The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-24
CHAPTER XII.
THE CLANDEsTINE MARRIAGE.

Walter Clifford and Mary sat at late
breakfast in little inn that looked up
on lake, which appeared to them more
lovely than the lake of Thun or of Lu-
cerne. He beamed steadily at her with
triumphant rapture; she stole looks at
him of wonder, admiration, and the
deepest love.
AS they had nothing now to argue
about, they only spoke few words at
a time, but these were all musical with
love.
To them, as we dramatists say, enter
ed Mrs. EastOn, with signs of hurry.
Miss Mary" said she.
Mrs. Mary" suggested Walter,
Mrs. Mary blew him kiss.
"Ay, ay," said Mrs. Easton, smiling.
@Of course you will both hate me. but |
have come to take you home, Mistress
Mary"
"Homel" said Mary; "why, this feels
like home"
mo doubt" said Mrs. Easton, abut,
for all that, in half an hour we must
start"
The married couple demonstrated
with one accord, but Mrs. Easton was
firm. IL dreamed" says she. "that we
were all found out-and that's warm
ing. Mr.. Walter, you know that you'll
be missed at Clifford Hall, and didn't
ought to leave your father another day.
And you, Miss Mary, do but think what
weight have taken upon my Shout
ders, and-dO put off coming home,
for / am almost shaking with anxiety,
and for sure and certain my dream it
was warning, and there's something
in the wind"
They were both so indebted to this
good woman that they looked at each
other piteOusly, but agreed. Walter
rang the bell, and ordered the four
wheeler and his own nag.
Mary, one little walk in the sweet
garden"
Eyes, dear" said Mary, and in anoth-
er moment they were walking in the
garden, intertwined like the ivy and the
oak, and purring over their present de-
lights and glowing prospects.
In the mean time Mrs. EaStOn packed
up their things: Walters were enroll
ed in light rug with straps, which
went upon his saddle They left the lit
tie inn, Mary driving. When they had
gone about two miles they came to
crossroads.
please pull up" said Mrs. Easton;
then turning to Walter, who was riding
ridiculously close to Mary's whip hand,
isn't that the way to Clifford Hall?"
"It's one way" said he; "but l don't
mean to go that way. How can l? It's
only three miles more round by your
house,"
Nurse" said Mary, appealingly.
GAY, ay, poor things" said Mrs. Eas-
ton. well, well, don't loiter, anyway.
1 shall not be my own woman again till
we're safe at the farm
So they drove briSkly on, and in about
an hour more they got to long hill,
whence they could see the Gilberts'
farm.
There, nurse" said Mary, pouting a
little, "nOw / hope you're content, for
we have got safe home, and he and
shall not have happy day together
again."
"Oh yes, you viii, and many happy
years." said Mrs. EaStOn. well, yes, l
don't feel so fidgety now"
"Ohl" cried Mary, all of sudden.
why, there's our gray mare coming
down the hill with the dog-cart! Who's
that driving her? It's not papa. de-
clare it's Mr.. Hope, come home safe
and sound. Dear Mr.. Hope! Oh, now
my happiness is perfectl"
MIR. HOpel" screamed Mrs. EastOn.
Drive faster, for Heavens sakel Turn
your horse, sir and gallop away from us
as hard as you cant"
well, but, Mrs. Easton-"o objected
Walter.
Mrs. Easton stood up in the carriage.
Man alive!" she screamed, you know
nothing, and / know deal; BECOME, or
you are no friend of mine; you'll make
me curse the hour that interfered."
go, darling" said Mary, kindly, and
so decidedly that he turned his horse
directly. gave her one look Of love and