The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1877-06-29


: the other members Of the family with
drew for The night, hut the evenings
were usually devoted to music aud
general conversation. IL was YET
more agreeable when Carl weavertor
{ read aloud from the choice library Of
favorite authors. At such times biz
fine countenance grew radiant will
the spirit Of the theme, and Juliet
was incxpressibly happy while drink
ing in the music Of his voice.
1t was a sultry, oppressive afternoon
in the latter part Of August. Julie,
was finishing tobacco.pouch and ]
sang for Mr.. Weaverton who turned
the leaves, occasionally adding deer
bass accompaniment. lie had vel.
coined me warmly as a member Of tho
family, and in every possible way
made me feel that | could depend up.
on his friendship. Suddenly ring at
the door caused a start Of surprise;
and in few moments more a gentle
man entered who not only failed to
announce his name. but persistently
kept his hat over his eyes. At the
first glance we were unfeignedly as
tonished. A moment more and a
hearty laugh broke from the inmates
of the parlor as well as those who had
followed into the hall. II was Guy,
neatly attired in full suit Of Mr..
Weaverton's, her queenly figure look.
ing remarkably graceful in the wide
garments. Juliet was shocked beyond
expression, and the gentleman, after
indulging in the fret burst If merri-
ment, said; miss Guy, do be careful
and let no one but ourselves see you.
What on earth is it you wouldn't
do?"
"Well its dull enough any where
with pair of turtle-doves billing and
cooling; but down here in this wilder
ness I'll vow I'm about to stagnate.'
They were all in by this time,
and various were the circumstances
and comments. But she was bent
upon having the frolic out, and an
hour was devoted to snatches of opera,
detached scenes from Shakespeare, and
variety of inimitable reproductions
from itinerant actors picked up du-
ring her life. At length when some
of her spectators had laughed them
selves hoarse she decla red her inten-
ton of going to neighbor's and fin
ishing up the day.
well, I'll 60 with you" said Mr..
weaverton. All protested, but look
ing Significantly at Juliet, he went
out after Guy who was already ON the
lawn. We watched them proceed
slowly to the gate, her figure looking
comical beside him, and Juliet could
not conceal her modification at this
unexpected freak Of her volatile sis
ter.
The pair paused at the gate evident
ly conversing seriously. They then
skirted around the premises, not in
the direction of the cottagers, but to-
wards the rear of the house. Soon
we heard light footsteps on the stairs,
door slam above US, and all was
still. Then Mr.. Weaverton entered
looking mysterious and in due time
Guy re-appeared, charmingly attired
in soft black srenadine, and wearing
countenance most innocent of all
improprieties. Juliet congratulated
Carl upon his influence over her hoy
denish sister.
That night letter was thrust under
my door with these words scrubbed in
pencil, 81 found this lying ON my
floor. If there is any thing wrong
about it, please be forbear;ng for the
sake of the innocent. Yrs. G. W."
Flushed and agitated, | recognized
the writing as my guardians, and the
date when examined bore full evidence
that he had not neglected me but had
long ago perhaps, condemned me as
careless and negligent when | had so
earnestly longed for a word from him.
He told me of his encounters with the
red men, and said he had box of Gu
rious and valuable Indian relics for
me. One sentence in the letter filled
my whole being with strange delight.
1t was this: dewitt Beverly is
name registered among the European
arrivals in a New York paper. l
shall watch and await developments
CHAPTER X.
Long unused upon the incident of
the letter. Guy Garnet, with her in
ordinate propensity for interfering,
had suppressed it and made herself
mistress Of its contents. | knew she
had in the first instance been prompt
ed by curiosity; but latterly she took
no pains to conceal her enmity, and !
could readily believe that feeling Of
revenge alone was the cause of this
last act of treachey. How generous
ly Carl Weaverton had tried to shield