The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-02-22
The Mystery Of
Edwin brood
-=By--
Charles Dickens
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You be thankful that your name amt Ned
H. He looks at her quite steadily as he asks
Because it's bad name to have just now
How bad name? ~ .
"A threatened name. A dangerous name
The proverb says that threatened men hFe
long he tells her. lightly; o,.ou -
Then Ned-so threatened is he, wherever ne
may be while am attacking TO YOU deary-
should live 10 all eternity replies the woman
She has leaned forward TO say ii in his ear,
with her foreinger shaking before his eyes. and
now huddles herself together, and with another
direction Of 1 the Traveiers' Lodging House
This is not an inspiriting close To Gull day.
atone, IN sequestered place, be hes
tendency TO call a shudder into being. DE
solves as he walks on to say nothing Oh TINS
night but to mention II to JACK Swh1 alone
row; OF course only as a coincidence, ana not
as anything better worth remembering.
better worth remembering never did He has
another mile or so, TO linger out before the din
and by the river the wonans words are in the
rising wind in the angry sky, in the troubled
solemn echo of them even in the Cathedral
chime, which strikes a sudden surprise TO his
gatehouse.
And SO he goes up the postern stair.
t Jonn Jasper passes more agreeable ana
no music-lessons to give in the holiday season,
his time is his own, but for the Cathedral serv-
ices. He is early among the shopkeepers order
ing little table luxuries that his nephew likes
his nephew VIII Tot be with him long, ne tells
ms proylslon-dealers and so must be petted
and made much of. While out on his hospitable
mentions that dear Ned, and that infiammable
young spark of Mr.. Crispargle's. are TO dine at
the gateho4se to-day and make up their DIFF
towards the intammable young spark He says
I that his Ms esSmplexPa is IN English" And
&c be Jn-English, he considers that thing ever
lasStingly sunk in the bottomless pit,
John Jasper is truly sorry hear Mr.. Sapsea
speak thus, for he knows right we'll that Mr.
SapseS never speaks without a meaning. and
that he has subtle trick of being right. Mr.
Of exactly that opinion.
MI. Jasper is in beautiful voice this day. In
the pathetic supplication to have his heart in
elined to keep this law, he quite astonishes his
IeIo"s by MS melodious power. He has never
sung difficult music with such skill and haf-
mony as in this days Anthem. His nervous
temperament occasionally prone 10 take diff
cult music little too quickly; to-day. his time
These results are probably attained through
grand composure of the spirits. The mere
mechanism Of mis- throat is little tender, for
ne wears, Doth with his singing robe and with
his ordinary dress, a large black scarf of strong
Giose-woven silk. slung loosely round his neck
BUT MS composure is so noticeable, that Mr.
Crisparkle speaks of it as they come out from
with which have heard you Today. Beautiful!
Delightful! You could not have outdone your
Il am wonderfully weii'
Nothing unequal" says the Minor Canon
win a smooth motion of his hand nothing
unsteady; nothing forced. nothing avoided; ali
thoroushly done in a mastery manner, with
Thank you. 1 hope sc. if it is not too much
to say"
"one would think. Jasper. you had been try
ing new medicine for that occasional indispo-
sition OF yours
mo. really? That's well observed. for 1
Then stick to it, my good fellow" says Mr.
Crisparkle. clapping him on the shoulder with
friendly encouragement, stick to it,"
II WILL
II congratulate you." Mr. Crisparkie pursues.
counts''
THANK you again I will walk round to the
plenty of time before my company come; and I
want TO say word to you, which 1 think you
What is it?'
Well We were speaking. the other even
ing, or my black hunors.''
head deploringy.
antidote to those black humors; and you said
you hoped would consign them to the flames'
And L still hope 50, Jasper"
with the best in the world! / mean
to burn this years Diary at the years end"
greatly as he thus begins.
You anticipate me Because I feel that I
NV oeth out OF sorts, gloomy, bilious BRAIN
oppressed, whatever II may be- You said 1 had
been consecutive SO L have
Mr. Crisparkle's frightened face brightens still
more.
II couldn't see it then, because out of
acknowledge 1t with genuine pleasure / made
a great deal of very littl that's the fact"
-, II does me good cries Mr.. Crisparkle." to
"A nan leading ronotonous life," Jasper
proceeds and getting his nerves, his
it loses its proportions. That m. case with
the idea in question. So l shall bum the evil
dence OF my case; when the book is full. and
begin the next volume with clear,r vision
This is better says Mr.. CrislsIrSIe. stop
ping at the steps of his own door TO shake
hands. than could have hoped
~, Why; naturally returns Jasper You had
but little reason to hope that L should become
more Ike yourself You are always training
y8TFsS a to 6 S mind and body as clear
whereas | am muddy, solitary, moping weed
While F naye g9t over M that Shall
my place? If not, he and 1 may walk round
together"
entrance-door with his key that he eft some rne
time ago; at least l know he left and | thnk
ne has not come back But I'll inquire. You
MY company wait" said Jasper, with a.
smile.
moments returns. As he thought i Mr. IN Neville 1eM
has not come back; indeed, as he remembers
now; Mr. Neville said ne would probably go
Bad manners sail, in a host, says Jasper. My
yoL bet that don't find my company embrace
Fl will bet-or 1 would if ever did bet" re-
turns Mr.. Crisparkle that your company will
have a gay entertainer this evening =,
Jasper mods and laughs a goodnight
He traces his steps to the Cathedral door.
and turns down past it to the gatehouse He
a delicate
preston as he walks along 1t still seems as
| If a false note not within his power to-
night and as If nothing could hurry or retard
him. Arriving thus under the arched entrance
shelter 10 pull of that great black scarf and
hang il in a loop upon his arm. For that brief
time, his face is knitted and stern. But it
Immediately clears as he resumes his singing
and his way.
And SO, he goes up the postern stair.
The red light burns steadily all the evening
in the lighthouse the margin of the tide Of
busy life. Softened sOunGs and hum of traffic
pass il and flow on irregularly into the lonely
! Precincts; but very little else goes by, save
violent rushes of wind. II comes on to blow
a boisterous gale.
The Precincts particularly well
| lighted but the strong blasts of wind blowing
| tering the frames too and bringing the glass
| rafting to the ground). they are unusually
| dark tonight. The darkness is augmented and
! confused. by flying dust from the earth. dry
/ tw.gs from the trees and great ragged frag-
/ ments from the rocks nests up in the tower
/ The trees themselves so toss and creak as this
that they in peril of being torn out of the
/ earth: whilo and again crack, and rush
/ ing fall denote that some large branch has
| NJ such power OF wind has blown for MANY
/ a winter night. Chimneys tOpple in the streets
/ and people hold 10 the posts and corners and
/ feet The violent rushes abate not. but increase
/ in frequency and fury until at midnight when
| ing along them. rafting at all the latches and
! tearing at all the shutters, as IL warning the
/ people get up and fly with it. rather than
] have the roofs brought down upon their brains
| still the red light burns steadily Nothing
/ is steady but the red light.
| All through the night the wind blows and
/ there is barely enough light in the east TO dim
| the stars il begins TO lull. From that time with
| occasional wild charges. like a wounded monster
/ IN * dead