Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 25, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 12 December 1896 — Page 3

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Miss Shepherd was an emotional orchid giown under the glass of repression through which beat the merciless rajs .of an atjnormal conscience always at ^tropical zenith. Had she lived in the 'good old days when liberty and the •take were planted side by side on New

England soil, she might have obtained comfortable solace by burning witches and exhibiting other devotional graces indicative of a deep and discerning spirituality. Bnt this pious sedative to ^restless conscience was denied her. Un fortunately her mortal advent Lad been .. -Jayed until this grosser age when the most spiritual lawgiver would thick twice before condemning a heretic the flames and when many are so weak and vacillating as to admit that they do not know the whole truth. pos aessed an unreasonable reason, whicu i, had to be satisfied with the plain food of transparent moralities and would take no other. To her obtuse spiritual vision abstract right appeared in the guise of an inevitable rule of conduct and this curious mental deformity natu rally drew her into endless predict ments of the most uncomfortable kind

As she came up the Bteps of the Wells street station and pushed past the bus drivers and cabmen along the curb, she wus rushing forward into the vortex of one of these conscience whirlpools more swift and turbid than any which had yet tossed and swirled her frail but venturesome bark on its black waters.

Far from beipg weighed down by any premonition of this impending condi •ion, fhe wos conscious only of the fa miliar smell of roasting coffee which oamo on the lake breeze from the wholesale coffee houses to the east. The fragrance made her hungry and she fonnd herself tempted, at a scandalously early hour, into the refectory of a big State street department store where she went to shop. Her appetite always seemed to wuffer a sudden inflation on coming from Gray Willow into the city "Grace Shepherd!"

This exclamation arrested tho delicate china eup on its initial trip to her lips, as she caught sight of a tall young uiuu at Iter side standing with his napkin in

hand. She responded "Frank—Mr. Hyatt! I thought you were in Loudon reveling in fog, alo and other bolnmian et cot eras, victimizing publishers and writing yellow literature for yellow luniks." "I guess you've been reading the Gray Willow Gazette, Grace, eh? Tl" country editor at home was simply practicing for my obituary. They're delight fully anticipatory creatures. I'm painH to make the confidential report, lm over, that at the present time I'm grasp ing after a few literary gems with whie1: to illumine he select advertising page.1of a magazine: "8h« rmlil mIic ticvrr, m-vi-r would Hojio

Ami Kpuni fnth' r'nc: rc, a mother's High*, Bo lout! I'« LILI N Lily toilet HOJI|* WIUI It utuontf the family NU||11O.HI

"Morn on application. Audit floats —me at $10 per. I've used no other since. Incidentally I am writing a novel—but tha' doesn't even float itself. But tell me about yourself, Grace. Are yon staying in town now?" "I begin today. I'm to bo a companion, or something of tho kind, to Mrs. Chester I'. tirim'8 and her daughter in Prairie avenue. "Yes?" And ho smiled guiltily. "1 think you'll find tho positietu rather pleasant. In fact, I'vo worked at it a bit myself. Call there once or twice fortnight. Phcebe is a rather pretty girl —stylish and all that—but, well, I'd hate to leave a paokago of 'tut.v fruty' in any of her secret haunts today if 1 cam! as much for it as when we three used to sit in the back row at the Gray Willow school."

In the disturbing recollections of her chance encounter with one who had been constantly in her thought since tlx first time when he had "seen her home" from conference meeting in Gray Willow she almost forgot that she was to met .Mrs. Graves in the silk department and be driven to her now home in the Graves carriage. "This," said Mrs. Graves after they had pone to the chambers of the Prairie avenue mansion, "is to bo your room. 1 hope you will like it. Let me stay and chat with you as you unpack your trunk. Goodness, what a stack of white paper! One would think yem wrote for the papers."

