The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-03-21

tangle, skin with the rose-leaf's blush on it, a
mouth as sweet and innocent as baby's and
light, loose-fying hair half rngeted and cluster
ing round her white forehead, all made her face
look like one in some old marvel of an ivory
miniature. And then there was certain
appeal to your tenderness in her very size, fairy
creature as she was; you could as easily find
fault with her seriously as with sprite, and it
was useless to try and reason with
her, as she could never by possibility see
anything but her own side of the case She
had little other education than that given by her
desultory reading. although she could paint and
play and sing In pretty fashion enough. She
was an orphan, and had been brought up chiefly
In boarding school; she had some property,
sufficient for her needs and uses, under guard
ianshp, and Mr.. Sanghurst was her guardian.
What Mr.. Sanghurst saw in her to marrv-thls
same little futtering thing. neither woman nor
child. nor elf-was past our comprehension. But
he was going to marry her for all that; and now
they were only waiting for the arrival Of her
trousseau from Paris, as she entirely refused to
be married with only home made outre para
phernalia. ALI we could do was to say we were
thankful it was one of as that was going to
marry her, which as all of u.s. except the old
Colonel, young James and the Professor, were
women, was rather supererogatory our part.
Mr.. Sanghurst. however, seemed to be complete
ly satisfied with the arrangement fortunately
for both of them; and she herself was the
blithest, happiest, little fitterfutter of thing
you ever saw-tilI Agnes Fairweather came.
We were all staying with Madame Sanghurst
mere. at her place by the sea, whore she usual
ly fingered till the close of the year, taking care
TO fill the house with cheerful people who did not
mind autumnal gales. Madame Sanghurst had
used to stay there in her husbands day, and she
could not bear to deviate from the routine of
those happy years of hers; and there were al
ways plenty of US who found it as pleasant as
she did.
OF course Iselin-that was her pretty little abb
surd name-was always member OF the Sang
hurst family; and one never knew, till missing
her. how much her novel ways, her gayeties and
glcoms, and laughing tones and tempers, and
perpetual dancing and lifting up and down the
house, with all her own trif1ing but intense in
terests and strange connections about other
peoples interests, added to its pleasures
do you like that Miss Fairweather2r she said
to me, sitting one morning in the bay window of
my room the red woodbines and the blue Octo-
Der sky through their mesnes making a strong
background to her delicate beauty II don't see
what Madame Sanghurst asked here here for. l
never shall when Pm Mrs. Sanghurst She's ex-
actly what particularly dislike for his compan-
lon. always did hate those intellectual beings
sort of monsters. don't think woman ought
to know anything"
why yes. 1 like her well enough" said, re
plying to the original proposition. "She is very
magnificent in her manners -'
Eyes, She'd be splendid head of house,
wouldn't shel / daresay every one thinks how
much finer she'd be at the head of the Sang
hurst manor here than this little fool I'd like
TO slap her face for her. That's what I'd like to
doin
''Iselin"
''Oh, yes, you call it what you please, vulgar
and low and all the rest Perhaps / am vulgar
and low and all the rest of it!' she cried "But
don't go about stealing other women's lovers. And
she's so superior, SO very superior There's
nothing she hasn't read-the Hebrew Scriptures
backward and the books of the Sibyl. And
there's nobody she hasn't seen, from Prester
John to Blind Tom And there's nowhere she
hasn't been-down the crater of yesuvius and
up to the top of Cotopaxi. Perhaps she hasn't
been in Symmes's Hole. wish she 60 there
and stay there. There's nothing, of course, you
can speak of that she doesn't know about al
ready. mean to tell her some time that when I
was baby they took me up in balloon, and we
stopped at the house of the man in the moon,
and she'll say. oh yes. she spent fortnight there
once, and the cream was delicious. She ought
TO be at the head of a female college She knows
loo much to live with white folks!"
s'Iselin! What feeble little spite! You ought
to be ashamed of yourself You are growing so
Blangy that presently you won't be able to talk
properly at all, and you injecting all the rest
of u.s."
mot her, not her! wish could" cried Iselin
gleefully. Hear her talking Greek roots and
things with the Professor-its disgusting in a
woman I'd like to change them into couple
Of Greek roots if knew Obi"
"You are encouraging very wrong feeling"
Isaid, with severity, toward most estimable
person"
''She's no business to be so estimable and so
uhuuSOul6, LOU! oufSb LOrtu ISoliu. LOOK at
her great black eyes-they're bold enough for
a gypsys. And she has the color of gypsy
queen. I'm only little wax doll. If you put
me in the sun I'll melt. And those teeth of hers
II wish they were false-they always put me in
mind of wolf or some other bird of prey. I'll
ask her to go into the surf and drown her.
would If l were big enough-and it wasn't too
cold. Oh, isn't it dreadful to be so little as
am, not equal To
ITO drowning the people you don't like But
really, Iselin, you mustn't talk so. You win be
misunderstood. You would like Miss Fair
weather very much, If you knew herr
II never shouldi don't want to know her.
don't want to like her. She is just the sort of
woman that is hateful to me. He likes her
great deal to well for me to like her any. Oh,