The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-25

| ana iuu lips, at once attractive and repellant
( and put it between the leaves of his pocketbook
J He then betook himself again to the Sophien-
/ straSse. and Mrs. Rpon's exclamation of THAT
| is the woman to the life / begin to cherish a
| faint hope that shall see my diamonds again, '
gave him full authority to proceed further; and,
putting the photograph again among his memo
| Ianda, he set forth in search of Herr Gaspey
the detective. He was shrunken. understood
! man. slow and deliberate in movement and
| speech. but with world OF quick observation in
/ his small, sparkling eyes. Mr.. Wyatts inter
view with this individual was of necessity short
| as he could make it.
? The beautiful bathrooms in the Conversation
| shaus were brilliantly lighted, wreathed with
garlands, banked with flowers from which
| statues peeped, and hung with flags of all ma
tons. IN honor of the birthday of a member of
the Grand Ducal House of Baden. All the idle
| world of Baden Baden had been hidden to the
| iete, and all who had fine toilet or proficiency
| IN the newest waltz to display had responded.
Every one of the fffty-odd musicians Of the
orchestra had been pressed into service, the
clceronl of the establishment were radiant in
silver braided scarfs, cooked hats and green uni
iofins, and there was glitter and color and life
from the waxed parquets-bright enough al
most to reflect the satin slippers and shiny boots
treading them-to the richly frescoed ceilings
which made one apt to forget that there could
be such dreary things darkness and cold and
suffering in the outer world,
When Felix went away Doris made the he
roic resolve that she would forego all gayeties
until his return; perhaps there was something
in the fact that most of her acquaintance had
drlfted away to other scenes and without Felix
to bring new friends for her she would perhaps
lnd 1t dull at an entertainment like the present.
where too much affability toward strangers
ralght lead to unpleasant results. How
ever the brilliant fete so easy
OF access, was very tempting, and
doleful by contrast, so, at the eleventh hour,
Mrs Bracondale and her daughter decided to
join the other guests. Doris had salved her con-
science by resolving to dance little or not at all,
and for that reason demi-toilet of cream colored
cashmere with scarlet pomegranates nesting in
lace at her neck and in her hickly-powdered
hair.
The powder makes you look much older,
Doris; nevertheless, it is very becoming I think
any additional black on your eyebrows was I'M
necessary However, you will do" said Mrs.
Bracondale, looking up proudly at her tall, beau
tiful daughter.
The fete was drawing to a close Doris and
her mother had hidden farewell to the last of
their few acquaintance, and while Mrs Bracon-
dale had gone In search Of their wraps Doris sat
down in small salon of the great ballroom.
relieving herself to be alone. she amused herself
IN various ways looking at her pretty reflection
In the countless mirrors glancng at the pictures,
and with head thrown back in luxurious
feuteuil, curiously examining the ceiling, with
its odd ornamentation of roses made of Grape,
In colors of every hue, massed thickly together,
and suggesting an immense inverted flower bed
Half hidden behind marble pillar, a care
fully dressed old man was scanning her intently
with pair of sharp small eyes. His attitude
ana expression suggested intent interest rather
than admiration; though Doris, even when she
yawned in the palm of her pretty white hand,
was bewitching. He looked many times alter
nately from her face to bit of pasteboard in his
hand, and at last advanced quietly to where the
girl sat.
Doris started to her feet, frightened by his
sudden appearance, and then nervouisly sat down
again. wishing devoutly either that this stranger
would take himself off, or that some one else
would appear upon the scene-a state of con
fusion which her unweleome companion
strangely nnisinterpreted
What can delay mamma so longl Doris
thought, casting a longing glance toward the
door,
Would madame have the goodness to assure
me that this is photograph of herself. /
should not like to be mistaken" said the intent
eyed parsonage, standing before Doris and hold
ing out photograph for her inspection.
Doris took the card in her trembling fingers
and saw, to her astonishment her own face
with happy, smiling expression on it, very
different from its frightened look at that mo-
rnent
ut is my photograph, sir, MAY ask how it
came into your possessionr she asked, flushing
angrily ~,
to follow me quietly ana without disturbance of
any Kind to the nearest cab-stand."
what do you meanp exclaimed Doris, her
knees ready to give way beneath her with fright
Madame is M, prisoner, and it is high time
that her clever assumption OF innocence ceased"
''Oh, mamma, mamma save me from this
dreadful mani" the terrified girl cried, flying to
her Iaother, who at that moment appeared
laden with wraps. "He is either mad or dream
ingn
The fur-lined NANTES and soft, downy head
gear fell in confused heap on the floor, while
Mrs. Bracondale's eyes dilated with amazement
and anger.
Explain yourself, sir! How dare you insult
The stranger began to lose his temper.
II have strict orders to arrest the original of
this photograph: your So called daughter'-
49, called, indeed!" angrily interrupted Mrs
Braeondale.
'She has declared it to be hers, and there is
nothing more to be said. For her own comfort
I advise her to come with me without further
resistance"
But it is all mistake! OF what is she ac-
eusedp
s.Theft"
What thefti And who sent you on this vile
ertand?'
II have no time to answer questions Mad
air is cold outside"-to Doris.
"Heavens!" cried Mrs Bracondale. "The
man is memorable, and there is not soul here
to whom can appeal for help"
For reply, the keen-eyed little man actually
dared to take Doris by the arm and draw 1er
gently toward the door. whereupon all Mrs.
Bracondales bravery left her, and with tears
streaming down her face she begged to be al
lowed to follow, the awful idea of her daughter
being torn forcibly from her coming upon her
with overwhelming force.
They left the salon by private door, meeting
NO one on the way-but an appeal to strangers
would have availed little, even if they had been
allowed to make it--and got into close cab as
silent, uncongenial trio as ever fate threw to-
gether. They alighted at the police station
in certain obscure street. and the two
ladies were given into the charge of
serious isaged official with many in
functions muttered in a low tone from
their companion The police official escorted
them down a long dreary corridor with stout
doors opening out from each side and ushered
them into bare room at the end--not common