The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-03-16

umphly homeward.
Hello, Stubby, old boy! Why, what's
that"
Hello. Arthur! When d'yOu get
homer"
Las night; but what you got in the
cart?"
'Nothin', on'y girl sayl I've got a
gun! !" And Stubby rushed into the house
To get his present.
Little girl, what's your name?" asked
Arthur.
Babe"
"Babe! Babe WHAT"
No reply.
You amt afraid of me. are you little
black eyes?"
The little "black-eyes" looked fearlessly
and steadily ut the tall, handsome, we'll
dressed boy, and shaking her head said
slowly:
Mop"
Slubby's new double-barraled shotgun
was pronounced a "corker" by Arthur,
and shooting expedition for the alter
noon was planned at once.
Along toward evening they returned
two pretty serious-looking lads.
well, / suppose it is the best way to
walk right up and face the music, said
his black-haired companion 10 Stubby.
He'd probably find it out anyway, who
did 1t, and I'll go with you. I'm in the
scrspe too, and ii the squire says so I'll
have father pay him for EN-. I'd kinder
like too see Laura, too, long she's hurt, III
be right back after supper" and Arthur
went home. But after supper the Colonies
man called at Aunty's and said that
Arthur couldn't come out that night.
When Arthur got home his father was
there, and both of his parents were unu-
sually silent. He thought he could see
traces of tears in his fathers eyes, and his
mothers were nearer IL than he remem-
bered to have ever seen them.
Arthur, my boy. said the colonel at
last; Arthur, so far as your fathers help
ing you is concerned, you are the poorest
boy in Mapleyille tonight"
why, what do you mean by that,
father? lost your money!"
YES, every dolIar-Worse than that.
Arthur, my father gave me handsome
sum TO 90 into the world with, but. NV
child"-and the brave colonels voice
quiyered-'your father isn't today worth
one penny"
William, compose yourself; this is no
way TO talk. Pshaw. you will start in
again and before long we'll snap our
fingers at these people who wouldn't help
you
No, Emily; l shall never 90 into bust
ness under my own name again. ] will be
able to keep Us going by buying on COM
mission, but never under my own name
again, never. The crash is too frightiul.
Emily, won't you let this place 20 in to
help out some OF those poor creditors ?"
''No, sir, William! You gave me this
place-it's my own. My boy and I are
not quite beggars vet, though you would
try aud make us SUCH" And the LADY,
taking Arthur with her, left the room.
And the man who could go at the head
of a thousand men uDfinching!y into the
very jaws OF death, groaned and was
sDirit-broken. Not because his wife and
child would have to be denied their &C
customed Injuries. but because he was q
man OF the strictest honor, and he knew
that his property would not half pay
those VINO had trusted him; and under
meath ali the conviction came home 10
him in terrible force that his whole life
work had been failure. He had started
out with every advantage money,
friends, education, a will to work hard
and do right; and now, after years of la.
Dor. he must acknowledge to him.
self that he had been an In.
capable steward. There was not a
single act OF treachery among those
whom he had leaned upon that he could
point to as the cause of his downfall, MOI
a single serious instance OF what is called
hard luck, that common business so.
gacty would not have avoided. Bitter as
it was to admit in his own secret soul, he
knew that he lacked business judgment
and business capacity. That was some
Ni,,4 4 L.,
plans for the great house he had hoped tC
establish Tor his son were swept aside for
ever.
He had not intentionally wronged OH,
man, but already the flood OF reproacl
hard.
Miss Martha Warren had been readint
| to Laura that evening from the "Idyls o
the King" The squire was in his STUDY
or office 10 a distant part of the house
and she had laid the book aside and wa
! in one of those moods which at time
| made her very confidential with he
/ niece.
Miss Warren was of a sympatheti
nature, and music and poetry made he
| sentimental. She subdued this in tn
! presence OF ner brother, who had to-
much of the old Puritanical, practica
| Ideas to appreciate or even UNDERSTAND
some depths in his sisters nature; but a
| Laura grew older there was a secret reel
pToCity of confidence and affection be
tween them that is sometimes seen be
tween an old and a much younger sister
Yes, Laura" the lady was saying
"James Lorraine was the nandsomest, an,
I'm afraid, the widest young man in ihi
country. O, the pranks lie used to Gu
MP! Being our cousin, he was often a
the house in those days, but father dis
liked him always. l don't think tina
! James was ever bad-not so bad as the
tried to make him out and / ueed to sec
great deal OF him-when we were young,
added the lady gently. But from a DO
he was full OF mischief, and as he grey
older, delighted in doing wild and DARN
| things. / couldn't begin TO tell you q
the harum. scarum scrapes he was int
Why, when he was ten years odd Wa
eight, l recollect-Aunt Abigail, who wa
q very timid and nervous old lady. came t
visit Us, and one night he was at on
house and STAYED all night with yoU
father, and before the boys went to bee
he rugged up a scRre-crow of q man, an
put it under her bed"
so, dear! what q fright We all had
Aunt Abigail, when she looked under til
bed, gave a shrek and went into hys;eriC
and commissions, and We thought sh
would die before morning He felt dreaC
fully sorry when he saw what he mad dom
They used 30 punish him awfully, but
| only mada him wOrsq Whan ha W.