A noncommittal smile ou the part of \the young woman was a practical plea of guilt. ''Ilow lovely! Why didn't you tell me of this? It's just the very accomplishment I most desire in a companion for Pluvbe. But I hope you write poetry. Yes? Splendid! I shall have tliat lovely writing desk which we noticed down town sent up to your room tomorrow, and you'11 do me some verses right away. won't you, dear? Of course

I shall pay yon extra for them. I want to—well, they are just what I want" Had it not been for something which startled the speculation out of Iter mind Miss Shepherd would have spent her first night as a fashionable companion in solving the riddle of why Mrs. Graves should be in such frantic ueod of poetry. That something was a confidential interview with Miss Phoebe in the latter's iwm. With a childish and generors impetuosity the girl slipped her arm About Miss Shepherd's waist and confided "I'm going to begin by telling you something very important. Frank Hyatt is coming to call tomorrow night and take me to a concert. He's just lovely.

Ye»?'' Volumes of recollections were betrayed it the tone of Misa Shepherd's TeepmuKv There was a moment of sileuee. It broke in a storm, a shower of sobs and tears from the face which buried itself against Miss Shepherd's usck. "Oh, promise—promise me that you will netcr, never do a single thing to separate os. You won't, will jvnT' sbe pleaded.

Pity for tho impulsive young girl in the fear of her flret love dictated Miss Shepherd's soothing answer. "No, dear nothing that I do shall ever separate you from him. You don' think I could be so cruel and treacherous as to do such a thing."

The promise had to be many times repeated during the days which followed. Sitting alone in the softly lighted li brary one evening, a sad processional of banished dreams and remembrances passed themselves with intrusive persistence before her backward mental glance. In final desperation she turned the"light to its full and took up the leading society paper from the table.

For a moment only her face flushed with the light of secret pleasure. There, in clear but dainty typography, was the last poem which she had written. The next moment her expression mirrored the changes of anger, grief, moral resentment and indignation and finally betrayed a conflict of all these impulses. She leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes and sat motionless, without a sign of consciousness save the tears that escaped from under her long, drooping eyelashes.

The cause? At the bottom of the poem was the signature Phoebe. When at last sbo arose from her lethargy she made a hurried examination of more papers. There sbe found other of her poems with the same false signature at tached. It was little sleep or rest that came to her eyes until she had possessed herself of the principal elements in her complication of conscience. These were that the ambitious mother had placed the poems with the various editors, leaving the latter with the well defined im pressicn that they were the work of her daughter. This impression became gen erally communicated to the social cir cles in which tho Graveses moved and the compliments which were brought to the young woman were certainly not repelled. Tho invitations and attentions received by the daughter were flattering and Mrs. Graves was apparently happy in the success of her shrewd movement

One moment Miss Shepherd was exultant with determination to follow a high sense of duty and reasoned with herself: "Yes, I must expose the whole thing. It is base, dishonest, oppressive and corrupt. It is worse than stealing. It will bo an awful ordeal for all, but I must cxpoHo the wickedness of it" Tho next moment sho would temper her high determination with the reflection, "But what about my promise to Phosbe? To expose that sham would be to pot an end to all relations between Frank Hyatt and the poor girl. He would despise her forever and her mother more than she.' Ail their wealth would not weigh With his impulsive judgment and fine sense of honor aguinst such a hollow and revolting sham, and it would crush the child. Then Mrs. Graves bought the poems and only the signature of Phccbo was attached, just a=i any pen name might have been had it not happened to have been tho given name of her daughter."

One day, whilo passing the publication offlco of tho society paper in which tho poems of Phoebe had appeared, tho mpulseto go in, have on interview with the editor and end the whole cruel struggle seized her. She entered the corridor of tho building and was walking to tho levator with the desperate haste of one fearful that courage might give place to hesitation when a cheerful voioe exlaimcd: "Oh, Grace 1 Pardon me for stopping you, but I wish to see you for a mo:ent. Would you mind stepping over to lie Masonic temple a moment with me? We can havo an opportunity to chat in freedom and seclusion on one of those inviting benches in tho corridor of an upper floor. That placo is a perpetual napi ration to me. Its height seems to rovoko in me a corresponding elevation (if thought. 1 do some of my best thinking on those beuches, where I can peer over the rail into tho depths below."

