The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-30
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n kUaANCE Ot THE 4. Il. n. q.


"Whnt shall va 90 lhIa wetkfp Querled
Lisa throwing herself into an easy chair,
after On unsuccessful attempt 10 bs content
atthe piano. looked nt the pretty, impa.
tient girl with III amused smile, and out at
the stofm that had spoiled our plans of pleas-
ant drives through the lovely warm fall days
and cool. moon.lit nights. Then my eyes
wandered hack Ia her. What q pretty girl
she was. and how we'll the little frogn be.
tween her brows became her. hal known
her family from my childhood bat had
never tten much OF her, and this was har
first visit 10 tue little clnDtry home where
lept hcu,e for John, my farmer brother. He
was In New York then on bueinesp.
II dent know, dear SAID slowly, tho
weather has changed all my plans for your
enjoyment There IL the Chautauqus," I
continued, little doubtfullY, for knew she
had not been brilliant or even thoughtful
student at school, and feared she would
take no pleasure In tho work that OIL cd pleas.
antly 60 many OF my lonely hours.
ut 10 very interesting to you, no doubt"
che said. as paused, "but l fancy II would
be dry TO me-"
self in more comfortable position, and TAX.
ing one OF the last "sommer novels" was
soon absorbed in Its contents. Duriug the
silence which followed finished one row on
new tidy l was maxing Presently abe
said, as though no break had occurred in the
conversation, "How many members has your
society. Aadge?'
I'VE had several members" l answered,
Inc D.
with their escorts, formed our COW little
-Chautauqua Circle, but we are all scattered
this year, and now that John is gone, there
will be only Mr.. Estbridge and myself un-
less Esther Miller comes"
who Ia this DIR. Estbridge" she asked.
IA friend of Johns. Lissa. You must
have heard him speak OF Archie
.Oh, yesl" che xclaimsd, sitting up with
funny little smile; "he IL the one Jack told
me not TO fiirt WITH"
That was only Johns nonsense" said,
smiling II spite OF myself 81 the altered ex.
preston on her face II think yoo would
ind IL quite impossible 10 draw Archie Est
bridge into fiIitstion."
We'll see" she returned with a provok.
ing little smile, - she came over to the low
cocks beside my work basket. Picking up
one, "rhe Art OF speech by Alfred Town.
thisF;' ''s -A 40" ''' nave you sea0 IN
The book mark will show you," I an-
swered. However, think you would find
This one more interesting. and handed her
Abbotts charming little history OF Cyrus
and Alexander. She looked up quickly "a
though sbe OWNED my thought, and then
SAID little sharply, Thank you, Madge
but think can understand this"
ssiu nothing but thought she would soon
Ire OF IL srd return 10 the pretty trihng
story she had been reading. 1 was mistaken
TOT she SAT long time with the book on the
taple peicie her. Ter cheeS resting IN her
p!etty p'pk palm, and her foot gently tap.
ping the noor. As the afternoon wors or and
sWihent Grew near, lit the drop light and
o,ew the shutters. LISA had not spoken for
over an hour and she had turned the leaves
OF the book slowly as though reading
thouehtfully. She did not raise her head
now Gas ! moved Quietly around ths
room, and rose reluctantly when
the tea bell rang and 1 suggested
that Ncrahs mullins would get cold IL We
didn't 60 at once. She was very quiet At the
table, quite unlike her bright sunny self
Was much amused ut the change, and won.
dered how long the thoughtful mood vould
continue. ] bad to acknowledge to mvself
that the earnest look was very becoming to
her. At the close Of the meal she arose.
paused into the psrlor and Sat dswn at the
piano. Coming In shortly after. found her
diligently practic!ng new and rather diff
cult sonata Quietly ignoring the fact that
abe had scarcely spoken to mo for several