Bloomington Progress, Bloomington, Monroe County, 27 October 1899 — Page 3

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CHAPTER V. Gladie received the news of that engagement with triumph that was yet half bewilderment. She, like Mrs. Audley, had always more than half suspected that Lenore preferred Cyril; now, she said to herself that she had been wrong there could be no inducement except real loye in this marriage; there was neither wealth nor title. "So it was Austin all the time," she said, "and I have been wearing my life away with anxiety, thinking it was Cyril. Even if it had been if they had been engaged twenty times over I should have kept my vow." May passed with its harebells and hawthorns; June came with its roses and lilies; July, with its blaze of scarlet poppies and full-blown limes. That summer the marriage was to take place, but it would be when summer was waning. Lenore walked one morning through the Barton Woods. Of late there had grown on her a spirit of unrest; she could not tell why or wherefore a terrible spirit, that made the four walls of a room utterly unbearable to her, hat drove her out to the woods andvtline fields, always seeking counsel from her own heart and finding none. What ailed her, what possessed her, what had gone wrong in her life? she, who ought to have been happier than any other. On this morning the conversation had turned upon her wedding dress. Gladie was vitally interested in It, not forgetting to put in a plea about her own. "I must have something very nice," she said. "Sir Cyril is sure to come to Sour wedding, Lenore; if I am your ridemaid he will be your best man, and we shall be thrown together." A very natural speech, Lenore felt that It was so, yet it made her angry, so irritated, that she could no longer talk pleasantly to her mother about muslin and silk. The room seemed small and close; every word uttered by everybody seemed tirecome. She said to herself that she was overtired, and she must go out; yet, when she was out in the beautiful sunshine, the sense of irritation remained with her. She stood at the white-barred gate which led to the entrance of Barton Wood. She sighed as she watched a bright-winged pheasant; life was not all she had pictured it; the fancies and dreams of her girlhood were not realized. "I seem to have missed something," she said, "and I cannot tell what I have missed.'.' At that moment she caught sight of a man's figure crossing the wood. Why should her face flush a hot crimson that almost pained her, then grow white as a snow drop white even to the lips? Why should her hands tremble and her brain reel? It was Cyril; there could be no mistake. Cyril, the knight, with the soldier's erect carriage and the knightly air of dignity; Cyril, her old friend and play

fellow, whom she had known as long as she had known Austin CyriL whom, of course, she admired very much, as did every one who knew him. What was the mist that seemed to spread out in the air between himself and her? She seemed dazed and half bewildered. "I must have felt frightened," she said to herself in half pitied excuse for her own emotion. '"Yet why should the sight of Cyril frighten me?" "Lenore!" cried a cheery voice, full of deep, rich music; "Lenore!" She was utterly unable to answer; she raised her beautiful, colorless face with something of the dauntless spirit which burned in her gallant father's breast when he faced the Sepoys' fire. "Lenore!" The cry was repeated, then came the crash of strong footsteps among the bracken and the fern. Then a dark, handsome face was smiling into hers a face full of fire and passion and power; dark eyes, full of something before which her own fell. "Lenore," he said, "how strange that I should meet you, how strange that I should find you here. I was going to the Manor House purposely to see you." Why could she not answer him? Why should her pale face grow paler, and her hands tremble from his clasp? He looked half surprised, half amused. The man never lived yet whom feminine timidity did not flatter, or a girl's pretty coyness disarm. "Absence has been a bad friend to me, Lenore!" he said. "Have you not one word of greeting for me? I have been away all these months, yet you have not one word when I return." "I did not know you had returned," she said, shyly. 'I was going to say that I hardly knew it myself," ne replied. "I wonder if you can guess at all why I came, Lenore?" "I no I never can guess anything," he answered. "Then I shaM be compelled to tell you, and it will not be an unpleasant task; but you must be civil to me first, Lenore. Hold out that pretty white hand of yours I remember the touch of it so welland ay that you are pleased to see me." She held out her hand. "I am much pleased to see you," she aid. But why did the touch of his strong fingers on her hand make her heart beat

and her whole frame tremble? She had shaken hands with him a hundred times

before.

"Lenore," he cried, half impatiently, "I do not believe that you are pleased to

see me."