Sho silently acceded to his suggestion. "Isn't that as artistic as an old fashioned hcartiisido settle?" ho asked as they took seats on one of the oak benches. "First," he continued, "I want to tell you of the disgusting trick that tho Graveses are guilty of. You mt^y not know it, but I was out to luncheon with tho etifor of Society the other day aud he told me that"— "Yos, I know all about that," interrupted his companion. "You do! Well, I shouldn't have been surprised, for it's just like your generosity and forbearance to suffer a thing like that for the sake of others and the fear of injuring their feelings. But I woultin't have your conscience— not for on interest in Tho Century Magasine or a bicyole manufactory. It simply sickened me, and I've not been to their house since, you know. "But, Grace, that isn't a beginning of what I want to say to you. Let me finish now. Ever since you tied my red scarf for me at recess that winter day in the old Gray Willow school house 1 have knowu that I loved you. But ambition has kept me out of the kingdom of your love. If I stay out any longer, it will be because you shut me out." Then with an exultant laugh he added, "And you wouldn't do mat when an eastern bouse has just accepted my novel, would yon?"

To cry ur to laugh become* a compulsory choice at certain momenta in a woman's life. This was such a moment, and as environments were un propitious for weeping she chose the other alternative, and, echoing his mood, laughingly responded: "That would seem a bit cruel, and. besides, all ~ny collection of printed slips from publishers, 'Declined with thank* are at home."

With the drop of the elevator which carried the reunited lovers to the ground floor ended the literary osureer of a young society girl, and a burden on the conscience of her Puritanical 'companion' was as swifUj dissolved.—Chicago Evening Post.

FORT: FRATRE.

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Daunton'H words as the eager guests were pouring forth to the wedding. "They are bringing him here, even now, so that he may welcome Will and Kitty on their return from the wedding an no

And no sooner was the party fairly at the chapel than there drove to the colonel's door the old colonel, and two soldiers assisted to alight and led to the doorway the soldierly form of Captain Leale, his eyes still covered by the deep green shade. It was Helen Daunton's hand that guided him into the lately crowded parlor, and he knew the touch and thrilled with the joy

"Helen!" he cried. "They told me all were gone. What a blessed welcome! I've been so long in exile! With your voice the old home feeling I've been gropinfr for comes to me through the dark.' "Then it is still dark with you?" she faltered.

There was a moment's pause. The band hi:d just ceased the joyous march with which it had "trooped" the wedding party into the chapel, and then, as though in accompaniment to the ceremony just beginning and to the sweetromance already throbbing here, the exquisite strains of the "Traumerei" softly thrilled upon the fragrant air. "Helen!" he spoke, his deep voice trembling, as did the hand that still clung to hers. "You know that for me the lights went out before ever that powder flash crossed my eyes." She strove, hardly knowing why, to release her hand. "No, dear," he went on gently. "Don't be afraid I have come back to vex you with my sorrows but listen, they will all be here in in a moment I went away hoping to teach my heart a friendship for you that should give me the right to come again and serve you as your friend. When I found that it was almost sure that I should walk in darkness all my life, I said, 'Now at least I can accept the blessing of her friendship, even as she offered it to me.' A man maimed and set apart from his fellows can learn thankfulness for a great good, though it is not his heart's desire." And here her graceful head was bowed, and silently her tears came gushing forth. "But tiipe has taught me the falsity of that," he went on, firmly now. "You shall never misunderstand mo. Even in the dark my pulse beat gave the lie to friendship. I loved you, I lo-^ you, and so have come to say along ge ""hy. I've made my figh to be your friend and failed. At

TEBBE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, DECEMBER 12, 1896.

of it.

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I have been a soldier. I will not be a coward." She could control herself no longer. Though she had freed her hands, sho seemed involuntarily stretching them forth. Then, leaning upon the tablo for support, one hand found the glove thpt ho had removed and laid there. He had withdrawn a pace and lifted his head as though tho blighted eyes were striving to peer from under their shade for ono look at tho faco they had gazed upon in such passionate farewell so many months belore. The strains of tbe

Traumerei" were still thrilling softly through the open casements, and, overcomo with emotion, tenderness ard passion, Helen bent and laid her soft lips in fervent pressure on the senseless trlove.

