The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1898-01-09

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| steamer. He's been ID Boston Nften before
but we never had met / had nsrd work to
/ get him to consent to come Tonight. He
/ says he's got to settle down to work now
| in earnest. Let me find you a chair, and
! then I'll bring him up for inspection"
The gentleman who had excited Mr.. Gam
| ble's compassion seemed loath to leave his
| quiet corner.
Il want to introduce you to a young lady
| who will agree with all your enthusiasts
| about music, art, and literature, said Gam
| Bile; besides, she is a lovely girl.
"Oh. please excuse me. ] want to listen
to Fraulein Sonnenschein, who is to sing
soon.''
"Oh, well you needn't fear but that you'll
| have a chance to listen. / hope We'll have
something different from the sugary sweet
ness of music such as we have had so far
this evening. Now. you needn't look as
you like Gottschalk and Heibert and all
| that sentimental school, but want to near
something from Schumann or Beethoven.
| Well. come on; / am not going TO let you
/ off My patience is all gone.
| By this time Dora was surrounded by
several gentlemen who were making the
| best of the opportunity to fill their pro-
grann1es for the coming dance. The ap-
| pearance of Mr.. Gamble and his friend was
! unnoticed, but as they paused opposite her
| Gamble felt a nervous tremor go through
the arm he was grasping, and he saw tnat
| his companions firm lips were tightly con-
! pressed.
The introduction was cut short by the
| sight of Dora's agitated face.
II believe 1 have met Miss Winford be-
| fore" DR.. Van Auley said quickly, anxious
to shield her from Mr.. Candles curious
/ eyes. THE room is very warm. Will you
| allow me to take you to the conservatory
Almost in a dream she took his arm. The
| conservatory was almost deserted except
for few people who Were enjoying the
soft. subdued light. The two, thus uneX-
pectedly thrown together, said nothing;
! Dora was struggling for self-control, ana
Dr. Van Auley himself was ag1tated ana III
Have you been well these last two
years?" he managed at last to say as ne
thickly growing leaves of some tropical
VERY well indeed. thank. YOU, she an an
onpressiye e silence OR Il hope You also
dOh, yes" he interrupted quickly; MY
trip to Germany, did me great dea H., Oh
| and then down the Rhine Then spent d
whole winter in Florence. Oh, what pedu-
tiful old city it is.
| ant to pass with some ices, Dora stole a
look at his face. 1t was thin and pale
| deep lines of care around the eyes; the eyes
themselves. thoughtful and serious looked
as though they had entirely lost their olu
| habit of flashing on occasion with lauSnter
| or JOY The mans whole aspect appealed 10
all the tenderness in Dora's nature She
/ forgot her pride, the old indignant sense OF
wrong, the painful humiliating past she
| seemed to know, as by flash or lntultloli'
! that he loved her still, and that word from
her could bring back the old-tlme hght 10
his eyes. But she felt she could not spear.
I
| say about some of his experiences IN FLO
! renee; but he soon saw how superficial the
whole conversation was ana ne Degan M 40 o
! silence had become constrained ana oppres-
| sive when, to the relief of both, they heard
| the distant strains of a waltz. -,
"They are going to dance now, oeEeve,
| he said. Shall l not take you back! your
programme, 1 see, is almost fuil
There is room for dance with you, she
| said with a faint, shy glance, as she rose.
| She wondered afterwards how she came 10
say these words, but they came almost With
| out VOlitiOn.
Their effect upon DR.. Auley was like wine;
| IT have almost forgotten how to dance,
he said smiling but II you WIN ir glT ne noe 1ooeG
directly into her face, perhaps you VIII
teach me the way you once did Sne looked
and going in her cheeks, her eyes so bright
with excitement and back of that almost a
| love-light in them, that he could not forDear
| this one allusion to the past.
| WHY. DR.. Van Auley' she exclaimed,
| impetuously. you know you are the pest
waltzer in Boston" ~
| to suggest that you have not good mem
ory Miss WinfoI1,' he said, but think
this time it plays you false
MY memory is too good a one, she an
| swered, rashly.
| When DR. Van Auley and Dora reached
| the ballroom the dancing had already COM
| menced and the former was conscious OF
/ almost boyish love of 1t when ne heard
the familiar strains of one of Strauss
| WaltzeS.
| Dora answered his questioning look by a
| simple nod of her head, and the next mo-
! ment his arm was around her ana they
were in the swing of the step ana the meas
| lre The color famed up into her cheeks
! once as they whirled past Lillian ana Spe
! caught her astonished, ineuiring look; put
| she soon gave herself up entirely to the en-
| chantment of a dance with one OF the most
| perfect walters she had ever known. Only
| when the music ceased did they stop, and
then it was to pause in silence near an open
! window They were neither of them con-
scous of any one but themselves-tney
| both felt so buoyantly happy only to be To-
DO you know haven't danced since |
danced last with you?' DR.. Van Auley SAD SAD
moved aside to be out OF the way or otners.
| ''Why?" The question came only IN q
faint whisper He could merely see sm ian
portion of her face, but he noticed how the
/ ready color sprang into it as she asked II.
Il had been SO happy with you, l could
why. then, did you leave me so cruelIy?"
| Dora asked as she half leaned out the open
window. The lights on the lawn Mashed Mt
fully before her eyes, half blinded with the
Strange time and place for a reconciliation
/ between loverS-here in this crowded pail
room, but the spell of the hour was upon
why did leave you, Dora?, How can
you ask, when 1t was youTselI VINO seilt ,,l In9
Come: here's your wrap: see a way out
| through that little side door. Come, before
| any or those IeliOWS sec YOU oIu oon ~
The next moment they were out in the
silent beautiful night. DR.. Van Auley
wrapped the shaWl-which, by the way;
| belonged to some one else-about her, ana
| then seized her hands in close, lmpetuouS
grasp co44-o,,o,,.,s toa,,-
! tiful music is right, after all, SAID Dora,
e na al the nP house. while listening to Pro
lessor De List tonight / was thinking OF
| that afternoon when you first played Tor
me The Last Hope 1t had no message
| for me tonight but one of sadness; | feit
| skentical: once or twice I fear / felt rebel
| lions | little dreamed that what 1t prom
| ised was to be fulfilled tonight, that the lost
| Joy was so soon to come back
| Nv.
One afternoon about three weeks later DR..
Van Auley flung himself from his horse at
| the door of the Winfords' home.
Dora isn't here" said Lillian stepping
out from the library window. "She has gone
for walk down the avenue. Will you wait
or go and find her?'
| Dora had already emerged from the shad-
/ ows of the elm trees when she heard the
hoofs of Dr. Van Auley's horse.
II felt in such a hurry to see you" he
said, as he sprang from the saddle, L could
| not wait for you to get home. have some
thing to tell you. l received letter about
half an hour ago which ! want to show
YOU
He wound the bride around one hand and
with the other drew from his pocket soied
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