The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-01

che pleaded. 81 am 90 weary, and long 30
10 sleep"
my dear. what an idea. and Lsnt close at
handi You can rest them"
So Alice went, in pearl colored silk. with
floating trails of cemstis in her golden hair.
and pink spots on her cheeks; and Mrs. Gar
field told her. with proud kiss. that ''shs
never looked 90 pretty in her life"
Alice smiled II don't think I cz-s 81
much for such things as did. she said.
70 see papa sRd mamma, aad tbs dear old
home!"
"Homesick?" reproached her sistsr
Not homesick. Marian; bat 50 tiredI'
Mrs. Garfield paid but little heed to Alice's
words then; but they came back to her like
pang that evening, when Alice Was carried
out fainting from the oppressive atmosphere
OF the ball room. Ii was 50 like death-the
cold eyes and the Dsllid cheeks, Aud her
old father-boW could she render up hsr
trust to him. il Alice went back in the
spring time. pale and dropping.
Mrs. Garfield sent for doctor. next dav
The man OF medicine shook his head aud
talked gravely of "pul monary predispostion"
aud "tubercular tendencies aad prescribed
quiet, port-wine and beef-tes. And the up-
shot OF the interview was that Mrs. CART cid
wrote to Farmer Cleve.
''Of course, she is not seriously sick" his
eldest daughters eDistle ran, "but lust q
L
toward the end of March, dare say she
will be well enough to return home with
you. There 10 no cause for alarm; but our
little Alice, the doctor tells me, has not .
strong constitution naturally"
As If Mr.. Cleve would have waited a day
scarcely an hour-after this letter came. like
bembshell CT ruin and dismsy. into the
peaceful solitude of his homel He packed
his carPetbag straitway, and took the first
New York bound train.
After travelling all night, he reached the
metropolis Just as the early morning sun
shine was reddening over the roofs OF the
houses; and, 10 his surprise, the Carl sid
household were up and stirring. Marian
herself met him on the stairs.
where's my girl?' the old man de-
mauded, trying TO speak cheerily.
"0h, papa, | am so glad you are come"
cried Marian, Historically. I'VE telegra phed
TOR you last night"
"She's no. worse?" gasped the old man:
"Ch, no-at least-that is-We hope she is
not seriously worse-only sudden bad tura,
that's all"
Mrs. Garfield threw open the door OF the
apartment where, like a pale snoW-drop
yelled by the white drifts OF December, a lice
lay among her pillows She opened her
eyes 81 the familiar sound OF the footsteps
Papa" Ste murmuTed. family. Il Gully
wanted 70 see you once Now 1 can 90 in
peace
My child broke from Oleves parched
lips, as her arms 9Tssthed about his eek
one instant, and then fell back on her breast,
"Alice?'
But she did not answer; the sweet, closed
lips should never speak more
MY dear sir " said DE- Fske, solsmnly,
when they had forced the poor msa away
from the bed where only lovely statue re-
manned there is really NOBODY II 5lams
little over exc rti3n-asl slight cold rendered
obstinate by neglect; delicate institution
He bath given, my good friend, aud Hs takes
away
ITS lie" Numbered Mr.. Clsve. turning
with pointed fingers and blazing sVss To nj.
eldesf daughter, "a blasphenou3 lie YOa
have murdered her,
And Mrs. Garfield, shrinking back. with
COL soious Guilt, felt that the words OF the
| iIenZied old man we're but too true She
had not meant sught bat tenderness; she
| bad loved the young girl as dearly - herself,
yet she knew that hers had been the hand
thai led the fair victim on TO desto, gar
landed and jewel-dscEed ike the s1crincss
Of Gld
Truly, War hath Killed his thousands aud
Pestilencs his tens of thousand; but what
are these to the victims that fall daily be
meath the wheels Of the great Juggernaut of
Fashionable Life2