Then the room rang with a sudden, startling, joyous cry. The shade went whizzing into space, and the next instant Leale had sprung to her and seized her in his arms. "Helen, darling not that! Don't waste those kisses!" And she sank sobbing in his arms just as—grand, joyous, triumphant—the strains of the wedding march burst forth, re-echoing among the walls of Fort Frayne.

Rorke was the first man to come tearing in to announce tho return of the weddiug party and tho guests, but Fenton was close ou his heels "on hospitable cares intent" and exploding over Wayne's performances. There was no time for a formal reception. "Proceedings" had been delayed well nigh an hour as it wr.s and the east bound train was reported unaccountably on time. Bride and bridegroom, bridesmaids, ushers, bachelors and benedicts, maids and matrons—Fort Frayne seemed surging tumultuously up the colonel's step, surrounding and bedeviling poor Wayne to the verge of distraction. He laid the blame on his spring overcoat, a venera bio garment of the fashion of 20 yearn agone, but that ho had so seldom worn as to cause it to seem to him dver new and available, and for this garment he darted into the adjoining quarters while the laughing guests came tripping up the steps in the wake of the bride, who, totally ignoring Helen and Leale now, who were gazing into each other's eyes in the deep bow window, rushed at her uncle with characteristic explosive abuse. "I'll never be married at Fort Frayne again as long as I live! What on earth did Major"— But she could go no further, for the shout of laughter that greeted her sally and the exclamations which resulted from the discovery of Leale and Helen silenced her completely. And then the bride was rushed sway to doff her finery and reappear in traveling garb, and then Will was hustled to his quarters to change bis full dress uniform to the conventional garb of civil life, just as Wayne came in, dazed, half demented, overcoat in one hand and a package in tbe other that be now dreamily held forth to Ormsby, who took it, as wondering!/ opened and began slowly counting over a number of greenbacks, sole contents of tbe wrapper, bnt he dropped thqp as of little oonsequcnoe when the bewildered major produced a moment later another—a little note from the depths of an inner pocket. They were all crowding around him now, but at sight of this missive Ellis made a spring and captured it, only just in time, and was seised in turn by Ormsby, who pleaded for posseasioo of what was plainly addressed to him.

and then came renewed uproar, xor Will reappeared in uniform

trousers and

unfastened blouse and a towering rage. "Of all things that could have hap pened to a man, think of this!" he cried "Major Wayne, didn't you promise me from the field to send that dispatch to Hatfield the moment you got to the po«t?" "I did, and I pledge my solemn word that I kept it I sent it the vexy first post I struck." "You did, for a fact, yon moonstruck —oh, but just listen, all of you I In stead of my traveling suit here's what I find—a letter from Hatfield, forwarded from Fort Washukie. 'Dear Sir: In ac cordance with your telegraphic instructions, we have this day forwarded to you a cutaway tweed traveling suit by American express and trust the same is,' etc., 'also statement of'—um, never mind that—'We are'—now, mark this, £11 of you, good people—'we are somewhat at a loss to understand your sudden change of address, but are compelled to act on your telegram, a copy of which iB inclosed. "Fort Washakie, May 25. Have tweed cutaway traveling suit here by 13th prox. without fail. W. Farrar. Fort Washakie! Gracious powers! Think of my traveling suit at Washakie and I here and the train coming I" "But, Willy, dear," said his mother soothingly, "surely you can wear for just a day or two last year's suit "That? Now? Why, heavens ablaze! Rorke oouldn't squeeze me into it with a shoehorn. I'll have to travel in my pyjamas. Oh, couldn't I murder you, Major Percival Wayne!"

