Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-02-16

SELF over another mans wife. s'Better
face it out, he thought. "It's only to-
day anyway, and if / go it will look as
Thoughts though ne had not forgotten
old times quite so completely as desir-
able, he was afraid. Thss deciding, he
talked and laughed with Emmie, and
was so generally agreeable. that even
Roger Colchester unbent little, and
the pale face opposite grew interested
and appreciative. Fl
After breakfast they strolled around
after the usual fashion of North Conway
visitants, and Philip, having nothing
else to do, strolled with them: but
although he strove to seem ut ease with
Rose, he felt that he failed miserably,
and gladly returned to Emmie- for re-
lief. She, at least, was Unchanged
just the same childish, winsome Emmie
as of old, whom he had been used to pet
and tease; and she had not outgrown
her old liking for him, either-that was
evident, for she showed it frankly. So
he strolled along beside her. and pointed
out the beauties of ''Minerva's Head"
the shadowy "Indian Maiden," and the
famed ''White Horse" which, with up
raised head and flying name and tail,
seems ever galloping madly away from
North Conway and sight-seers, in gem
eral, but ever remains there, one of the
''lions" (pardon the anomaly of the
place.
After dinner there was a drive pro-
posed. "Would he go?" Emmie asked;
there was 'just room for four" lie
went.
Riding backward made Emmie i'll.
:" Would Rose mindl'' No. Rose
wouldn't: and before Philip realized it
Rose was sitting beside him. The silben
folds of her dress swept against him;
and once, as the carriage swayed heavily,
her gloved hand rested on his arm with
swift, light pressure, which made his
heart throb strangely.
II beg your PARDON" she said; and,
looking up, her eyes met his for mo-
ment-only moment; but as she
turned away a sudden wave of crimson
swept over her face.
''She has not forgotten, then," he
thought grimly, glancing at the two
opposite.
Roger Colchester was, to all appear
ance, unconscious of the little by-play;
but Emmie's blue eyes were trifie
wider than usual, and she was looking
at Rose with sudden surprised Curl
osity on her face.
All that afternoon Philip was invisible.
Taking full cigar-case as a companion.
he set himself resolutely TO the task, of
walking off the new depression and un-
rest which had come to him.
sI won't see her again." he said.
''They 20 early tomorrow, and I'll keep
away from Them" and, pursuant TO
this plan, he was one of the latest ar
rivals at the supper table, and ate in
stately solitude.
When, however, he went out ON the
broad piazza a little later, and, looking
through the windows, saw them sitting
in the great parlor, he could not resist
the temptation to join them. ''After
ALL" he said, sit is only tonight, after
which she will go out of my life entirely
So he sauntered in, in his lazily grace
full way, and took the vacant seat beside
Emmie.
''Have you been dancing?" he asked.
Emmie answered with a little sigh of
regret. ''No, only twice. Roger doesn't
care for it, and there is no one else"
''Take pity on me, then. l am part
nerless. May I?-for the Lanciers 20
The next moment, with Emmie's hand
on his arm, he joined the dancers, and
went through the figures ''unexception-
ably" as Emmie declared; and then
stood beside her, laughing and talking
lightly when the dance was over and
she had resumed her seat.
.'Listen." she said. as the music be-
gan again. "How odd for them to play
that,-the saddest of all sad things
it is the Last Waltz of the Madman,'
Rose"
Philip hesitated for a moment. Why
should he not? She could but refuse;
and it would be the last time. He turned
toward her with look almost of en-
treaty OH his handsome face. "Will
you?'' he said-..Will you, Rose''
He had never once called her by her
new namc-he could not-and the old
name came so ttoughtlessly. II beg
your PARDON" he said gravely. With
out reply she rose and laid her hand on
his arm.
That waltz-could he ever forget it?
with that gold-crowned head almost
resting on his shoulder-with that beau
tiful face so close TO his own. For this
brief space she was his. At last il came
to him suddenly and sharply, that not
one particle of the old love had died out,
in spite of all his struggles, and the
mantle of grim cynicism in which he
had striven to envelope his better self;
that, Roger Colchester's wife as she was.
she was dearer to him than any other
woman ever was, or ever could be.
"You are tired" he said, sharply,
seeing the sudden pallor of her face as
she looked up, wondering at his long
silence.
"Why did you not tell me?"
at is so beautiful she said, almost
i'm a whisper,-"and so sad. Is it not
heart-breaking? There were tears in
the great dark eyes as she turned her
head away, but Philip, looking down at
her, answered not a word.
"How white you are, Rose.' eX-
claimed Emmie, as they came back 10
her. "You shOnld not have danced so
long. Why did you let her pa little
sharply-looking up at Philip. But
Rose answered quietly that it was moth
ing, she was only little tired, and she
had not waltzed for so long-so very
long. She glanced at Philip; and he
meeting lfer eyes, thought of their last
waltz together in the old days.
'sThe music is over for tonight" said
Emmie, gathering her light cloak about
her, early hours seem TO be the rule
at the 'kearsarge,' for the piazza is de-
serted. 1t is lovely out there in the
moonlight. Comet" And slipping her
hand through Roger Colchester's arm,
- -. IL
down to the 'Pagoda.'" she proclaimed,
her shoulder. ''One wouldn't think it
prosaic depot by moonlight. You
don't mind our leaving you for short
time, Rose, as you are too tired to go,
do you? Well be back directly" The
,,op,apt Rnsa and philin were left