The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-10-31

/ Frank Rutherford of II. He was so OBJ
! viously disconnected that his friend was
/ as much annoyed as amused when he
] left her
| CHAPTER Nv.
In the spring of that year a wealthy
and benevolent Australian visited En-
| gland. He brought a letter of introduc-
ton to Lady Bland, and became pro-
found admirer, in strictly fntherly
! fashion. of Miss Brevoort. He visited
her school, and announced bis intention Of
/ endowing an institution of the kind on a
! larger scale in his native land. You've
| got capital teacher" said he You
couldn't tell me of any one equally gcod?''
and he named his proposed rate # pay
ment, double Fentons salary.
| Cordelia pondered Fenton was not a
/ strong man, and the English winters tried
| him. She suggested that the Australian
| appointment should be offered to MIN.
THE benevolent gentleman jumped at the
| idea; he heard the whole history. and
offered Fenton the post. Fenton very
gratefully, very humbly, very apologet-
! ically refused It. The Australian would
not take the refusal. being stru TX by
! Fenton's method of teaching, his talents,
and the infinite amount Of pains he took.
He gave him a month to consider II.
Cordelia went to see him and to re-
monstrate. why don't you accept?"
Il am contented here; unless you are
! dissatisfied"
THAT is foolish, Mr.. Fenton. 1 am
satisfied. of course, but really this is a
splendid opportunity. and you know you
cannot stand the fogs''
II do not want anything better than I
have. 1 am getting used. to fogs; 1 like
them"
Like them! You told me you could
hardly breathe in the them"
Il am not ungrateful, but do not want
to go"
this present appointment does not give
you a fair chance. / think you don't know
how very clever Mr.. Anderson thinks
would push you forward as l cannot;
and altogether, the entire change, the
china te. the new country
Miss Brevoort VIII YOU tel me am
impertinent If say something
No
'.T6en 'entreat me not to leave thee
You do not know how very much your
friendship is to me; / am utterly I'M
worthy Of it, but 1 cannot give it up.
You would not Mr. Fenton; l hope
we shall always be frlends-great and
trusted friends. as we are now"
1T would not be the same. L should
not see you, | should not hear your voice,
should not feel, as 1 do now, that any
hour. any minute, l might hear your step,
see your smile, feel the unspeakable
beauty and comfort of your presence"
COrdelia had not talked much lately of
the superiority of the many over the unit
| of the psychial development of woman
as opposed to man. Something, some one,
was winnowing and sitting the chaff from
the grain. Yet though she. was conscious
that the influence Of a uni5 had metamor-
phosed Mark FentOn and given HIS new
life and strength. mentally and morally,
she now became vaguely aware that the
conversation was growing, too subjective.
They We're seated in The studio; the
swing-door at the end of the room opened.
This way, Mrs. Braintree. Good
morning. Fenton. l just met my friend,
Mrs. Braintree, passing here, and per-
suaded her in TO see that "Undine' of
yours. 1t has look Of her Mr.. Ruther-
ford was with her. so he has-I beg your
pardo Miss Brevoort, L did not see you"
1t was Mr.. Anderson; Cordelia stood up,
with a sense of having been tricked.
Frank Rutherford with Mrs. Braintree!
Dear COrdeiia," cooed that lady to
! her, Il can explain Is this the-Ah-
| h-h!' 1t was as honest a Shrek as ever
burst from a pair of lying lips. Mark"
of powerful mind, but she went into hys-
terics. The resurrection of a dead man of
shady antecedents Is q cruel strain upon
the nerves of a true believer in the gospel
of getting on" when the dead man is
the believers husband. This was the
painful position Of Alice Braintree.
Leave her to me-" said Corde.ia quick
ly pray ,eave her to me-" She tried to
support her. from the studio; Fenton fol-
lowed; his face was gray Let me come
too" he whispered. "She was-she is
my wife"
Cordeiia was filed with sympathy.
"Ahr' she cried. ''She thought you were
dead. and this Is Joy"
Fenton smiled rather bitterly, but did
not answer. Mrs. Braintree began to re-
cover her speech, but not her self-control.
Your size exclaimed. "And I thought 1
was free, Oh, there never was a woman SO
shamefuly treated as l am-never"
Fsnton was silent.
Alice cried Cordelia.
do you know who your protege is?"
screamed the angry woman. He is a re-
turned convict, a thief l have had to
change my name, and work like a galley
slave. through that man. | believe he set
il abroad that he was dead from sheer
spite | might have married, or anything.
On. it's infamous: l tell you land you may
tel Mr.. Anderson). he's a thief
II know your husbands past history,
Alice" said Corle,ia. "He tod ii to me-
And you help man like that! You are
mass Of affection. 1 suppose You sought
new experience, a p.atonic filtration with
returned convict"
COrdelia turned white
''Aice.' said FentOn, you may give me
your wife,y welcome in whatever terms
YOU Please; You siEaI not insult Miss
BrevOOrt. ! forbid you to speak another
word"
Mrs Braintree collected her scattered
senses. 'Cordelia." she said, with diluted
smile Of hysterical rage and conei.iation, Il
90 not know what / have been saying
d-d-dear. | am an i!l-used woman;
have suffered shock; L have endured
much at the hands Of that man; our paths
must lie apart; he knows this, 1 am sure
he wishes it. / grieve if l have spoken to
you, my on-on-only friend, unjustly."
you were excited Alice; do not think
more of it. Forgive me if 1 say that your
husband has suffered too. I will go now,
and leave you TO talk. L hope you will
persuade him 20 accept Mr.. Andcrson's
Offer
She turned 20 Fenton and held out her
hand; he took it silently. Mark she
said calling him thus for he first time,
II hope this may mean happiness for
you. 1 shall see you again in a few days.
l am always your friend-yoI know that.
She turned away.
"One moment. sweet" said Mrs. Brain
tree. Dear Cordelia, even at this try
ing moment, l cannot bear that you
should judge me harshly; you thought r.
strange to meet me with Mr. Rutherford
To my great happiness, find it was =
Mr. F. C. Rutherford with whom my