Then she roused herself, for she heard

something like pain in his voice. "Indeed I am much pleased," she hast

ened to answer; "why should I be anything else? But even now you have not told me when you came, whom you have

seen, or if you have heard any news. She spoke rapidly, as though she would

fain give him so much to answer that he should not have time for any ideas of his

own. "I am remiss not to have explained my

self before," he said. "I tell you it was

this dream of the music of the river, and

your voice with it, which brought me

home. I reached Eastwold late last night, so late that few of the servants were up. I rose early this morning; my mind, and brain, and heart were so full of one idea, I could not sleep; and then I have wan

dered about here, longing for the hour

when etiquette would permit me to call at the Manor House to see you; so that I

have spoken to no one except my valet

and the housekeeper, not even to my dear and faithful friend Austin." She started again, as though some

keen, secret pain stirred her. He did not?

notice it. "Then you have heard no news?" she said to him, "No; there could be none which would interest me," he replied. - She could not tell how it was, but she had a keen, passionate longing for him to know at once that she was going, to be married; yet she could not tell him, she did not know why or wherefore, but she could not. So they wandered down the beautiful, shady river banks, the bright beauty of the morning beating high in their hearts, love, hope and fear thrilling like the pulse of youth. "I have come from a long distance to say something," he said, "and now that I am here, I lack the courage to begin." "I do not believe that you ever lacked courage for anything," she answered.

CHAPTER VI. "Let me look at you," he said; "and see if you are what my dreams pictured you far away." She did not raise her head, as she would once have done, with proud, petulant grace and a sharp repartee; her beautiful head dropped from him, and she spoke no word. "Yes," he said, "you are more beautiful, Lenore, even more beautiful than my dreams had pictured you. But there is something new in your face something I have never seen there before." "I do not think I have changed at all," she answered. "You have been so accustomed to the Welsh faces lately, that you have forgotten what the English ones are like. Are the Welsh faces very hand

some, sir Uynl?" "Yes; but, Lenore, I did not leave Cingfad, all in confusion, to talk about Welsh faces that I am quite sure." "Probably not," she replied. "Lenore nay, do not look at the river, look at me. Ah, my darling, what words have I to tell you what brought me here? I have come to tell you, and I stand abashed before your innocence and goodness, before your grace and beauty abashed and silent I want to tell you that I love you. You have turned your face from me, and I want to say how much I love you, how dear you are to me how every hope that I have in the wide world is centered in the one longing to make you my wife." Each word thrilled her with a keen sense of delight which half-frightened her, with a keen despair that dismayed her. What did this tumult of heart and brain mean? What had come over her? She, who never in all her life had feared the looks or words of man or woman, now would have given the world to have escaped from herself. She was frightened at herself. She was powerless to interrupt him. She knew that fihe must do so, that she must tell him she was to be married in a few weeks' time; but this torrent of passionate words was like swppf.

est poison, as soothing and as sweet; like deadliest poison, for it absorbed her senses. It seemed to her that she could sit there and listen forever to the passionate words. They lulled her into oblivion. He went on, never heeding the trance in which she had lost herself. "I loved you, Lenore, from the moment I saw you, and my love will be as warm and true, as deep and lasting,, as fresh and vivid on the day of my death as it is now; it can never alter or change, it can never grow less, or grow cold." Her lips parted in a great tearless sob. He went on: "So I take your hands in mine. Nay, you must not shrink from my touch, my darling. I pledge you my faith; men love according to their nature, some warmly, some coldly, some with the very fire of impetuosity and passion; that is how I love you, my heart's darling. I could not pretend to say that I submit to your wishes, that you can take me or reject me as you please. I say you must take me, you must give me your heart, your love, your life; you must be mine, by the

