Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1874-10-14
THOSE TWO HEARTS.


'De-liversnce said Miss Phrypi,
"and I've just taken the comb out o
my back hair !"
In emergencies of this kind Mis-
Phrygia had q way OF drawing back tn,
tidy chintz curtain Just far enough t.
peer through and see whether it woult
do to run down 'just as she was." 1
1t would do, down she ran, and if i
wouldn't, she called softly through he
window. Immediately !" and ther
flashed through her preparations Will
a speed truly miraculous, for Mis-.
Phrygia had love of promptitude tha
covered the whole superficial stratum o.
her nature, and "Immediately wa,
SO favorite an expression of this quality
that If she had been asked graciously
to set a time for her own execution
those who knew her best would have
expected it as the natural and unhesi
tating reply.
But this time, as the chintz curtain
revealed a pony phaeton at the gate
and on the doorstep a slight, maidenly
figure, a sweet young face, and mist
of golden hair, she only said ''Dea,
heart !" and laying the comb on the
dressing table, she glided down stairs.
her own locks falling into an updula.
ton of chestnut rings, that might well
have been the envy of goddess in hel
own namesake land.
$50 glad you are at home" said q
voice from under the golden mist.
'I've just brought you my little book.
I've kept the last page for you, always
have everything SO nice. Any trife,
light as air, you know will do"
It was one of those blessed old towns,
rare to find in these days, where the
lofty and the lowly knew and respected,
loved and took an interest in, each
other, and Miss Phrygia, instead OF
waiting for the book, which the maidens
Of the place, when about to assume the
duties of wife and housekeeper, had q
fashion of circulating among their
friends for collections of choice receipts,
reached forth and took both the slender,
gauntleted hands in her own. As she
did so, her right thumb pressed dia-
mond on the left foreinger of her
visitor, and her face, SO beaming as she
ran down stairs, suddenly melted into
different expression, as she gazed into
the hazel eyes confronting her with q
yearning tenderness pitiful to see.
poor thingI" she said softly, ''poor
little thing ?"
"Why, what's the matter, Miss
Phrygia? I know you don't like en-
gagement rings, but you can't under
stand that l am, and am going to be,
the happiest little woman in the world. /"
"Poor little thing u was all Miss
Phrygia said again, much as you would
do over an unf1edged doveling that
t0iU fall out of the nest.
"And then" with caressing squeeze
from the slender hands, "I'm not going
far, you know-only q step-you can
see the chimney right up there through
the trees. You'll come and see me often,
won't you?"
"That's what they say when people
die, but pretty long step, I call it, !"
said Miss Phrygia; ''still its always a
sort of comfort to visit their graves,
and I'll come with pleasure"
"Oh, Miss Phrygia! Well, 1 only
wish you did understand. 1 wish you'd
get married yourselfI You'd be a
hundred times better off didn't you
ever feel in your secret heart ?"
Eyes" said Miss Phrygia, quietly
great many times"
"Don't you think it would be pleas
anter than living here all alone ?"
"Yes," said Miss Phrygia.
"Then why haven't You tried it ?"
"There's been always just one diff
Guilty with every opportunity I've had, "
said Miss Phrygis, dropping her eyes
houghtfully-"Yeu can't seem to find
any way of doing but by marrying some
man, and that" with a little shiver
running over her shoulders, ''puts it so
out of the question -
A rippling laugh, that made the
golden mist seem like moonlight on the
lake, answered Miss Phrygia.
"Then if you could come across an
angel you think you would venture ?"
"Immediately," said Miss Phrygia.
"Well I'm sorry I'm so fond of the
only one in the world that l can't give
him up to you, but it does seem as if
you might find something" and with
another little squeeze, the dainty hands
left q marble-covered book in Miss
Phrygia's d, took up the pony -reins, and
drove away.
Miss Phrygia went slowly up stairs,
put in her comb, and sat down to the
receipt book, for ''immediately" was
deed as well as word with her. A soft
evening cloud that alternately lets fall
q few drops of refreshing upon the
flowers, and then Eliminates its whole
surface with hesving fash, direful to
be encountered, is a fit type Of Miss
Phrygia's face, as, gazing at the open
page, her thoughts turned first to the
gentle heart that would ponder its pud-
dings, and then to the ''naan" into
whose keeping that hearts happiness
was to be confided.
"Poor thingl Sweet heart u she
murmured, with tender moisture in
her eyes, and then, with dangerous
flash, "Horrid creature wonder what
he looks like T.
The alterations went on for few min
utes, and then a sudden CLEAN OF humor
lighted up her face, as if some stray.
belated sunbeam had tipped the cloud
with pink.
ga trife light as air." she said, ''I'n
write it for herI and seizing pen,
Miss Phrygia wrote:
''MoRTALITY PUFFs,
NEVER KNOWN TO FAIL.
Eggs (cockatrice), 1.
Milk thuman kindness), just ready to
sour, 1 drop.
Cream of Tartar-caught, 2 large
spoons, heaping.
Flower (of an hour, full cup.
Salt (of the Earth), uery small pinch,
mere dusting.
Raise with fermentations brewed as
follows
Hop (e)s realized, 1:
disappointed, SO.
Sweeten with faith and submission.