The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-12

ana 10 marry MIN. AS Sne was twenty
IwO, and Master Clifford nineteen, he
had no chance with her, and they were
to be married this very day at the
Registers Office.
ManGuvring MOnckton then inclined
TO let Bartley's fraud 90 on and ripen,
hut eventually expose it for the benefit
Of young Walter and his wife. who
adOred this MOnckton, because, when
a beautiful woman loves an ugly black
guard, she never does it by halves.
But he had no sooner thought out this
conclusion than there came an obstacle
Lucy Miller's heart failed her at the last
moment, and she came into the office
with a rush to tell her master so. She
uttered cry Of JOY at sight of him, and
came at him painting and full of Lowell
Leonard, dear Leonard pray do not in
sist on my marrying that young man.
Now it comes to the time, my heart
fails me-"
Never mind your heart; think of
your interest" said MOnckton.
why, he is no such great catch, l am
sure"
Il tell you he is, more than ever;
have just discovered another E20,0 900 he
is heir to, and not got TO wait for that
any longer than choose"
Lucy stamped her foot. Il doA't care
for his money. Till he came with his
money you loved me-"
Il love you as much as ever said
MOnckton, cOldly.
Lucy began to sob. mo, you don't,
or you wouldn't give me up to that
young fool"
The villain made a cynical reply, that
not every Newgate thief could have
matched. you fool" said he, cant
you marry him, and go on loving me?
you won't be the first 1t is done every
day, to the satisfaction of all parties"
AND TO THEIR UNUTTERABI.E
SHAME" said clear, stern voice at
their back. Walter Clifford, coming
rapidly in, had heard but little, but
heard enough; and there he stood, grim
and pale, a boy no longer. These two
skunks had made man of him in one
moment. They recOiled in dismay, and
the woman hid her face.
He turned upon the man first, you
may be sure. $50 you have palmed this
lady off on me as your sister, and trap
ped me, and would have destroyed me-
But if | was fool enough to leave my
father, am not fool enough to present
TO the world your cast-Off mistress as
my wife. Here, Miss Lucy MoncktOn
or whatever your name may be-here
is the marriage license. Take that and
my contempt, and do what you like with
Them"
With these words he dashed into
Bartley's private room, and there broke
down. 1t was bitter cup, the first in
his young life.
The baffled schemers drank worm
wood too; but they bore it differently.
The woman cried, and took her punish
ment meekly; the man ragged and threat
ened vengeance.
NO, no." said Lucy; at serves us
right. l wish l had never seen the fell
low; then you would have kept your
word, and married me-"
l will marry you now, if you can
obey me-"
"Obey you, Leonard? You have been
my ruin; but only marry me, and l will
be your slave everything, your will
ing. devoted, happy slave"
THAT is bargain" said MOncktOn,
cOldly. I'll be even with him: | will
marry you in his name and his place"
why in his name% said she. well,
never mind the name, so that it is the
right man-and that is YOU"
Then MoncktOn's fertile brain, teem-
ing with villainies, fell to Matching a
new plot more felOniOuS than the last.
He would rob the safe. and get Clifford
convicted for the theft; convicted as
Bolton, Clifford would never tell his read
name, and Lucy should enter the Cliff
fOrds' house with a certificate of his
death and certificate of his marriage,
both obtained by substitution, and so
collar his share of the 100000, and off
With the real husband to fresh pastures.
MOnckton reflected moment. what
is the first thing? Let me see. Humphl
| think the first thing is to get married"
thing, and the most understandable. :"
And she went dancing off with him as
gay as lark, and leaning on him at an
augle of forty-five; whilst he went erect
and cold, like stone figure marching.
Walter Clifford came out in time to
see them pass the great window. He
watched them down the street, and
cursed them-not loud but deep.
incoming, as usual" said a hostile
voice behind him. He turned round and
there was Mr.. BARLEY seated at his own
table. Young Clifford walked smartly
to the other side of the table, determin-
ed this should be his last day in that
shop.
Ihere are the payments, SAID he,
cavalierly.
About one in five," said BARLEY, in
specting them.
Whereabouts" was the reply.
You can't have pressed them much"
well, am not good at dunning."
what are you good att"
SHOULD be puzzled to say"
~YOu are not fit for trade"
That is the highest compliment was
ever paid me-"
"Oh, you are impertinent as well as
incompetent, are you? Then take a
week S warning, Mr.. Bolton"
Five minutes would suit me better,
Mr. Barley"
"Ohl indeedl Say one hour"
"All right, sir; just time for city
clerk s iuncheon-glass of bitter, sand
witch, peep at Punch, cigarette, and a
chat with the bar-maid."
Mr.. Walter Clifford was a gentleman.
but we must do him the justice to say
that in this interview with his employer
he was very impertinent one, not only
in words, but in the delivery thereof.
BARLEY. however, thought this imper-