The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-05-24
THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE
BY VINCENT WRA,

Whilst the majority OF British pleasure
resorts were desolate and deserted, Liam
olwyn still boasted the presence OF visit
ors. Not many, of course, for Ii was the
month OF December and Christmas was
near at hand. But the picturesque
Welsh watering place has special at
fractions during the winter season.
Not, be 1t understood. in the shape
OF concerts, balls, pantomimes and
the like. but owing solely to the gentle
ness of fits climate. The big masses OF
mountain that hem il in on the east-that,
in fact, may almost be said TO hold 1t In
fond and warm embrace-shut out the cold.
piercing inhospitable winds which are so
terribly trying to the weak and ailing.
Even the water of the bay, which on the
west sweep around in a glorious curve, are
rarely troubled by the fierce gales which
now and again. and with lamentable fire.
quency. lash into ungovernable fury the
more exposed parts of the Atlantic. Thus
does 1t happen that some folks who can
afford to do it winter at Llanolwyn;
and they contentedly declare that the ex-
perience is quite as delightful as-of course.
much less costly-a sojourn meath the
Of Mentone.
Generally speaking, the visitors put up
at the elaborate hotels which enterprise
has provided. Private apartments are
never popular during the winter months.
This the Llanolwyn landlady knows full
well. and accordingly reckons to make her
years keep in the season. If by chance or
good fortune she encounters a stranger
who prefers home comforts" and freedom
to the somewhat systematized and restrict
ed routine OF hotel life, she Immediately
shakes hands with herself. and prepares to
receive the envious congratulations Of her
friends and neighbors.
In the particular December to which this
story has reference Mrs. Llewelyn Jones
was the iandlady upon whom good luck'
had smiled. On the third Of the month a
young lady called upon her. She gave her
name as Miss Violet Carpenter, and ex-
pressed the intention of taking apartments
In Llanolwyn. Mrs. Llewelyn Jones-it
is necessary to repeat the '.Llewelyn's to
distinguish her from the many other Joneses
in the town-smilingly professed her willing
ness to oblige. The rooms at liberty were
shown and approved. and. better than all
references, fortnight's rent was paid
down ION the nall
Mrs. LleweIyn Jones at once manifested
considerable interest in her new lodger,
and not without excellent reason. Violet
Carpenter could boast of great deal more
than the ordinary share of good looks.
Fair. tall and undeniably graceful. she pre-
sented a striking example of English
beauty. Added to this, her every word
and gesture denoted high breeding and
culture. "a perfect lady," decided Mrs.
Llewelyn Jones, who was no mean judge of
such matters; and the worthy woman
straightway began to wonder by what con-
course of circumstances her visitor had
been driven, or induced, whichever 1t might
be, to come alone, at this season of the
year, to Llanolwyn. For the present. at
any rate, Mrs. Llewelyn Jones's curios-
ity had to feed upon those endless sur
misses of which the creative brain of the
average landlady is capable. Carefully
yelled inquiries, gentle hints. automatically
suggested. alike were futile. Miss Car
renter obstinately refused to be drawn"
Never by so little stray word did she
give any clew TO her home, her friends,
or the reason of her visit to the little Welsh
town. shes young, but you may depend
upon 1t that she's got history" was the
conclusion at which Mrs. Llewelyn Jones
eventually arrived. though, unlike many of
her class. she had the good sense to keep
her opinion to herself.
The first week of violet's stay at Liam
olwyn was uneventful. She passed most
of her time by the seashore. A favorite
seat of hers was a big, rough bowlder
against which, at high water, playful
wavelets rolled. TO be broken into slender
columns OF spray. Here the girl would
sit for hours at a stretch, gazing visit
fully out upon the wide waste of waters
She was lonely. and In the loneliness of
the sea she seemed to find the sympathy
she Ionged for. Violet Carpenter was mis-
cradle and heartbroken, and 1t was true
that she had history. But what that his
tory was, how terrible and tragic in the
events IL comprised. not even Mrs. Llewelyn
Jones could have imagined. She had loved
tenderly and devotedly, and she still loved.
Her very presence at Llanolwyn was an
indication of the depth, the sincerity, the
unselfshness of her passion.
1t was the evening of the second day of
the second week of her stay in Lianolwyn.
She sat In her accustomed place watching
the heaving bosom of ocean and thinking
over the troubled events of her life One
man the world to her. Again and
again had she listened to his strong, plead
ings. to his fervent vows, to his declara-
tions of eternal fidelity. And now
Cyril. 1 can die for your she cried
And I WILL will. But, oh. that it could
have been otherwise. Why is 1t that fate
Is so cruel. so unfeeling?" She sobbed
bitterly. and the moaning of the sea
blended with the anguish In her voice. The
tide was coming in; already an. water was
creeping around the base of the rock
Even now she could not return without
wetting her feet, but she did not seem to
notice II. Grief is absorbing as joy
Neither did she hear the sound of foot
steps behind her. A voice. with an unmis-
taxable foreign accent. called her name.
violet. have found you'll"
The girl started like guilty thing. Then
she sprang from her seat. splashed Through
the shallow water. and faced the speaker.
Antonio Sanzio-you!" she exclaimed
YES" he returned, with a low chuckle
"a pleasant surprise for you, no doubt
How did you find me? Why did you fol-
low me here?" she gasped.
How did find you? Why did / follow
your" he repeated. These questions. swee,
one, are easy TO answer as they are to
ask. AS for the first, you OF all people
should know that the movements of sc
celebrated, so gifted, so charming a young