The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-10-01

should be drawn 10 the spot Wnere ne De-
Heved the proof of his guilt lay buried. he
added quickly, But If we could wait to
haul down that signal 1t might save others
a needless search and loss of time
= We'll no. said the mate. 81 should say
we'd best leave that as a landmark for the
rest O. yer party. in case they trail back
here agin."
At this moment the report of a gun Glove
the air. luke started violently and the
man FASTENED to explain that it was a sig
nal TO recall them at once to the Delaware.
Sc. hardening his heart against the last
effort of his conscience on behalf of the
man h was so fouHy DESERVING. luke
pulled himself together and they all
FASTENED off in the direction of the belated
whaler, whose destination, he now learnt,
was San Francisco.
Half an hour later her skipper was giving
a right hearty welcome to the solitary
emaciated Englishman his men had rescued.
Poor fellow, he can't forget the other"
he thought, as he noticed the sombre
thoughtfulness that repeatedly shaded the
mans face.
And the skipper was right.
III.
Yes. / do love It! 1t is the best river CO.
ing, deny 1t who will. / hav rowed on 1t,
skated on it and sleighed on it, hundreds
of times. and 1t has never played me false!"
declared Cornelie Tricot. her clear, dark
eyes looking away over the sparkling wa
tiers of the st. Lawrence.
What in creation could play you false?'
said Anthony luke with impressive tender
ness, as. resting on his oars. he gazed into
the piquant face of the little French-Ca-
madam.
-
After a fairly quick voyage, the Della
ware had safely arrived at San Francisco,
where he had found a mail ship on the point
of starting for Liverpool. Arrived there, he
at once communicated with his bankers.
for he was almost penniless. And from
them he learnt that during his absence, his
godfather had died and bequeathed him
$4,000.
On receiving this unexpected intelligence,
which placed him in comparative affluence,
his thoughts turned to Cornelie Tricot,
whom he had met in Scarborough two years
| previous: and who. with her frank. viva
cious ways, had quickened his callous ma
ture into a passion that all but overcame
his mercenary determination to win Hilda
Thornley, and her fortune-which aim, it
seemed to him, there was every prospect of
his accomplishing. So his chagrin may be
iAioShACus Which,, dlIcI lUlcSOiuS UdppllcSS
with the only girl he had ever really loved,
and staining his soul with murder, the
heiress quietly told him that she was con-
WINGED of Gerald Fairfield's innocence of
the crime imputed TO him, and should hold
herself his promised wife until the time of
his release.
But to return to the point of his improved
circumstances, and renewed thoughts of
1 COrnelip Trfcof-uhich coon rac,,ltad IN HE
recrossing the Atlantic to Canada.
He felt pretty confident that whether he
found her maid or wife, he would soon sue
coed in regaining her affections. But his
) capacity for evil-doing was not tested in
this respect. for on reaching Kingston.
where she lived with her father in a quaint,
timber-built house overlooking the broad
river and Thousand isles, he found her unz
trammelled by any tie. A state of affairs
that he attributed to the impression that
he made on her In former days-for, as of
yore, she was beset by admirers and suitors.
An ardent renewal of his attentions had
eliminated during this glorious July morn
ing in a passionate avowal and a frank &C.
ceptance.
Both love and wealth were now his, and
surely with these, he told himself, he could
Danish all grim membranes and grim
mer forebodings. So throwing remorse to
the winds, he gave himself up to the
triumphant citation of the present hour.
who could play you false?' he repeated
leaning forward and imprisoning one of her
soft hands in his.
Her eyes met his with a wistfulness alto
gether foreign to their bright depths.
Il don't care much who does. 80 long as
one proves true, and all / believe him"
she said, softly.
He drew his breath sharply, and asked in.
voluntarily:
"And what If you should learn that he is
%not-would the fall of the idol crush your
love?''
1T would crush out my life!' she said
impulsively; then, as if ashamed of her out.
spoken fervor, she shrugged her shoulders
saying lightly, "But 1 do hate unpleasant
hypothesis! What were we talking of-oh
this dear old river, and all its delights. ]
am looking forward to the sleighing above
all. 1 hope you enjoy that?"
Il shall enjoy anything in your sweet
company" he made answer, while his
thoughts reverted to those wild sleigh
drives through arctic desolation. He haC
kept as keen a watch as possible on the
newspapers. but, TO his relief. he had seer
no intelligence relating to the rest of the
expedition, He had not yet told her of his
having Joined it, being unwilling to enter
into any conversation on that subject.
And the tobogganing,' she ran on, "that
is rare fun, especially watching the timiC
ones. If they were making a descent into
hades they could not look much more terri.
fled. Kate Norris, an English friend OF
mine, used to call it 'snatching a fearful
joy And that reminds me-the letter tina
father handed me when we were starting
is from her. she said, drawing a bulky
envelope from her pocket. And now you
may have a cigarette while I read 1t.
can promise you some tit-bits of gossip, .
she added. breaking the seal.
Awaiting himself of her gracious permits.
sion, he lighted up and fell to watching hel
eager perusal of the closely written pages.
This is romantic" she exclaimed pres.
emily. Listen and say If it isn't just like
a novel. i daresay you remember my tell
ing you about a beautiful young heiress
Hilda Thornley,, who was foolish enough tc
shut UP her splendid house i'm Mayfair anc
immune herself in a lonely old house or
Dartmoor, all for the sake of an occasiona
glimpse of her convict lover, Gerald Fair
field. Well. this sad little story has had q
most delightful sequel. About a month agt