The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1900-04-08

'I saw your face last night" said
Ciarissa.
"And you kept it secret! But why didn't
you tell me?"
81 sent you a note"
cit never reached me-"
"T heard you were gone. I thought ]
should never see you again. But now, oh.
give up the jewels. Give them back to me,
and 1 will try to save you at any cost"
"It is too late. You save me? Yes, once
I thought you might. Now it is beyond
even you. 1 must go tonight, every mo-
ment Is a risk. The entities are on the
| lookout, only the festival made some delay.
You don't know"
'No-no-I know nothing. L don't under
| stand, but you should have told me the
| truth"
"Try to remember, whatever you hear,
that I did love you. 1 have risked every
thing now, only to catch one glimpse of
you. I could not act a lie to you any
longer"
Go now! Go! Mr.. Forsyth is coming
back"
"Clarissa, you will not altogether cast
me OFF,"
"No, never! But, oh. Phil, how could
you-how could you'll"
There was a slight movement of the
sarong. Clarissa caught a glimpse of eyes
ablaze with passion, love, resentment, pain
she could hardly tell which. Then a voice
called, Miss Carr, Miss Carr-where are
YOUR" and she was forced to step back to
meet her messenger returning with the
scarf.
mot far away" she said. laughing, and
drew the black lace over her head, hnger-
ing a little. When the reached the road
the Malay had disappeared.
They made their way through a various
crowd; a circle of dancers, gigantic marion
cites, figures of women with skirts hoped
and distended, supported on the shoulders
of Indians, whose bare brown legs appeared
beneath. prancing. piroueting u~ntiringly;
beyond there was a group of beggars
squatted in relieved content: and then in
the center of a little space was stationed
the silver car. Exquisitely chased and
carved, large enough to support at each OF
its four corners the reclining figure of an
Indian, dark and sleek, against the silver
tracery, it was worthy of attention; on a
lofty seat in the center OF the cnarlOt
squatted the golden image.
Clarissa looked up with a curious sense
Of fascination. The last time she had seen
that yellow countenance Phil had been be-
side her; they had joked a little about the
worship of the thing. And now! Oh. the
hideous mockery of it! The idol in its i'm
pervious autocracy was to her an image of
the world that had slain Phil. The torches
and the flare from the plain illuminated
the beggary and the wealth. the squalor
and the ~prodigality. n the entities. with
shining bodies swathed in ~spotless white,
stood round, smiling a little with the calm
of those who help to. widen the experience
of the ignorant. And Phil, the ~outcast.
with his young ruined life. was flying
through the night.
Miss Carr said a voice at her side,
would you please look to your right
there, under the SIENNA tree-not too hasti-
Typ
Clarissa. without turning her head. knew
who had spoken: it was the detective who
had called that morning, sent by Andrew
MacLaren. Had he seen her whispered
colloquy beside the gateway n followed
her? She knew. also. who was beneath
the SIENNA tree; but she looked at last.
do you think" said the detective. that
the woman standing alone is your visitor
of last night?"
The Malay was there, but looking bent.
Axswn together. shrunksns