sweetest of claims, the dearest of tics, but mine you must be. I could brooa no denial; my love is my life." She flung herself on the ground on hei face, with a sudden, passionate cry. The truth had suddenly dawned across her she had mistaken pity for love; she haJ promised to marry Austin, while she loved Sir Cyril with her whole heart. He raised her in his arms; that on passionate despairing cry rang in his ears forever afterward. "My darling Lenore, what is it?" he asked. "What is the matter?" "I should have told you at first," she said, "but I could not. I have promised to marry Austin in a few weeks from now." He stood quite still for one momeni as she moved away from him, with a look on his face that she never forgot a look that, in the after years, she remembered against him. "No man shall take you from me," ht cried. "You are mine by right of my great love. No man shall take you from me. You are mine, Lenore; mine be cause I love you neither Austin's noi another's. How can you marry Austir when you love me? I am sure you love me." "Yes," she answered,, in a dull, low voice; "I love you, Cyril; I see it all now I did not understand it before. J thought I loved Austin, and when he asked me to marry him I aaid 'yes.' I mistook pity for love." , "But, my darling, why despond? Austin is the most generous man I ever knew; when he understands that it was a mistake nothing more than a terribla mistake he will release you from yout promise. I am sure of it, as I am of my own life." "Neither do I doubt it, if I asked him," she said; "but I can never ask him. He gave up all his hopes, he gave up everything for me. I can never ask him to release me; but for me he would have been Sir Joycelyn's heir, not you, Cyril." They stood in silence that neither car ed to break, each feeling that it was foi the last time they were together and alone; then Sir Cyril said, suddenly: "I cannot stay in England, Lenore; I shall go far away, to. the utmost end ot the earth. I can sacriJice my hopes and happiness, but I could not remain here to see you the wife of another; I must go." "Yes, I quite agree with you; you are quite right it is well that you should go. I shall do my duty," she said. "The grandest of men have died with a smile. Doing that, I shall live with a smile op my face, and that will be, perhaps, all the more difficult; but, Cyril, you must not waste your life in loving me." "Do you call it wasted, Lenore? 1 would rather love you and be miserable in my love than blessed in the dearest love of another. Lenore, you are mj fate, you are my twin soul! you are the other half of my life and my heart) Something tells me that we shall not always be parted." "But in the meantime?" she said slowly. "There are other worlds besides this, my darling. If I do not find you here 1 shall find you in another life; I shall live in that hope, if in no other."

CHAPTER VII. The guests invited to the wedding had most of them gone, and Sir Cyril would fain have hurried away, but that Mra Audley seemed to cling to his presence. He stood now under the waving limes--Mrs, Audley had said good-by to him the lawn where so many ladies had laughed and talked was deserted the red, round sun was setting. Something cold and chill crept into the air; he stood trying to collect his scattered thoughts and faculties, trying to look his buried life in the face once more, when Gladie came slowly and gently up to him. She looked very beautiful in this the light oi the setting sun; she was not Lenore, but she had lived near her; she seemed to belong to her, and his heart softened to her. "How sad it all seems, Sir Cyril," she said. "After all, there is more sadness than pleasure in a wedding: I wonder how it is. Perhaps one realizes how un-' certain human love is; when it seems most certain, how strangely sad and silent it is. We seem to oe the only two left in the wide world now." She was quick enough to see that his

face softened, while his eyes filled with a tender light. She thought it was herself who caused the change she .did not think of the lost Lenore. "Now, tell me," she said, "why are you going awaj why can you not make up your mind to live at Eastwold, to take the good heaven has given you and be happy?" He smiled sadly. "Ah, why, Gladie? I wonder why ' Perhaps because men are never sntis.

fied. But you will feel sad enough; 1

need not add one thought. I will say good-by to you." "Good-by!" she repeated, with a strange whitening of her beautiful lips; "do you mean that I am not to see von

again?"

"I leave to-morrow morning, and it may be years before I return. Good-by, Gladie! You have been a dear friend to me. If I ever return I will thank you for your friendship better than I can do now." Her face had grown quite colorless. She held his hand tightly clasped in hex own, but that close pressure was all unheeded by him. Then, down the broad, green path she saw the kingly figure of the man she loved erect, haughty, and careless, yet with the mark of haggard sorrow in his pale, proud face. It seemed to her that her very heart left her and went out to him. She hastened after him. He looked at her in simple, earnest wonder. "Gladie," he said, "my dear child, Is it you? You startled me." "I came," she said, "because I wanted to see you once more." He stopped, and they sat down on the trunk of a tree that had fallen across the pathway; then he looked at her. (To he continued

HUSTLING HOOSIEBS.

