The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-09-19


at the door, and / want Arthur to come and
make a call with me-"
"Ha!' exclaimed Arthur, "are we going to see
the Pezzalin, the premiere at the operal
Nothing of the Sort answered Bib; I'VE
are going to call on some Americans. and you're
to say nothing of my life in the Quarter Latin,
and don't dare to whisper the word 'Bibi' Also,
you are to keep my true name. which you will
discover profound secret Swearl"
Arthur held up his right hand solemnly and
went off in high spirits.
For week missed him from his old haunts
Quatre Grenadiers knew him no more, and at
the bal Trefousse disconSolate fellows who had
counted on his generosity in beer and wine asked
after him anxiously. So one night l stopped at
mis- room He was quietly smoking pipe and
reading
Il missed you at the Trefousse' said.
'Its pity you hadn't missed me long ago" ne
answered pleasantly.
Reading and alone?' inquired.
Reading. and alone, he repeated. and except
what could guess from seeing easel by tine
window. learned nothing more Of how Arthur
was spending his time.
Now and then met Bib, +" who always nodded,
looked wise, and assured me- Everything is go
ing right with him"
Of course, Louise and Pauline were not in
clined to put up with this retirement, and one
day there was froufrou of draperies in the hall,
and they were beseiging Arthurs door
why don't you come to the 'Grenadiers now
adays?" asked Louise with her most bewitching
pout
100 busy, mademoisele, too busy" answered
Arthur, dabbing away at a background.
"Ah! And aren't you coming any morep in
quired Pauline, coaxiRgly.
mot just at present" and he began busting
about ''The fact is, I'm due quite at the other
side of the town in half an hour, so I'm obliged
to leave you. Sorry to be impoite," and. hold
ing the door open for them to pass out, he put
on his hat. went with them to the sidewalk and
from there promptly strobe away alone
/ reDOrtpE this dulv To Ribi who clanped her
hands In delight, saying; Il knew was right;
the poor fellow wanted help he wanted motive
for reform: he wanted stronger passion than
the passion for fictitious pleasures, and I've
found 1t for him. You see, knew the Motleys
at home and knew just what Mary Motley
was-beautiful, good and steadfast Arthur fell
in love with her at once. She has heard what
his life has been, and she will willingly risk her
wit and her love against his faults"
When next spent an hour with Arthur
ventured:
"You seem to have changed wonderfully"
Eyes, my dear boy" he answered, 1--WE turned
a photograph from his pocket. ''She's the
sweetest woman in the world, and I'm going to
live for her. and live better life"
Have you told her so!' | asked
mot yet. / can't go from the Quatre Grena
diers straight to shrine, can I? All" he went
on mournfully, II wish it had all come to me be-
fore, Charlie. Sometimes. even now, / can
hardly resist temptation. Only yesterday had
ID
this picture, dashed the stuff away. What
fend afflicted me with the cursed taste, won
ders There's my father, now, dean of the
Church of England, man Of strict life. Why,
son of his ought to be a moral hero My
fathers all conscience-actuay began to study
law in his youth, and left it suddenly for theol-
ogy, while Ian orgie draws me to it as some
helpless bit of seaweed is sucked into a whirl
pool. But Charlie and he laid hand on my
shoulder, Il have turned over a new leaf. See,
this is Mary's picture. Mary-what a home
sound the name has-Mary."
looked at the Photographic grave. honest.
beautiful face it showed me-just the woman to
be called Mary-just the woman to bring bless
ing and peace into poor Arthur's guilty and
reckless life
Of course there was to be famous ball on
New Years eve "a tremendous affair. Louise
and Pauline, and Manuel, and Octave and half
a dozen more stormed my room early in the
evening.
"Why," gasped Louise, fairly breathless with
excitement, 'therell be Chinese lanterns, and
there'll be gypsy band from Hungary ana
there'll be lot of coryphees from the the opera
and But we can't lose time; must find
Arthur and in moment she was pounding
away at his door
"Come in" he said Reluctantly, and forthwith
the whole jolly crowd over6owed the place, and
Octave, with much saving of the air, made a
speech.
Monsieur we, students and young ladies of
the Quarter Latin, feel ourselves very much
gOOQ
the past few weeks. and we beg that on the last
night of the old year you will make one of at
the Trefousse." Received with immense APP
pause and shrieks of delight.
my friends" said Arthur, I'm going away
tomorrow. You know I've only played at being
a student for the sake of the company in the
QUARTER Latin, but now I'm going to Dresden to
work at my painting, so must say goodbye"
Cries of ''Oh, oh. we didn't think it of YOU"
and persuasive mt rmers of "Dont CO." Then
Louise exclaimed, petulantly: "Wefl, you might
just come to order US some champagne and let
US drink to you a bon voyage"
1T would look rather churlish to refuse that"
answered Arthur, 80 I'm with you for one hour
no more"
"Nous etions trois d'moisell's de magasin
Bonns fill 8 aimant a rire.''
Sang the girls as we proceeded to the Trefousse
and being strongly reinforced on the way, we
came down on the place like tempest
Bib spiea Arthur as he appeared, and
she said to him, responsibility:
"You here?'
Never fear, Bib. I only came to order some
wine for the old camarades and I'm off again"
You won't" began Bib anxiousy
He understood her mo danger. i'm temp
tation proof I've turned over a new leaf for the
new year"
Arthur sat at table we'll back from the dane
ing floor, and as sundry thirsty friends came up
offered them wine, himself only touching the
glass to his lips. AT last he said, ''Weil, I've
taken Leave of almost everybody. and now l
must CO." He rose, and just as he did so Louise
came running towards him. Manuel was fol-
lowing close. his eyes blazing like living Goals.
The girl turned, and facing her lover. cried,
angry;
You are too jealous I will dance with whom
/ please"
Setting his teeth, the Spaniard sprang upon
her with an uplifted hand. She screamed,
grasped Arthurs arm and sheltered behind him.
There a CLEAN of steel. fall l thought
the wretch had stabbed her. but no; she
shreking down the ballroom. Manuel stood
wildly gesticuating held back by his friends
II meant that thrust for her." he Kissed. 'I'll
kin her yet" There a cry of who's hurtl"
and there were answers, Nobody, nobody"
then-Arthur fell like stone right at my feet.
Bib and and few who saw the fall closed IN
| about him; handful of dancers, attracted by
the confusion asked hurried questions; a girl
personating 'Folly' in a seant costume a cap