The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-08-01
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PART III
INSTRUMENTATION.

from the side OF the house, creep arouhu tho 00A
ner of the piazza and disappear into the little
angle where, for the past hour, Mr. Belts hao
been sheltered.
Here am said the widow breathlessly.
Hush answered Belts You're just in time.
It's 70 nreciselv. Sit close and listen" He
smoke ouite Auently. for, in the late excitement,
havino FORGOTTEN to nourish that little cough,
the cherished infirnity lad disappeared. Pres
emily from the direction of the pavilion, in
which the musicians held FORTH came long, low
whistle.
''Sit Closer" whispered Mr.. Belts, cor you'll be
SEEN
A slight, creaking noise was heard; small
door, which served only for excuse for pic
uresque hood" and led into an unused passage,
slowly opened. Out Of it there stole, with great
caution and hesitation tall, graceful figure In
clinging draperies. For an instant the watch
mans lantern from distant corner flashed
bright ray the whole length of the piazza Mrs.
Whipple in spite of her companions OBTAINING
grasp leaned impulsively forward. The figure
shrank timidly back, but not before the light had
shown CLINT of auburn hair, the outline of an
oval cheek, the sheen of an Eastern scarf Curl
white dress delicately trimmed with lavender.
Another instant all was dark. and Mrs Whipple
was gasping:
Good heaven It's Mrs Stevenson. Where
is she going!"
Keep quiet and you'll find out" answered
Belts 1--WE watched this twice before. / often
sit here late in the evening, and at first saw her
by nero accident. Afterward came on purpose.
Harkr
Another low whistle from the pavilion, and out
Of the dimness man appeared and advanced to
the piazza steps Mrs. Stevenson's oriental
scarf huttered, her train was drawn up, there
was such preparation as when bird plumes
itself for fight. The man drew nearer, held out
his hand and said with a strong foreign accent
Come, meme Liebe. Nobody sees us.
Come"
''Its the young German who leads the band
Mrs. Whipple murmured hoarsely.
Exactly" returned Mr. Belts. do you
member her consideration for him at Tatty
Primes expense9 Hush She's going-she's
gone"
The two figures hurried away striking right
across the lawn. Edith's light draperies marked
their path for quite distance along the road,
then disappeared just where flight of steps led
down to the lonely beach.
Horrible! Worse, even than could mag
ine,' cried Mrs. Whipple, in her excitement.
convulsively grabbing the slender old gentleman
until he quivered again. 'But, oh! what could
be expected after that marriage notice? Ste
yenson -Barnwell.' No weddng-all in secret.
Oh, oh, OH"
Calm yourself" said Mr. Belts, as he stead
led her by main force This is matter to be
discreetly handled"
1--WE must expose her. she burst out; 1--WE
must expose her at once"
''But in the most telling way" replied Belts
"She must be exposed to her husband
"Of course Yes. III tell him. Oh! let ME- tell
Philip, do. plead Mrs. Whipple pathetically.
mo, " was the decisive answer he shall see
this performance with his own eyes"
What you can't contrive thatp
'I can do much for the sake of poor Philip"
returned Mr. Belts solemnly.
poor, dear Philip" echoed the widow, AZ
could weep for him. OH" and she clasped her
hands in anxiety, Il hope the exposure will be
SO complete as to leave no room for doubt"
Trust me, said Mr. Belts with the stern
brevity of general who leads his host to vic
tory.
VII-CONFIRMATIoN.
"Wben does my dear Edith expect the dear
husbaudl7 purred Mrs. Whipple, as she met Mrs.
Stevenson, just after breakfast There was
something very sinister sweet in the tone, and
Edith looked at her sharply before replying.
She stood however, monument of amicability
the work basket arily balanced against her full
person, her head thrust forward, and a spas
modic kiss was plainly to be the next move
II expect Mr.. Stevenson on Wednesday,"
answered Edith shortly, and wheeled about to
face Duncan Scott. saying by way of cover to
the action:
"Please take me where can hear the band"
ITO dare mention the bandr groaned Mrs.
Whipple to Mr. Belts. "She expects Phillip on
Wednesday,
I'll act accordingly" returned he, but,
meanwhile not word to anyone"
"Hm-no; OH no." she murmured mechanic
ally while saying to herself: Wouldn't you
like. though to be the first with this storyl"
Then going her usual morning rounds in the
cottages, and from group to group on the
piazzas she began to drop broad hints of what
had happened. Mrs. Whipple, being far from
wicked woman, had not the requisites for car
rying on strategy She was only small
minded, unoccupied old lady who craved excite
ment and obtained it III the cheapest way-bv
eossiping and meddng The idea Of doing
deliberate wrong would have shocked hel ex-
ceedingly, but, like great many of us, she
could not Judge at what point idle curiosity
becomes active mischief. Before long, honest
Mise Fox confronted her with:
'If you know any harm of Mrs. Stevenson,
don't sneak and hint. but speak it openly"
So. put upon her mettle, and dreadfully jealous
lest Mr. Belts should get in ahead with the news,
she blurted out: The woman meets the German
bandmaster ut midnight on the lawn and goes
down 10 the beach with him.
Il don't believe it," answered Miss Fox, delib-
eratey
Il witnessed the whole scene myself" Mrs.
Whipple went on in breathless eagerness, "and
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