The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-11-07

could not have freed herself from them if she
had tried, and she did not try. She went over
the same weary round again and again, always
ending at tie same point, always beginning at
the same place. She did not feel tired, she
would not have cared how long her journey had
been. She was not going to reach happiness at
the end of it. What did it matterY
At last, however, came London and the roar
of the streets. and the rattle of vehicles, and
the stir and hustle that for a few moments
stunned her. After the quiet Of the last few
months the roar seemed louder than ever:
Being accustomed to the sound, Mr.. Philip
Fairfax was not disturbed by it-searcely heard
1t, in fact. He lay upon the sofa in his second
floor parlor this evening, feeling rather out OF
spirits. His thoughts, also, we're unpleasant
ones. He was thinking of PlHlppa, and was
somewhat dissatisfied. Since the letter, in whirh
she had expressed herself with so much fra
aud bitterness, he had marked a great
change in her tone. She was not
child any longer. she was not ELUSIVE,
she had marked out a course for herself,
and was following it. AS to Mr.. Wilfred Car
nege, she avoided all mention of his name. On
that point she was plainly more obstinate than
he had ever found her. 1t almost seemed pos
sible that she would fling fortune away, from
mere girlish pride and scruple. He was telling
himself this when the cab drove up to the door.
There was a ring, which Mrs. Trimbeton an
swered; there was that excellent womans ex
clamation OF bewiderment; there was the sound
of the clear, young voice replying: Yes, mrs.
Trimbleton, and hope you are well;' and then
the sound of the cabman bringing in the box.
Philip Fairfax left his sofa and made step to-
wards the door, when he heard feet upon the
stairs.
patience: ct is not" And then the door
opened and Phil stood before him.
"Philippa!" he cried.
She looked up at him, in a curious, steady
way with bright eyes, whose expression was
strangely changed from their old tender soft
ness
eyes papa" she said; ut is Phlippa. Won't
you shake hands with me!'
He saw that something was terribly wrong
with ner-that she had changed even more than
he had fancied. She did not call him by the Old,
foolish affectionate name; she did not lift up Ter
face to be kissed; she held out her gloved hand,
steadily.
Won't you shake hands with me9T she re-
peated.
He made struggle TO recover himself, and
managed 1t very we'll
'My dear Phil" he said, show you have
amazed re-" And then he bent and kissed her.
''What has happeneda" he asked. Surely
something has happened. or l should have
known something of your intention of return
ing"
Freed from his light embrace, she began to
draw off her gloves and remove her wrappings
She folded the gloves neatly and laid them on
help seeing was the result Of some repressed feel
ing. 49,. .,, 49,
said Il have been found out and sent away"
raising her dark ewes to bis; 'or perhaps, |
should say. that 1 came away because knew
they had found me ont and there was no use in
staying"
He could only echo her words:
"You have been found out and sent away7
Found outl'
Eyes. that is it. Mr. Wilfred Carnegie had
asked me to marry him, and there was some
body who knew the truth, what was the truth at
| first, and they warned him against me- and told
him the whole story, and. we'll, that was the end
of it."
"What did they tell himl" he demanded, q
cold dew breaking out upon his forehead.
s"They told him." still looking at him and
| smoothing out the gloves; they told him that
was an adventures. that you bad sent me to
Brackencleugh, because you thought he would
| fall in love with me, and marry me, and you
wanted his money; they told him that went
| there with that purpose In my mind, ana no
other; they told him that had deceived him
and told him lies that l had accepted him, be-
cause had intended to do so from the first, if
could accomplish my end; they told him that
was bad, and false, and bold; that did not love
him, and that if he married me he would be
throwing his life away; That was all, and
think it was Mrs Duval who said it."
There was chair near Fairfax, and he dropped
into it, catching his breath.
''Good heavens" he exclaimed. "My dear
Phil, this is terrible"
Eyes" said Phil "you won't get any money.
1t is like losing "a game of cards, isn't tl |
have not been any use to you, after all. II
am idle capital" And she stood there and
smoothed the gloves with trembling hand, a
wild, dreadful smile on her lips
Almost the next moment she laid the gloves
down and turned away.
II must GO into my ROOM" she said.
But before she reached the door she staggered,
and caught at the wall
Fairfax sprang to her assistance, but she
shrank from him.
NO" she said; "thank you, will go alone"
And she went alone and shut herself in.
ITO BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY.