Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-05-10

bilities for better things than dissipa-
/ ton and suicide i'm John Furber. and
she shivered at the thought that he
might be upon precipice, waiting for
the clasp of her hand to draw him back
or its repulse to throw him over. She
passed in review her male friends and
found none who had awakened such
keen pleasure as he had given her. She
tried to recall one to mind whose grasp
of intellect equalled his, or who had
met her fairly in so many arguments
and wOrsted her; and she could only
remember soft flattery of her ''wonder-
full mind" Finally lifting her eyes
with soft sigh, she saw him leaning
against tree opposite the low window
looking at her. A vivid flash stained
her cheeks as he said:
"What can YOU be thinking of? You
have not stirred for half an hour. Only
that your eyes were open l should have
thought you were asleep"
"Your powers of observation are
marvellous" she answered lightly. 81
was dreaming"
"Of what?"
''The world i'm general, my world in
particular. 1t is almost time l returned
there"
She was prepared for some polite
show of regret, but not for the CHASTITY
change In ms lace. she shuddereu re-
membering his aunt's words
| "GOing away? Why, of course yOu
would soon" he said, trying to speak
careiessiy, whiie ms eyes huhgriIy ue,
voured her lace, ana ms whhte parcheo
nPs were drawh as III In sharp, physi-
cal pam.
nave peeh mere ihIee nion'hs,
she said, feeiinS her own heari acne al
MS misery.
"yes, yes. You will go certainly.
"And yOu," she said very gently
''you will be in the city, L presume. /
shall he glad to welcome you at my
house."
"No," he said harshly, 81 will not
take such advantage of your kindness.
| am a man your friends will tell you
to shun, Miss Cameron--a man who has
wasted his life till it is too late to take
up the threads again. You do not know,
perhaps, that my aunt keeps me here
from charity"
81 know you have offended your
father" she answered, "but you are a
man scarcely thirty, and it is cowardly
to talk of despair at your age"
Her words cut him like whiplash.
The dark blood mounted to his forehead
rs he replied:
81 might fight the world yet, but"
and here his tones was bitter and
strangely pathetic, 'the battle is
scarcely worth winning. What would
L gain? Money? L do not value it.
Position? L have thrown it behind me.
have played the fool, and l must take
the fools wages"
Il will not have you say so,' she
said, reused to an earnestness she never
intended to betray. "You shall not
throw your life away
A hope sprang to his eyes, new there,
| lighting them TO dazzling radiance.
Miss Cameron-Leonie," he cried,
"were there a prize to win, were ones
hearts hopes centered upon me, l
would trample down these demons of
temptation. l would prove myself a
man if had a motive.
There was no mistaking tine prayer in
his voice. Only for one moment, close
now to the window, before hand like
snow flake fell upon his shoulder and
voice low and sweet murmured low
in his ear: "Be man for my sake
She was gone before he spoke again,
and he wandered off TO the woods to
muse upon the possibility of his new
life. The next day Mrs. Tollman lost
her summer boarder.
Society, languidly contemplating Miss
Cameron for the next three years found
her eccentric. She was gay and grave
by flashes, fascinating in either mood,
but she was mysteriously unapproaeha-
BILE. The bravest suitor found himself
met at the point where attentions merge
into lovers devotion by wall of icy
reserve that was impossible. She never
| flirted, but she had the reputation of
being flirt, because she was popular
and admired and remained single until
she was twenty-seven. She was known
to be truthful, and she had distinctly
told several curious lady friends that
she was not engaged, so that there was
not even the spice of romance in the
gossip. Surely she was not "disap-
| pointed, for never had the DrlSht Sc
renity of her beauty been more un-
clOuded.
Scranford knew her not in those
three years, but Mrs. TOllman was the
recipient of various hampers of city
delicacies from her city boarder, and
acknowledged the same by letters. One
of these, dated three years after the
beautiful Miss Cameron left Scranford,
after elabOrately thanking that young
lady for hamper of dainties, sald
'Do you remember my nephew John
Furber? He left the day after you did
and fretted more than little. But
he took a turn for tine good, Heaven be
thanked, and went to New York to
look for situation. He worked HIM
self up-fOr he's smart, John is-and
to-day he has made friends with his
father again, and is to be taken partner
in big commercial house, his father
to buy it; but Johns earned place,
too, by hard honest work, U my DEAR
I'm happier than ever l thousht 70 pe.
Perhaps you've heard OF the mouse conn
is in-Colllns hayes ~ 20: Joih Il 10
be part OF the 60. But III tlre you
writing ABOUT my own aIairs. 1
wouldn't only thought you re1he'h-