The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-05

A4AfN "a oNNNt AANNAt SAAl. L La
ley WINGED at that. well. so have /,
in is not good for her, sir. She needs
the sea air, the scent of flowers, and,
bless her little heart, she does enjoy
them sol Give them TO her, and | win
give you zeal, energy, brains, and a mil
lion of money"
This, for the first time in the inter
view, arrested Mr.. Bartley's attention.
Il see you are a superior man." said
he, but | have no way TO utilize your
services"
You can give me no hope, sir?" ask
ed the poor fellow, still lingering.
"NOne-and | am sorry for it."
This one gracious speech affected poor
Hope so that he could not speak for a
moment. Then he fought for manly
dignity, and said, with a lamentable
mixture of sham sprightlness and real
anguish, Thank you, sir; l only trust
that you will always find servants as de-
voted to your interest as my gratitude
would have made me. GoOd-morning,
sir" He clapped his hat on with a
sprlghtly, CHASTITY air, and marched off
resOlutely.
But ere he reached the door, Nature
OverpOwered the fathers heart; away
fictitious department and feigned cheer
fulneSs. The poor wretch uttered cry,
indeed a scream, of anguish. that would
have thrilled ten thousand hearts had
they heard it; he dashed his hat on the
ground, and rushed toward BARLEY,
with both hands out-"FOr Gods sake
don send me daCdy-nly child rs starr
ing"
Even BARLEY was moved your
child" said he, with some little feeling.
This slight encouragement was enough
for father. His love gushed forth.
"a little gOlden-haired, blue-eyed angel,
who is all the world to me- We have
walked here from Liverpool, where
had just buried her mother. God help
me! God help us bothl Many a weary
mile, sir, and never sure of supper or
bed. The birds of the air have nests,
the beasts of the field shelter, the fox
hole, but my beautiful and fragile
girl only four years old, sir, is hOuseless
and homeless. Her mother died of con-
sumption, sir, and | live in mortal fear;
for now she is beginning to cough, and
| cannot give her proper nourishment.
Often on this fatal journey | have felt
her shiver, and then have taken off my
coat and wrapped it around her, and
her beautiful eyes have looked up in
mine, and seemed to plead for warmth
and food I'd sell my soul to give her"
"POor fellow" said BARLEY; Il sup
pose ought to pity you. But how can
/? Man-man-yOur child is alive, and
while there is life there is hope: but
mine is dead-deadl" he almost Shrek
ed.
"Deadl" said Hope, Mortified.
Dead" cried BARLEY. "Cut off at
four years old, the very age of yours.
There-gO and Judge for yourself. You
are a father. | can't look upon my
blasted hopes, and my withered flower.
Go and see my blue-eyes, fair-haired
darling clay, fastening to the tomb;
and you will trouble me no more with
your imaginary griefs." He flung him
self down with his head on his desk.
Hope, following the direction of his
hand, opened the door of the house and
went softly forward. There, laid out in
state, was little figure that, seen in the
dim light, drew cry of dismay from
Hope. He had left his own girl sleep
ing, and looking like tinted wax Here
lay little face the very image of hers,
only this was pale wax.
Hope hurried away from the room,
and entered the office pale and disturb
ed. oh, SIR the very image of my own.
1t fills me with forebodings. pity you,
sir, with all my heart. That sad sight
reconciles me to my lot. God help you'll"
and he was going away; for now he felt
an unreaSoning terror lest his child
should have turned from colored wax to
pale.
Mr.. BARLEY stopped him. Are they
so like?" said he.
Wonderfully like" And again he
was going, but BARLEY who had receiv-
ed him SO cOldly, seemed now unwilling
to part with him.
Stay" said he, "and let me think.
The truth is, daring idea had just
flashed through that brain of his: and
he wanted to think it out. He walked
to and fro in silent agitation, and his
face was as book in which you may
read strange matter" At last he made
up his mind, but the matter was one he
did not dare to approach too bluntly, so
he went about little.
"Stay-yOu don't know all my misfor-
tunes. | am ambitiOus-like you. /
believe in science and knOwledge-like
you. And, if my child had lived, you
should have been my adviser and my
right hand: | want such man as YOU"
Hope threw up his hands. MY usual
luck!" said he: always day too late"
BARLEY resumed:
But my child's death robs me of the
money to work with, and L can't help
you nor help myself; unless"
unless whatf" asked Hope, eagerly.
IL am not likely to raise objections; my
child's life is at stake"
well, then, unless you are really the
superior man you seem to be; man of
Z alilitu
"CourageI" thought Hope, and began
to be puzzled. However, he said, mod
estly, that he thought he could find
courage in a good cause.
Then YOU and are made men," said
BARLEY looking uneasily all round the
room. and coming close to Hope. The
very walls must not hear what | now
say to you" Then. in thrilling whis-
per. MY daughter must not die"
Hope looked puzzled.
"Y our daughter must take her place"
To be Continued