The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-17

'belleve me. old fellow, these are the napplest
days of your lives. You should cherish them"
so we don
''But only to end them.n
Not at all, Dick; to continue them Now,
don't 90, Kate"
She had risen. Dick took her hand
Nay, don't go. just as we are beginning to
talk sensibly," said Dick, laughing
Kate sat down again and looked into the fire.
what shall we do when you are gone to
America?" Dick went on
7 have not gone yet" replied the host.
But you will go now, won't youa" said Kate,
'for though j shall feel it bitterly-your 60
ing-l am sure DR.. Ware is right, and that it
will do you good"
''Oh, l suppose / shall CO." said the host,
though l don't care for it."
That is the very reason why you should 60,
Dr. Ware says, remarked Kate.
DO you want to get rid Of me9 All, no, it is
fond of me you would advise me not to go. l
know all about it, Now you need not look as if
you were going to cry"
He got up from the table, went round to her
chair, and kissed her.
II do feel moped here that is fact; can't
rouse myself; can't get rid of the blues for min
ute, not that really want to do so for that mat
ter but | should hate to be an invalid, to be
crawling about; that would never do, would it,
Kate?"
Never, dear" said Kate
II shall come back regular Yankee, you'll
see, If l once cross the Atlantic and have
goatee beard and nasal twang, and turn Re-
Kate laughed, and Joe, drinking another glass
of wine, said:
We'll. here's to America the land of the free"
But why American" asked Dick.
"Oh, because an excuse has arisen to suggest
America. Lawyer Wood has had letter about
some property in New York, which, going for
years without rightful owner, is traced
as belonging to the Norburys, of Derbyshire,
and as we appear to be the oldest family of that
| name, Mr.. Wood says it must be ours, and that
/ ought 10 go and see about Is. DR.. Ware,
dare say has stimulated Woods desire for me
| to travel by insisting that want change, that
must have change, and that if | don't take sea
voyage shall become either driveling idiot or
| peg out And wouldn't mind it if Kate would
| 60. or better if you"
''Pll go if Kate Will, exclaimed Dick.
"But Ware says why not take entire change
on my own account, and to go alone would be
| indeed an out and out change, and suppose
as everybody says ought to do it, ought and
must"
And repeat what is to become of Kate and
me when you are gomez There is nothing else
for it but to get married and go with you"
Don't talk nonsense, Dick" said Kate.
II am not talking nonsense, but good sound
common sense. When Joe has gone l cannot
| to come down here from Saturday to Monday, as
| have done for the past six months, would itp
Certainly not" said Kate.
well, don't know, why not, if your aunt
| Dorothy comes to stay with you, Kate" said the
| host.
"For my part don't see why it cannot be as
| suggest Now don't 60 Kate; there's dear girl"
Kate was slipping away again, to De gently de-
| tanned as before.
| ut is not as if / were an ass and a penniless
one, is it Joc?"
The host drank another glass of wine, and the
| first CLEAN of the sunset came streaming into
| the room.
"Ah you never helpt me, said Dick, "and here
we are nearing on the end of another day. and"
'Believe me, old fellow" said the host inter
rupting him, these days that end like this are
| your happest days, and Rates hapriest You
will never be so happy again as you are now.
| Ask any man woman who has passed through
the same kind of dream. Ask the poet, the
| philosopher Be content, Dick Be content,
Kate!"
'@Thats the kind of sentiment Kate is begin-
ming to fire off at me. Now | sec where she
| gets her fanciful pellets"
do you think am too stupid to make them
| for myself then9 Oh, very well, / will go and
talk to my pigeons, they never question what
sayAor pry into the source of my inspiration"
NAY, don't CO."
II must"
"Why?"
II am going to feed the pigeons"
mo, not yet" answered Dick, going to the
door and standing with his back 10 it, feed Joe
and l; we have far more appreciation Of your wit
| than your pigeons have"
Indeed she said you are not half so pretty;
come and see!
| He clasped her waist as they traversed the
passage to the hall and out into the little court
yard She did not resist They walked in
silence for little while, lingering by the way.
| "Why will you be so unkindl' said Dick, pres
emily.
81 cannot leave him." she sighed
BUTT will not be leaving him altogether; we
| shall visit him; he will visit US.
YES know but it will be leaving him, and
| know he breads it,"
HAS he said sol"
YES often"
Poor, dear fellow" said Dick, forgetting him
self at once in the love of his friend
II knew you would be sorry" said Kate. II
| knew you would be reasonable"
Yes Gear" he answered very gently. but
| don't you think he might be talked into a differ
ent opinion with little pressure?'
mot at present" she said; "he has been very
| wretched lately, and the other night he said he
! had strange presentiment of some calamity
!; happening to u.s. DIR. Ware says it is the com
| ing on of melancholia, and that he must 60 away
| from here-far away; the sea would do him
world of good, but go he must. and with an
object. And right upon this opinion comes law
yer Woods news from New York. He won't
listen to the idea of me going with him, and DR..
Ware has advised him to go alone. My compan-
ionship recalls the past too much, he says; and
he declares that if he will go off at once and
about this Norbury property, the occupation and
change will make new man of him."
II wish could get DR.. Ware to advise Joe
LndI 10 the cure ne SnOuIU on MS return
find cake and cards from Mr.. and Mrs Richard
Woodville. Would you consent to positively fix
the day and cease to think about it, if Joe asked
youl"
Eyes, if he was in earnest she said.
And will you not settle it, If he does notask
you to do so, or say you may?"
u will think about it," she said, slipping away
from his embrace to be almost surrounded the
next moment by flock Of cooling pigeons.
1t would have done you good to have seen that
in
Brambling House. Think of all the tall, shapely,
graceful women you have ever seen in paintings,
old masters and modern, with heads we'll poised
on dainty shoulders from which fall limp,
graceful robes, and all around pigeons flying in
wanton sport Then concentrate the beauties of
them all into one figure, and fancy it is Kate
Norbury, a flock of doves at her feet, one upon
her finger, and group OF others fiutterng round
hnx,o Of cir ,nff