The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-05-24

the name OF your passion went out. You
explained your cares to me; told me how
you were placed; how. unless 1 agreed to
eternal separation. ruin stared you in the
face In an evil moment I let you have
your way / cannot now understand why
1 Tell In with your suggestions. The only
excuse can offer is that loved you. and
that woman's love is wholly unselfish and
devoted. At any rate. / gave up the tri-
umph of the stage. the ambition of my
life, and dropped out of public view.
promised to look on, whilst you. spurning
my love, perjured yourself at Gods holy
altar. Now / have come to warn you.
There Is peril before you. Antonio will
find you out, he may learn the truth. and
then nothing could save YOU"
She paused, but Henshaw spoke not
lone thing more / can do for you-only
one thing more. When are you to be mar
ried?'
ION the twenty-sixth,Y Henshaw replied.
mechanically.
''You need have no fear. then, so long as
you can avoid Antonio's vengeance. By the
twenty-sixth you will be free-free to
marry the goldNwhich is more to you than
all the world besides
Nv.
1t was the evening before the day fixed
for the wedding. The millionaire was jul
bilant; his daughter was in equally high
spirits. Cyril Henshaw alone was miser-
able. He paced the floor of the library Of
Belmont House with impatient strides.
You will be free, you will be free" He
kept repeating the significant words Violet
Carpenter had used. What did they mean?
What terrible happening did they suggest?
Surely not He dared not give utterance
to the thought that now for the first time
flashed into his brain. If Violet Carpenter
nobly went to her death, he-he-Cyril
Henshaw, the last of an honored race.
would be her murderer. 'And she loves
me-loves me as this wretched France girl
never could love-" He gave utterance to
the sentiment that forced itself upon him.
81 must go out-out into the air, or shall
go mad"
He let himself out quietly. The street
was deserted, save for organ grinder,
who seemed to be vending his way home.
Henshaw noticed him. and threw him a
shilling. Had he cared to watch the man,
he would have seen him spurn the coin
with his foot and trample it into the mire.
The earl's son wandered on, his gloomy
thoughts chilling his blood, and whispering
fearful accusations into his heart. Muir
derer, murderer" said the voice; murder
er and blackguard!'
He was shadowed; but he was too dis
tracted to observe it. At distance. but
keeping Henshaw well in view, followed
the organ grinder.
Henshaw wandered on and on. hedless
alike of time and place. Suddenly. he
paused. He had come into one of the
largest quarters of the city, and was stand
ing near the gateway of church. The door
was open and he entered.
There were many people there, but in ST.
lent prayer. He, too. knelt down; he also
prayed. The organ grinder silently fol-
lowed, his fierce eyes fixed upon Henshaw.
The sanctuary had a soothing effect upon
Cyrils troubled mind. He could not ex-
plain it; but a strong influence seemed to
seize hold of him. Yet there was nothing
to attract the eye; no music to soothe the
troubled breast. The lights shone dimly
upon the altar. The massive stonework
looked hard and bare and unsympathetic.
With Henshaw's prayer came new resolve,
a new hope. The organ grinder, too. was
deeply moved. The sight of the proud
Englishman bowed in the attitude of prayer
touched his impressionable nature. He was
a devout Catholic, and he could not resist
the peaceful influence of the place. He
trembled violently, and then, making the
sign of the cross, he muttered: my ven
geance must die. He will do right by her.
Oh, altar of Christ! Oh. cross Of Christ,
thou hast conquered"
1t was fully an hour before Henshaw
left the building. The organ grinder fol-
lowed cyril Henshaw,'' he said, putting
a hand on his shoulder, ''you will do right
by her. Promise me-
Strange to say, Henshaw evinced no sur
prise.
Where can find herr" he asked quietly.
eat Llanolwyn." was the reply.
THANK heaven that did not come too
late" for Cyril Henshaw only reached
the little Welsh watering place in time to
avert a tragedy.
"why have you come?' said Violet.
What has made you seek me out?"
cit is the triumph of love-" answered
Cyril; 1.-The triumph of love over gold"
So, too, in the case of Antonio Sanzio.
1t was the triumph of love-but love of an
other and nobler kind.
Copyright. 1901