Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1872-04-24
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DICKS BOATING.

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"Dick, you're fool !"
"Why e.
"Why Because you are You're
bankrupting my faith in human intelli-
gence
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Stupid! Don't stare at me in that
way! By jingo! I'll throw the ink
stand if you don't stop!'
"Aiut anything in it,
"A match for your head then"
Anything more'n your opinion that T.
"But I'll prove it! Listen: Been
here three years, haven't you? reading
bad proof and writing worse articles all
night. and sleeping all day. Now you
have month off, and calmly propose
spending it in search Of new ideas from
old journals; just as though anybody
cared whether the point Of all editorial
had been dulled by century's use, or
whether it had never been bright and
sharp at all You haven't seen an acre
of land without a hundred houses on it,
nor female face except your landladys
and the cross-eyed waiter girls for year /;
aud now you propose banishing even
these, and going i, blind over musty files
twenty hours out of the twenty-four !!
You'll be having your meals sent in
through the keyhole next, l suppose.
Brains were given for civilization, my
boy, and when a fellows actions make
him barbarian, it proves he hasn't any,
that. all"
but l said I'd go!'
Yes; you said you'd 60 for the good
boating, and endure the grand old farms
and the society of the lady guests, for
the privilege of pulling your hands raw,
and getting your death or the rheuma
tism by upsetting those internal club
boats. You're brute !"
Bnt hate society, Rob, and es
pecially country society; and if must
dance attendance won't CO.
Come on any terms. then, and I'll
convert you. l must be off now. /
shall expect you Tuesday morning on
the early express. Remember !"
And so, on Tuesday mornings ex-
press Mr. Richard Hargrave, editor, rode
out to Meadville station, and sat down
in the rough passenger house to wait for
the carriage his friend Robert Gray,
gentleman farmer, had promised to send
for him
1t wasnt in sight when the departure
of the train left him there alone, and it
wasn't in sight when an hour had passed
away slowly enough. He paced the
rough platform nervously. looking at his
watch every three minutes, as the most
stoical will do when unaccountably kept
waiting.
Another hour passed, and Dick could
still see no sign of his deliverance. Only
a neatly-dressed young lady. with a
food of brown hair wind blown about
her shoulders, trudging towards him by
the dusty road leading over the bill in
the direction of the lake, was in sight.
He resolved to inquire the direction of
his friend residence and finish his jour
ney on foot. But as she came nearer
him his bashful heart began to give au-
audible thumps of CONSERVATION, and he
felt strong inclination to run.
She was evidently lady of culture,
and very pretty one at that, with eyes
blue, bright and winning, just suited to
match the hair, a clear cut oval face,
with cheeks full, without being round,
delicately tinted with carmine, without
being coarsely red, and mouth sensitive
and tender, which seemed now about to
break into hearty laugh as her eyes
seemed for the first time to fall on Dick