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

mother with tired flush on her down bent
face Mrs. Baines was surreptitiousiy mapping,
with q look of profound wisdom.
Rose gave startled glance over her shoulder.
and blushed little at sight of Wardlow com
ing toward her.
Il was so disappointed not to have that walk
yesterday" he began, in stage whisper. IL
looked for you this morning, but your father
Il was very sorry Rose murmured with a
sigh; but mustn't speak now, or mother will
wake up. She always wakes up if I stop read
ing
Please don't l would like to talk, but l
mustn't"
May sit down and lstenl will be quiet !"
20 yes, but you will be so bored, it is.
There. knew mother would awake!' for that
good lady gasped rolled her eyes, and looked
wildly about her. With quick movement Rose
patted her mothers hands while she proceeded
with that thrilling discourse justification by
Faith or Works which the theological
stumbling block in mothers existence
Warlow listened with half closed eyes, leaning
comfortably back in his arm chair, and for once
in his career the venerable author was found to
be quite too short, as Rose closed the book with
a sigh of relief.
Dear fellow has he had his sayln Jack asked,
leaning forward-mother was still sleeping.
But permit me- Miss Baines; do you never read
anything else?"
When mother is ever and ever so fast asleep.
| read this. You won't laugh at me if l show it
to your
Laugh at anything you do, Miss Baines!' He
took the little book she held out to him, and a
bright smile crossed his face.
"Shakspeare's Sonnets! My own eternal
standby! Don't you call that very curious CO.
incidence, Miss Banesa"
Your standby, too, Mr.. Wardlow9 How nice.
| was afraid you might think / was making be-
lieve. don't think it seems natural in me to
De so fond of them"
Il think it would be natural in you to love
everything that is beautiful"
He looked into her smiling face
DO you believe in having your fortune told!"
She shook her head
Il do. There is strong vein of superstition
in me- l wonder what fate your Shakespeare has
in store for me! haven't done this sort of thing
for fifteen years. | was fourteen years old then
and very much in love with girl Of twenty i've
There, III not try to cheat: so l open the book
and choose as my fortune the last two lines on
the left-hand page"
He glanced at the place. and the blood rushed
up to his face.
will you not tell me what it is9"
II always tell the truth, he murmured, looking
the truth. Two hundred and fifty wears ago
Shakespeare already knew what was to happen to
me. and l told you that | am superstitious
Shakespeare is to blame, not l, yet yield very
willingly to my fate.
For nothing this wide universe call
Save thou, my Rose, in it thou art my ALL"
A startled look came into the girls face, and
she turned to mother, who, at that very moment
awoke in Slight temper.
You don't read distinctly as you used to-
Rose Mrs. Baines said, rather pettishly: 'or
perhaps, don't hear we'll l didn't ev en- hear
you come in, Mr.. Wardow. Sometimes think
justification is by one way, and sometimes by
the other. He is considered very learned-I
wish he were clearer | really think | know as
much about it now as [ did before y which was
very likely, as Mrs. Baines had been fast asleep
all the time.