Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1873-08-13
looking than myself that had no chance

whatever.
I'd show Bob!
"What did we talk about"
The weather. Of course, the scenery.
the prospetts-all the available topics.
one after an other, and the more we talk
ed the deeper my admiration grew.
She was so sensible, and go original.
and so everything else, that she ought
to be!
l discovered that she preferred town
life to the seclusion Of country resi-
dence-so did l.
She loved the opera-so did 1. She
thought this woman's suffrage movement
all ridiculous-with bewitching little
lisp ON the last syllable-I agreed with
her
She thought woman's true sphere
was home, my feelings surged up too
strongly for utterance. merely bowed
my assent
Here was delicious unanimity of soul
"a mute concord of sympathy.
What would Bob Carter say when
he saw this beautiful little robin lured
into my cage. Howl would lord it
over him, how l would invite him to
happen in anytime" How l would
6guratively. of course-hold up Mrs.
Thomas Smith over his envymg eyes.
l uttered an audible chuckle as thought
of these things which l had some diff
Guilty in changing into cough.
"You have got cold.' said the wild
ow. sympsthetically. 'Do. please, have
one of my troches they are very sooth
ing to the throat"
took the troche, but l did not swal-
low it. | would as soon have eaten a
priceless pearl. put it into my left
hand breast pocket as near my heart as
practicable.
Her first gift.
"a bachelor like me is used to such
things said in an off hand manner.
"A bachelor !" echoed my travelling
companion. BLESS me. then You are
not married 7"
Unfortunately. no !"
"It's never too late to mend hazlrd-
ed the widow, rogueshly.
That is my sole consolation" | an
swered gallantly.
There is nothing like married life, y
sighed the widow, with momentary
eclipse of the limped brown orbs. beneath
the wlitest Of dropping lips. But
what's the use of my talking about il to
you? You can't understand"
You can imagine | replied modestly.
"You must find a wife as soon as pos
sible,' said the widow, looking intently
at the hem of her pocket handkerchief.
You are living only half a life now
All, you cannot think how much happier
you would be with some gentle, clinging
being at your side-some congenial soul
to mirror your own"
Instinc,ively l laid my hand on my
heart.
DO not fancy that shall lose an III
slant in the Search l said. a have
already pictured to myself the pleasure
of "a newer existence"
"Have you!' The brown eyes shot
an arch, challenging sparkle toward me-
Tell me all about her"
DO you really wish to know e
.Of course. do
1 congratulated myself mentally on
the fine progress l was making, consid-
ering the small practice in love making
that had. Bob Carter himself, with all
his ready tongue and good looking face
could not have carried on a Irritation
more neatly.
: ais she fair or dark p questioned the
widow with the prettiest Of interest.
"Neither, about your complexion
) "Oh + laughed my interlocutor, with
a charming pink suffusion over her dim
pies
'Is she young p
"Yes, about your age.
"Pretty?'
"More than pretty-Deautiful."
The widow arched her perfectly pen
, ciled eyebrows What devoted hus
e band you will make and when are you
e to be married =
care you acquainted with Mr.. Carter
, Mrs. Alverin's brother 2" asked the
e widow, presently.
"Yes," answered, with little gri
f mace. "A self-conceited, disagreeable
puppy"
e "Do you think go :" asked the widow
, dou5tfully.
"Of course, as everybody else. Sc
will you. when you meet him"
l "Shall 7"
| "a man who thinks because he's got q
!. handsome face and smoothe tongue
that nobody else has any business in
creation"
|
"Dear, dear y twittered my compan'
ion ..that's very bad, indeed"
"Of course, he will pay good deal Of