ITEMS GATHERED FROM OVER THE STATE-

An Interesting Summary of the Mare Im po riant Doings of Our Neighbors Tfed. dings and Deaths Crimes, Casualties and General Indiana News Notes

The recent tight money market with its high rates has led to several suggestions for relief by the Government. The proposition is being discussed in Washington that there should be some provision for keeping the money of the country in circulation instead of having large sums locked up in the vaults of the treasury and the subtreasuries. The Government has a cash balance of $288,000,000, of which nearly $83,000,000 is on depbsit in banks. The other $205,000,000 is stored in Government vaults. It is earning nothing for Uncle Sam and is performing no function as a medium of exchauge In business transactions. The suggestion is made that the Secretary of the Treasury should deposit a larger proportion of this enormous fund in banks, whence it would find its way into circulation in times of tightness, but this suggestion is coupled with the proposition that the Secretary should charge the banks interest at the rate of 2 per cent per annum. Internal Revenue Commissioner Wilson will recommend to Congress that a refund be made of the taxes paid by cigar dealers on the cigars manufactured and sold by Counterfeiter Jacobs at Lancaster, Pa. The Government knew for a long time that these bogus stamps were being used, but did not interfere with the unlawful business for fear of permitting the escape of those who were engaged in circulating the famous $100 counterfeit Monroe note. For months cigars with forged stamps were being sold, and when the counterfeiters were arrested all the cigars bearing these stamps were seized by the internal revenue officials. It was decided, however, that the purchasers were innocent of any fraud, and they were permitted to have possession of the cigars by the payment of the lawful tax. The State Department has no records showing the number of Americans in the Transvaal. There is a directory giving the names and addresses of the more prominent business men in the republic, but this does not indicate their nationality. The population, according to the census of 189G, was 245,000 whites and an estimated population of 600,000 blacks. The State Department makes an effort to keep track of the Americans in barbarous countries. There are lists furnished annually by the American consuls In China and Morocco. The Transvaal has never been regarded as an uncivilized country, and no effort has been made to keep track of our citizens who go there. -: :- Admiral Dewey is expected to connect himself with St. John's Episcopal Church In this city. He has never been conspicuous as a religious man. In fact, he has been known to utter robust and resounding cusswords, in moments Of stress and excitement, yet so far as he is anything he is supposed to be an Episcopalian. His relatives belong to that church and his leanings are that way. A Congregational church up in Vermont claims him as a member, but that was in the long distant past when the admiral was a boy. St. John's is the fashionable Episcopal congregation of Washington, and it naturally wants to include Admiral Dewey in its fellowship.

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New Department of Justice Building. Front Elevation of the New Structure for Washington. According to the latest bulletin issued by the bureau of labor there are 140 cities in the United States having a population of 30,000 or over. The bureau has been collecting and compiling a mass of municipal statistics, and for purposes of correct comparison has broken away from the last census population figures, how nine years old, and made estimates of its own. Massachusetts leads off with 17 cities of 30,000 and over, Pennsylvania with 13, and then comes New York With 12, Ohio with 9, Illinois with 6 and Indiana and Texas with 5 each.

Trade and Industry. Louisiana sugar cane crop will be short. Plumbing is taught in the London trades school. Street ear drivers in Skaguay, Alaska, are paid $4 a day. The oyster crop of Chesapeake bay diminishes each year. Eggs without shells are shipped from Russia to England. Bees raised in Texas are shipped to all parts of the world. Hundreds of Americans are at work in Russian factories. Women employed on Japanese tea farms work twelve hours aud are paid 15 cents a day. Carnegie's steel mills are in operation all day Sunday and several Pittsburg ministers have entered protest. The greatest whisky industry is in the United States, the output being more than 80,000,000 gallons a year. The Russian Government has decided to construct a railway between Zarizyn aud Orsk, which will cost $02,000,000.

Feeble-Minded School. Amos W. Butler, Secretary of the State Charities Board, who has just paid a visit to the Feeble-Minded Institute at Fort Wayne, says he found the institution in a most satisfactory condition. The boys are making pressed brick for the new buildings of the institut ion. The "Sunset" cottage for girls is already built to the second story, and will be completed by January 1. Mr. Butler says the school ezaects to be able to receive all who make application for admission by the first of next year. The boys of the school, with the aid of only three men, who have been hired, have made three-quarters of a million pressed brick, and within the year they hope to make between a million and a million and a half. The Board of State Charities thinks that the employment of the boys of the institution is one of the greatest features of institutional work in "he State.