Poor Wayne's cup was indeed full to overflowing. Martin and some of tbe youngsters lugged Will off to squeeze him into last year's garments, made on cadet measure, and then down came Kitty, the bqnniest of brides, in the daintiest and most coquettish of costumes, and while Rorke and his satellites were passing the champagne, and everybody—no, almost everybody—was ?rowding about the bride, there stood poor Wayne still diving into those Jong forgotten placer mines of his pockets and fetching np bills and billets and odds and ends, while Lucretia tremulously and Fenton, Farwell and Amory delightedly watched him, and then came a new excitement Enter Will, squeezed at last into the light gray tweeds he had so oomplacently donned a year before and that now fitted liim like the skin of a sausage. A sudden move of one arm carried away the breast button. "It's no use," he cried. "I'm worse off than Peggotty. Every jump's a button." And then Kitty caught sight of him, aud then there came a 6cene. "What's that?" she exclaimed. "That isn't the man I married. I won't stir a step with him in those thinga" "But I haven't any other," pleaded Will in despair. "Who wants you to wear such things?" she fairly screamed in almost hysterical laughter. "I married a soldier. Your uniform, sir, your hest blouse and trousers and forage cap, and dojj't you dare wear cits till I tell you."

And, as it was manifest that ho couldn't wear the)se now incasing him, the groom a third time hastened away to the upper regions, and, while dozens clustered as before about Kitty, an absorbed group still hung upon the movements of the major. The light as "f other days was dawning on his face. He was searching still, and at last he found and drew forth a tiny box, at sight of which Lucretia's maiden heart fluttered almost out of her throat "And now what have you unearthed, old Rip Van Winkle?" boomed Fenton. "A ring, by all that's gorgeous—a rinp, and a beauty, and an inscription on it

P. W. toL. F., 1874.' Who's P. W. Who's—but a glance at his sister's transfigured face as sho tottered there at his side warned the old warrior to desist

Wayne was panting with excitement "I know," he cried. "Of course it wasn't my class ring. It was this. I got it for"— And here he turned and drew her to his arm, and the others considerately moved away as at last that ring was fitted to the finger that had been waiting for it 20 long years.

Five minutes more, and with Rorke leading off in the cheers, with music and sunshine, mirth and gladness, smiles and tears and prayers and blessings, tbe young couple were whirled away to tho station, bound for thebliss.of the honeymoon.

But what made that wedding day so remarkable vas that it seemed to lead to so many mora There came a letter from Martin to Jack Ormsby only the other day. The latter, being a New York guardsman, was sweltering in his tent at Peekskill, while Mrs. Jack consoled herself by a brief visit to the Leales at W"st Point The former, being a West Pointer, fell back naturally into the vernacular of his cadet days, and this wa- somewhat as he wrote: "Your blessed brother-in-law continues to be the joy of tbe Twelfth, and the dovecot is every whit as hospitable as Amory's. But of course Will and Mrs. Will haven't outlived their salad days, and their tiffs and make ups are too funny for anything. Will is just as true a soldier as ever, but we always know when the 'wind's in tbe east' at the cot by his beooming even more aggressively, austerely, self denyingly military. Just now all is bliss, for dear Lady Farrar, 'Queen Mother,' as we learned to call her from your sweet wife—my salutations to her ladyship— is, as you know, in the third week of ber first visit to 'the children,' and this, Jack, old boy, brings me to a prediction. In our cadet days we used to say 'extras breed extras,' and I'm thinking what that wedding day of Will's is responsible for. First there's you and Miss Ellis—God bless 'em I There's Leale and Mrs. Royle Farrar—God ward 'em! There's Old-Man-Heap-Mashed-in-the-Moon and Miss Lucretis —God help 'em! But. do you know, we believe our bully old colonel has tbe promise now of being made at last just tbe happiest man in old Fort Frayne."

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The stock collar, with its folds and finishing rosettes and bows, is not yet out of style, says a fashion writer, for it has proved too becoming to manv throats and faces to yet bo relinquished, but it is contesting for favor with neck trimmings and finishes of many different varieties—Vshaped and battlemented shapes standing well away froii the face, arched models high at the back and rounding to nothing but a point in front, Medici, Directoire and Robespierre styles for demidress and extremely picturesque, antique styles that give an air of great distinction to the gown and call for materials of tbe*richest, garnitures of the most elaborate and costly and occasions most special, these including Stuart, Queon Bess, Henri Deux, Charles IX and Marie Antoinette replicas that enhance the artistio effect of tbe latest and rarest French evening toilets.

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