The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-05

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Go, and wish You succsss ia your WOO
Md vrnDg his hand and left the room,
and IA a few moments jerome followed
Fer wbile the ire gloTed on n0isily il :
the CRATE. the Wind bOsied and the quiet
remained uneroksn; then the heavy velvet
curtains were dra Sn back, and Marion
stepped on. from behind.
Her fscs was paid IA q ghosts, hsr dark
eyes were burning with fierce prize and very
a. CRY Der lips were trembling with excite
ns nj and suppressed resentment.
a preitier picture OF enraged pride could
not he found.
Great heivenlp she cried with a pa7-
siopafe stamp What deceit How often
have hurled the fact in his face that was
glad infinitely glad / owed him nothing
He calmly heard me, knowing that 1t was
beggsr's deluson be was listening to-" She
paused. and her flashing eyes turned on the
chair he had lately occupied. How he de-
tests me. too" she said with emphasize II
have never tried to win his favor, we have
never been friendly, and to think that for
weeks past, or perhaps months, have eatsn
bis bread and spent his money, thinking il
entirely my own. But II is over shall not
stay. In the wide world there is surely room
for me to earn my bread"
She drew back the curtain aud looked out.
The stars were shining fros.ily but thu Wild
March wind making havoc OF every stray
leaf and fragment IN lis path.
The streets were deserted. IL was an
unusual bitter night OF that clustering
month, a night when humanity keeps las
head, snail-like, indoors, when the crscSle
of bright fire is the swestest sound on
earth
Marion, with q little SILVER. turns away
II must CO." she muttered; mot another
night will ] stay here beggar on his
bounty. Old Mrs. Chaplin, though che IS
poor, will keep me for my mothers sake IN
al - H. -
She paused by Jerome's armchair, aud
leaned her arm en- the back OF it. II wish
/ wish he did not dislike me so,' she whis-
pered and the tears tempered the lustre OF
her eyes. at was my abominable temper at
first. and q w, he is tired OF me, would
elsdly marry me to the first coxconb that
asks."
This mood only lasted a second, and all
their ierceRess returned.
But what am 1 saying?" she said, dashing
away the tears and trying to control her
oulvering lips. "Do not hate this man?
fbis superior being who treats me like
wllliul child. An not glad by accident
learned the truth OF nay position? Certainly
Am / not delighted ut tho possibility of feel
ing independent, sway from his benevolent
smils! l am, aud tue time Will c1me when
jerome Nann viii wonder that he ever
laughed az me aud my v8g4Fies."
All the warm souihern nature ars1ussG.
she went 90 the desk end began 70 write
note to this dstss,sd guardian
"Sir.n = dashed OF. ten minutes since
learned nv position ~ vonr house and u rs
such an undesirable one that ren0uncs it
this night. You, who have disspprovsd OF
me so strongly, will no doubt De pleased 10
learn that have broken from your reins
and fled. Goodnight, and goodbye To you.
sir. MARION.
"P.s. distinctly and ernphatcaily 70
fuse 10 n AIRY Mr. Bufiiagto
an hour later she YVES on toe strest, the
w;pd blowing hsr cloak and twisting her veil
tai it looked Ike q signal o. distress.
There was nothing OF the heroine about
her as she hurried along, keeping on the
darkest side of the street, her head lowered,
and tears dropping thick and fast on her
cloak. Poor Marion! The first touch OF the
world, in which she stood alone, was cold
and blustery.
refreshments and detectives were both of no
avail, and Jerome Vann's face grew strangely
odd and sad for Marion's whereabouts still
remained mystery.
He loved her far more than he ever real
lied. He longed to see that spirited, mag
neiic face again, and 10 hear the pert, merry
voice which had made such drollery of his
well-meant advice.
Day after day passed, and each one an ex.
act repetition OF the preceding one, and all
very weary, sickening blanks TO the rich
lawyer in his stately home.
1t was June. Sunny, soft weather reignsd
in the city. Roses bloomed everywhere, in
florist wiz dows, IN market carts In wealthy
esrdens-every~her the fragrant punches
Of different bued flowers waved in the breeze.
Jerome was standing at his library win
dow, looking out at the thIong OF promenat-
ers and open Carriages dashiDg along. His
eyes were DO longer filed with suspense,
they were far woTss-calm and hopeless.
He had left nothing untred tn discover
Der whereabouts and II had al been worse
Al
obt with pain, 10 alternate hope and failure,
IN passionate longing, and now all was over.
Without any reu ewed vigor he was still deep
in professional duties, trying, bat vainly, to
take up the thread Of existance as though
Marion had never been known and dearly
| loved.
He took up his hat and cane and went out.
His steps led him TO Broadway. The thor
Oughfare wss crowded and he walked slowly
along, his moody face with its quietly Bit
ter expression, in marked contrast to those
around him.
Many saw and envied the rich and snocess-
fol lawyer. Could they but have read tue
rich mans heart. And so, in the supreme
blinoness OF our grsgious vanity do We judge
che another
de paused to look ct a picture whica AZ
iracted number Of people. II was ousiut
sign IL water coloTs. II the shape OF
| small screen.
The picture showed the sea on a stormy
| dsy. Vitn The h0siipg sDsrs aud mssts OF
| wicked ship appearing above the angry
| waves n the distance. All the coloring Of
| Of the picture is centeTed in two figures on
the shore.
One, the dead body OF drowned sailor,
| curls lying on his forehead, his eyes closed
| and his blue Jacket torn, showing the power
| fsl chest, in which the heart would never
beat again. The other. young girl with a
| face OF extreme loveliness, though conyulsed
| with anguish.