Minor State items Barney Wilhelm of Evansville, while tanked, fired a Winchester at a cop who went to arrest him for boding up household furniture. ; As Mrs. Sam Elder and children of Osgood were going nutting the horse ran away and threw her out on a rock, inflicting internal injuries. W. H. Goodwin of Frankfort, is publishing a paper, the Sunday Gleaner, in Dawson City. His rates are $7 a year in advance, or 25 cents a single copy. Claude Madden of Veedersburg, started after a license to marry Miss Stella Russell, but on the way changed his mind, and went on to take in the Terre Haute street fair. A farmer named John Winmill of St Joseph County, went insane on the streets of Laporte, the other day, and had to be forcibly removed from a corner where he had fixed his gaze on a telegraph pole. At the Nive Bottle Glass Factory at Elwood the boys employed carrying bottles to the ovens prepared to strike for more wages. It was checked by fifteen of the

iaas oeing aiscnargea and as many girls being put in their places. This is the first time female help has been engaged in this kind of work among a great number of men. A woman in Grant County has a scheme that beats the Klondike, the tale runs. The other day she sold a lot of comb honey to a Kokomo grocer. Her bees followed her to the store, and, swarming in, drove the proprietor and his customers out. At night, when the bees left, it was found that they; had carried back home all the honey in the comb. . W. H. Riechers, t her in the city schools of Hammond, whipped a 14-year-old boy named Whitney, some time ago, ' under direction of Supt. Belman. Afterward the boy was taken sick. He died re-' cently. Riechers was arrested on the charge of assault, but it has been changed! to manslaughter. The Board of Education? will defend him. By shifting employes from straight time work to a piece scale, the wire nail trust ats Anderson has reduced wages from $2.50 to; $2.00 a day, the men say. The plant nasi been closed since last spring, on account of a strike, and the men consented to go to! work recently at the company's figures providing they be giving steady work audi no more reductions. When Joseph Cheneworth and his wife,followers of Divine-healer Dowie, charged, with murder in letting their baby die for the lack of medical attention, were brought into the courtroom at Frankfort, the husband knelt in prayer, while his wife bowed her head. The charge against Mrs. Cheneworth had previously been dismissed. Five attorneys have volunteered their services for the defense. Monroe Hedges, 105 years old', of Indianapolis, is dying of gangrene. He is a native of Kentucky, a soldier of two wars and quite recently he came into particular prominence by knocking out one of his sons, 70 years old, who came home intoxicated and attempted to whip his wife. It was the old man's boast that he had 4never been licked and never expected to be." His wife died six months ago. She was $7 years old. Three masked men entered the upstairs apartment of Louis Wandrei's restaurant, Logansport, the other night, while he was below waiting on customers. They gagged Mrs. Wandrei, kicked her into unconsciousness, ransacked the house, and departed, leaving the gas gets turned on. A,1 little girl was awakened by the fumes, and

gave the alarm. Mrs. Wandrei was an invalid and may die. The robbers escaped. Leslie D. Sinclair committed suicide at Vincennes by shooting himself through the temple. He was worth $100,000, and he be-, longed to one of the most prominent families in Southern Indiana. He was one of the principal heirs to the half million dollar estato of the late William J. Wise. The Coroner found a note Sinclair had written to his sister in which he said his life was a failure. Sinclair was 28 years old and unmarried. He took his life in a restaurant. Patents have been issued to Indianians as follows: Thomas M. Bales Dublin, grain cleaner; George W. Cook, Monroe City, vegetable cutter; John M. Held, Hyde, wagon brake; Wiliiam Henry and G. O. Hermann, Indianapolis, coin holder and carrier; William H. Miller, South Bend, sprinkler and sprinkler head; Chas. F. Moffitt, Indianapolis, wrappers for elass chimneys, bottles, etc.; Marshall T.' Reeves, J. N. Kaiior, and H. C, Clay, Columbus, gear casing; Robert C. Schemmel, Union City, device for turning back stays