Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-09-27

was he. The the long, dull, country
ride annoyed him. What fool he had
been to give in to her about living in
the country. 'She must have lesson"
he said, shading his head. grasping his
whip, and touching up his gray horse.
Another turn brought him round into
the broad elm-arched avenue that led to
his door. Arriving there, what does he
see?
A groom with two horses; one beau
tiful, snow-white, bearing lady's new
saddle.
Burt Magogue sprang up the steps;
he crossed the piazza at stride, the
hall at another he looked in at the ante
room door. A lady was glancing at the
long mirror; a petite lady, smiling at
the petite double in navy blue riding
habit with silver buttons, navy blue
velvet hat with ostrich plume, flame
of geranium at her throat, silver
mounted riding whip in her little hand.
ssWhat does all this mean, madam ?"
shouted the flower of ROseville chivalry.
She turned round, bowed, walked up
to him:
"What did you say to me, sir?" she
asked graciously.
81 asked, what you mean by this!'
She laughed silvery laugh. "Oh!
Why it means that 1 am going out to
ride. 1 like riding. Cousin Charles
went with me yesterday to look at
horse. He says he is a splendid fellow,
and you see how handsome he is. The
bill for him will come in tomorrow.
Don't look nice, dear?"
He clenched the whip still in his
hand. "I'll pay no bills for any horse;
that is going back where he came from
with the groom. And you, madam
walk up stairs, take off that gear, and
put on something decent, and then come
down to me-"
She looked up at him, lips apart, from
under the curled, navy blue rim of her
riding hat; then clapped her tiny hands
and burst into sweet peals of cherub
laughter.
"Madam, are you mad? Do you think
you can behave like tais? You didn't
know my first wife, she's dead" He
spoke in an ominous tone that lowered
the color in Effie's rounded cheek; her
lips curled back like those of child
when first confronting some strange,
unpleasant animal.
Burt Magogue went on: "She was
spirited, bigh-tempered thing, but l
brought her down. Would you like to
know how / brought her DOWN."
"Yes-I should" she answered with
that curious, fearless glance, just touched
with something that might have been
dismay had it not been more like scorn.
"How did you do it?'
81 conquered herewith the lash!''
Little Effie shuddered and looked
down. Her delicate face was working
with horror, with pity for her prede-
cessor, with terror for the gulf sud-
denly open at her feet, swarming with
the misbegotten wrongs that follow the
meeting of irresponsible power and
weakness. Or was it only terror for
herself, hopeless in the power of her
natural protector, lowering over her in
his vast superiority of physical stGengths
He wished she would look up; these
baby faces can be as battling as the time
less brows of Sphynx. At last those
golden lashes lifted; the timid eyes rose
up and up, until they met his; they gave
him disagreeable sensation; he would
revenge it upon her some day-though
she was almost too pretty to be crushed.
"You did-did you?' She had taken
i'm his remark, it seemed. Then she
walked up to him, clenched her fist to
the size of magnolia bud and fixed him
with eyes whose cherub blue was lost
in glitter, like bayonets in the sun.
"well-if you ever lay-so much as
your least fingers weight on NEEDN'T
you ever shut your eyes again, for the
first time find you asleep I'll cut your
throat from ear to ear. So hear me
every saint in heavenn'
She turned at the door and flung back
laugh: '.This is your second wife,"
With this "echo' she left him.
A horrible sensation clutched Burt
Magogue. He fought it as if it were
paralysis. What was 1t? And what
being was this that he had married
this mocking, spirit-like thing whom
he could not terrify? He knew all
about women-yes, the bravest of them
fighty, provoking, but nervous; "na-
turally subject to fears" docile as sheep
to one who showed them little resolu-
ton. What manner of woman was
this? He turned quickly at sound
without. There she was mounting that
snow-white steed, and there was nothing
reassuring in the smile she flashed him
ere she whirled off in night-cloud of
draperies. Was she some witch sent by
Hecate, queen of night and of the dead
Burt Magogue believed just as much in
one religion as he did in another; you
see mortal flesh and blood it could not
be that had threatened him with Effie
Keenc's soft lips, and transfixed him
with her liquid eyes. Could it be some
unsleeping ghost arisen, taking posses
sion of a sweet familiar shape! Faugh
why had he ever read those uncouth
horrors of Hoffman and Tieck and Ed
gar Poe? - Burt Magogue
has always defied the supernatural.
Can a shadow of it keep him so docile
as he Is to his elfin wife? Why, the
men growl now and then: ''He is get
ting to be the mere echo of his echo
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