The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-10

| ure of watered stock but easily comforted by a
draught of the "water'-he to whom. there was
no beauty like that CT first mortgage trust
deed-should she permit him to circumscribe
1 her life as he had circumscribed his own and to
shut her down in his narrow and unwholesome
worldl
| The music broke off abruptly, as if something
had snapped, and her thoughts, which had
| grown bold under the shelter of the sound
shrank back as if at sudden exposure. They
/ seemed to grow loud in the unexpected stiffness
Wait a moment" she heard Miss Kemp cry;
wait moment, Mr.. Greifenstett In return
for all the complimentary things you have said
to me. am going to give you buttonhole
| bouquet"
/ nervous little laugh followed this Speech
and Catharine wanted to rush forward and make
her presence known But she seemed TO be riv-
eted TO the spot. She saw between the palm
leaves Greifenstett's disheveled head andhis ho.
bushing face. He never possessed the CONVEX
sational lightness which deftly parties asarcasm.
He only looked red and helpless. Miss Pussy
was half dragging him after her. and he was re-
luctantly following. The gravel was already
! crunching under their feet when Catharine, with
an effort reused herself and took two aimless
steps only signal OF her presence. AS it hap
pened she found herself suddenly face to face
with Pussy at the corner where the tall, densey
blooming oleanders cut off the view on either
| SIDE
"Oh, YOU horrid thing" cried Miss Kemp, with
her hysterical laugh; how you did brighten me!
l was just having romantic little episode with
Mr.. Greifenstett and was going to try to coax
him to say that play well. Aud now you come
and spoil everything"
/ She fell upon Catharine's neck and kissed her.
while Griefenstett gazed on awkwardly, and
blushed like an embarrassed turkey cock. II
would neffer hat said dat you play veil, Miss
Kemp. he said, with engaging candcr $50 it vas
veil dat Miss Van Tassell came now and saved
you de trouble"
just then the door bell rang and the butler
| presented the card of Mr.. Archibald Romilly
/ Say am out said Pussy ''or. rather, wait o
| minute. suppose had better him, poor
| thing! In the meanwhile you. Mr.. Greifenstett,
will entertain Miss Van Tassell until Mr.. Rornil-
ly releases me. You may pick all the flowers
you want
She kissed her fnger-tir, to Catherine and
hurried away over the gravel like a vivacous
/
all oleander blossom, which possibly exhibited
deviations from the common type. Max stood
with monumental patience and regarded without
a throb of perturbation her curling back hair
and her exquisite neck.
"You were to entertain me, I believe" she
said, with faint approach to coquetry.
"How can I entertain you, Miss Van Tassell"
he answered warmly, without piano? You
talk so much better than do with your mouth.
l can only talk with my fingers"
She fell again to examining the oleander,
which waited its vague perfume to her nostrs.
''You underestimate your powers" she said to
the oleander. Il have never heard anyone in all
my life who has been better worth listening to
than you are.'
The oleander assumed deeper tinge of Grim
son on hearing this, but made no reply.
II came here to ask You something" she went
on, "but scarcely know how to say it, Mr..
Greifenstett" She wheeled suddenly about and
fixed her fine blue eyes upon him; II want you
to resume your lesson with me-"
sBut-but your father has requested me to
discontinue dem, Greifenstett objected, thrust
ing both hands into the depths of his pockets.
"But am of age, and have the right to follow
my own Judgment she responded gravely
A spider here descended from one of the palms
overhead and hung by one shining thread in
front of Max's eyes; it finally took refuge in his
beard, from whence it had to be elected
miss Van Tassell," he began, when he had
dispatched the intruder, II will do as you say
But will be frank with you. I do it on my own
account, not on yours"
"Ah," she exclaimed, coloring trife in spite
Of herself that is very gratifying to hear from
a who is so little given to fattery."
II hat great work on hand" he calculated
while something like an illumination broke over
his countenance 1T is all / lif for in dis world
Miss Van Tassell. II it dies die; if it lives, /
lif always"
It was wonderful how handsome he suddenly
grew; how his eyes kindled with strange light,
how his frame grew erect and commanding.
She felt delicious freshness of sentiment
within her, and she felt, too-vaguely and re-
motely-that it might, perhaps, some day all be
his, for the mere asking. 1t was the first time
| in her life that she was conscious of this tender
perturbation, and her only fear was lest she
should in any wise betray it. 1t seemed so
| strange so strange!
"What is your great work, Mr. Greifenstett9"
she asked, with half averted face. 81 should
| like So much to hear about it"
ut is symphony" he said, hesitatingly,
chiefly because it is nothing else that 1 can
think of. l first called it Creation then
called it The Currents of the Infinite then
The Riddle of Life and at last The Riddle of
Death Now, l hat no more any name for it.
| 1t is the deepest know and feel. and, in brief,
| cvpift op EopO
reason, when | gaf you lessons my brain was
thronged with meodious thoughts, and heard
sweet marvellous strains pursuing me and clam
| oring to be embodied. / rushed home, full of
wild bliss at the great powers that dwelt in me-
and composed morning, noon and night
Since your fathers visit hat been as one dead;