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

now, yet l can not do as you ask. / will not
allow her TO read in my face the pain 1 feel
in giving up my mothers place to her"
Then | suppose / will have to do Ii my.
self" he said, taking the keys and placing
them in his pocket, and DIRE " q long brea. b
after they were out OF sight.
Can il be that he regrets his marriage?
No, not yet; but there was something about
Ii which bothered him: be did not feel at
ease with his own daughter.
Papa, did you ~meet-him-I mean Eu-
gene, in LOndon?' she asked hesitatingly.
NO, / did not have time to think OF him.
Mr.. Braden saw him. Do you correspond
with him7"
eyes; and in his letters he tells me all
about bis travels, which makes them very in
terestiDg. They are now in Paris. You are
Dot angry with him, are you, dear papa?''
she asked hesitatingly.
mo, yet / would rather you did not write
to him; but do as you like. / feel sure of
one thing, th%ough-that be will never return
to America a single man. Braden saw him
at one of the London theaters with a hand
some young lady, whom he sfterward learned
was his cousin. What is the matter, my
darliDg2' be asked, as he noticed the sudden
pallor OF her face and her quivsring lips. not
conscious that his " words were the cause.
Nothing, except that it is too warm in
here; take me out on the porch where l can
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and ouiveTing lips.
He did not allow her to walk, bat carried
her out and held her in his strong arms I'M
til Gertle wheeled a chair out for her; then
placing her in il seated himself on a stool by
her side. They were more like lovers than
father and daughter. so devoted we're they TO
each other.
Mr.. Woodruff had no time to think of his
wife then he had eyes and ears for no one
now but Meta. She Yves telling him of her
long and tedious fight with the fever, from
which she had not yet fully recovered; OF
how devotedly Gertie and DR.. Grey had
watched over her; nor did she forget to tell
him OF how kind Flo and the other servants
bad been. Gertie had gone to the kitchen to
see that everything was in order for tea, for
that kind, gentle girl had had full charge of
the house since she had first entered it. An
hour passed by rapidly; the bell rang for tea,
but Meta and her father did not hear it.
Arthur Braoen, much improved in appear
ance and MISUNDERSTANDING to q short nap
was down in the parlor, waiting for the mas
ter of the hall to invite him out to tea. But
where is Lima? She was dressed and had
been waiting sometime for her husband.
She felt very angry with him.
Il will go down by myself. Why should
/ care, am | not mistress here?' She did 90
down, and on entering the parlor was
greatly surprised to find Arthur alone.
What, all alone, Arthur
Yes, and l must acknowledge that 1 feel
dull. and an glad you have come. This
much have to say, that We will bs thrown
almost entirely upon our own resources tor
any enjoyment we may find here"
You will find that you are mistaken, al
though l should like it much better"
You are looking splendid, Lima; come, I
must have one kiss"
mot here, Arthur; the very walls have
eyes and ears" she whispered.
"Oh nonsense, Lima, there-that is right.
Where is C.ive?"
How unfortunate for Lima Woodruff that
Flo saw her enter the parlor. and, quick as
thought, teG around TO one of the windo VS.,
and at that very moment was peeping
through the Stats of the shutters.
81 am going to find ont. 1 do not mean
to put no with this neglect. l Intend to be
first with him, and teach that daughter of
his her place. 1 will not be gone long," AS
she turned to leave the room, Mr.. Woodruff
entered hastily. Gertie had told him that
supper was ready, and Flo came rushing up
to him, and in her excitement over what
had occurred in the psrlor said: "Ole Ma
son, or 'scuse me sab, / mean oe new mis-.
tress, am in de parlor waitin' TO- you"
Lima. pardon your forgetful husband,
and you, too, Mr.. Braden, l hope will excuse
my neglect" said Mr.. Woodruff, greatly am
barraSsed.
lTo BE CoNTINUED.l