disa ppointed IL you
Stay away, do believe he's in love with
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