Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-09-06

when the stylish envelope, with It's
monogram in trieOlor and gilt, reached
Miss Dexter, that pale young woman
was bending over desk, which had
been removed for vacation from the
school-room to the small upper room of
dingy boarding-house, and she was in
the midst of a sum in arithmetic. Two
columns to be added the greater part to
be subtracted from by the less. The
items of one column: board for an in
valid mother, loans te a wayward bro
ther, board and clothing for little
sister, rent for school room, and board
and clothing for self. "My earnings"
the other column. Add and subtract.
Simple enough! The veriest tyro in
that school-roOm tare and tret, the in
veterate 'stit-tat-too" of the infant class
would have laughed at the easy task.
And yet
at was one OF those woman's sums
That make the angels weep
Would it ever come right? eyes,
everything comes right" said Miss
Dexter. "If il were not for this hope,
this faith in the overruling protection
of heaven, should have given up the
struggle long ago."
At that moment arrived Mrs. Peril
castles note.
''Not visit / had dreamed of, dear
mamma" Mary Dexter said to the in
valid, who was pleased and excited by
the flattering request; "not one, per-
haps, that should have exactly wished;
but it seems to be providence. And
as you think so too, will accept"
"How could have dreaded the COM
ing so much?" was the young school
teachers soliloquy more than once the
first evening after her arrival, when
she found herself sauntering up and
down the broad piazza arm in arm with
Mrs. Perricastle, who was all kindness
to her guest. The dinner had passed
charmingly. Mrs. Pericastle was ge-
nial; the children, rather troublesome
at school, were gentleness itself As
hosts. The blue muslin dinner dress,
with its simple rufiie at the throat
clasped by the old-fashioned brooch,
had proved just the right thing. And
now, upon the broad piazza, how deli
cious was the mountain air, the wilder
ness of garden and vista of wooded
walk, the CLEAN through the darkling
chestnut trees Ofthe sunsetgilded lake
"My DEAR" said Mrs. Perricastle, on
the morrow, elf you stay awhile with
me, you will have all your roses back"
Four delightful days of the visit
passed. Sunday morning came, and
the recollection of its Saturday evening
was the crowning pleasure of the week.
There had been a rowing party upon
the lake, and company to tea, followed
by music and animated conversation in
the drawing-room and, prominent in
Miss DeXter's recollection. a fascinating
chat over the engravings with the young
clergyman of the place. She was quite
anxious to hear him preach. Altogether
it was in glow of refreshing happiness
that she drove over, In the big family
barouche, with Mrs. Perricastle and the
little Perricastles to church.
Not in such glow did she return. A
frown OF displeasure was upon her hos
tess's face, and poor Miss Dexter was
looking pale enough.
81 am extremely sorry that it hap
pened," the impulsive lady said, as the
carriage rolled rapidly through the dis
NAL evergreen glen that two hours be-
fore Miss Dexter had thought $50 ex-
quisite." ''He is considered one of the
most disreputable men in the place.
Fortunately he comes here but twice a
year as agent for some New York house.
| forget the name of the firm; but you
know, of course, as you know him. /
am so sorry, for every one was looking,
and you had interested-1 had inter-
ested my friends in your behalf"
Fritz Deming, the most disreputable
man i'm the place, had come forward
from the gazing loiterers that thronged
the paved path from the church porch
to the carriages, and had spoken to Miss
Dexter. She had hesitated and blushed,
but nevertheless fingered to talk to him
and had actually kept-just, too. as the
Changers carriage was waiting to drive
up-Mrs. Perricastle standing at the
door of the barouche, until quite an
gered she sprang in, and was ready to
attack at once her Disconnected guest
with, 81 am extremely sorry that it
happened. For your sake, Miss Dexter,
as well as for mine."
The Sunday dinner was colder than
its cold meats. Mr.. Perricastle was
"out of Sorts Mrs. Perricastle Gre
tired into herself" Mary Dexter was
glad she was to 90 home on Tuesday
instead of to stay another week, as she
had been warmly pressed.
But Monday morning. the weather.
the Perricastle weather-cleared. All
was again serene, and delightful was
the morning drive into the heart of the
mountain woods. From the very edge
of the dashing, dreamy waterfall in a
ravine of pines, Mary Dexter had
Tucked with carefulest uprooting the
wild geranium and the maiden-hair
fern, to take home with her as keep
sakes of the inspiring spot
Dinner passed pleasantly, and Mrs.
Perricastle seemed to have forgotten the
visits one marring event. She even said
to her guest that afternoon, "keep up
your courage my dear girl. l have
many bright plans for you this winter"
After tea, when it was growing dark,
the young clergyman called. He had
been passing by, and having accident
ally found that day the specimen for
the herbarium of which he had spoken
to Miss Dexter on Saturday evening,
the pretty white fiowered orchid (Hd-
benaria), he had brought itfor her book.
But Miss Dexter was nowhere to be
found.
'T thought she had gone to her room
Mrs. Perricastle said, nervously; "but