The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-10

ruru. as soon as ne was announcer,
Mr.. BARLEY dismissed his rugged visi-
tors. and received Walter affably though
little stiffiy.
Walter opened his business at once,
and told him he had come to ask his
permission TO court his daughter. He
said he had admired her from the first
moment and now his happiness depend
ed on her. and he felt sure he could
make her happy; not, OF course. by his
money. but by his devotion. Then as
to making proper provision for her
Here BARLEY stopped him.
MY Young friend" said he. "there
can be no objection either to your per-
son or TO your position. But there are
difficulties. and at present they are seri-
Gus ones. Your father has other views"
"But, Mr.. Barley" said Walter,
eagerly, "he must abandon them. The
lady is engaged"
"Well. then" said BARLEY, 1T will be
time TO come TO me when he has aban-
dOned those views, and also overcome
his prejudices against me and mine.
But there Is another difficulty. My
daughter Is not old enough TO marry,
and | object to long engagements.
Everything, therefore, points TO delay,
and on this must insist
ground, remained immovable. He
promised to encourage no other sutton;
but I'm return he had right To demand
that Walter would not disturb his
daughters peace OF mind until the pros
pect was clearer. In short, instead OF
being taken by surprise, the result
showed BARLEY quite prepared for this
intervi w. and he bafIled the young man
without offending him. He was cautious
not 10 do that, because he was going TO
mine for coal and feared circumstances,
and wanted Walter TO take his part, or
at least Ice neutral knowing his love for
Mary. So they parted good friends;but
when he retailed the result TO Julia Cliff
ford she shook her head, and said the
old fox had outwitted him. Soon after.
knitting her brows In thought for some
time, she said, "She isvery young, much
younger than she looks. | am afraid
you will have to wait "A little, and
watch
But" said Walter, in dismay, IAN
not to see her or speak To her all the
time am waitingY
I'D see both fathers hanged first, IL l
was man." said Julia.
In short, under the courageous advice
of Julia Clifford, Walter began 10 throw
himself I'm Marys way, and look dscon-
ISOLATE; that set Mary pining directly,
and Julia found her pale. and grieving
for Walter, and persuaded her to write
him two or three lines of comfort; she
did, and that drew pages from him.
Unfortunately he did not restrain HIM
self, but flung his whole heart upon pa
per, and raised tumult in the innocent
heart of her who read his passionate
longings.
She was so worked upon that at last
one day she coniided to Julia that her
old nurse was going TO visit her sister,
Mrs. Gilbert, who lived only ten miles
of, and she thought she should ride and
see her.
"WhenY asked Julia, carelessly.
"Oh, any day next week" said Mary,
carelesSly. "Wednesday, if il is fine
She will not be there till Monday"
Does she know" asked Julia.
"Oh, yes: and left because she could
not agree with papa about il; and, dear,
she said a strange thing-a very strange
thing; she knew papa's reasons against
him. and they were her reasons for
him."
Fancy that" said Julia. "Your faith
er told you what the reasons wereY
mo; he wouldn't. They both treat
liit llht al ihllus
You mean they pretend to- she add
ed.
81 see one thing: there is some mys-
terry behind this. | wonder what it isp"
Ten TO one, ii Is money. | am only
twenty, but already | have found out
that money governs the world. Let me
see-your mother was Clifford. She
must have had money. Did she settle
any on your
Il am sure | don't know"
Ten to one she did, and your father
is your trustee; and when you marry, he
must show his accounts and cash up.
There, that is where the shoe pinches."
Mary was distressed.
ooh. don't say so, dear. l can't bear
to think that of papa. You make me
very unhappy"
Forgive me, dear" said Julia. II am
will tell you things in my own life that
have s0ured me. Money! hate the
very word" she said, clinching her
teeth.
She urged her view no more, but in
her own heart she felt sure that she had
read Mr.. BARLEY Alright. Why, he was
a trader, into the bargain.
As for Mary, when she came to think
over this conversation. her own subtitle
instinct told her that stronger pressure
than ever would now be brought on her.
Her timidity, her maiden modesty, and
her desire to do right set her on her de-
fence. She determined to have loving
but impartial advice, and so she over
came her shyness, and wrote to Mr..
Hope. Even then she was in no hurry
20 enter on such subject by letter, so
she must commence by telling him that
her father had set great many people,
most of them strangers, to dig for coal.
That cross old thing, Colonel Clifford,
had been heard to sneer at her dear
father, and say unkind and disrespect-
full things-that the love of money led
to loss of money, and that papa might
just as well dig well and throw his
money into that. She herself was sorry
he had not waited for Mr.. Hopes re-
turn before undertaking so serious a
speculation. Warmed by this prelimi-
nary, she ventured into the delicate sub
ject, and told him the substance of what