Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-11-14
From the Mays Landing Record ]
My Journal.
BY Lillian L'ESTRANGE.

July 10th. Isn't it splendid my dear
old journal? Tomorrow Nellie How
ard and myself start for Long Branch,
with her aunt Ellison to chaperone us.
You know papa is not blessed with
much of this worlds riches, ministers
are not in general, and | thought |
couldn't go, but my dear patient mother
has somehow got the money, and to-
day, to my infinite joy and delight, she
told me to begin and get ready. | just
hugged her, | was SO glad.
Only yesterday almost envied Nell,
nv most intimate friend, with all her
wealth and beauty. Why she might
live at Long Branch all her life and not
miss one dollar. and here poor, little,
plain me could not go for two short
months.
But now | don't care. I'm going,
and intend having n regular good time
before | return home TO enter upon the
tiresOme career of district school
teacher Oh, hoc | hate it, How often
rebellious feelings fill my heart, looking
at Nell's dazzling grace. Why is it, |
wonder, that some have both wealth
and beauty. and others neither?
Now my heart is light and gay, and l
go about my home duties humming
merrily. We will start on the l4th, so
| am very busy turning old dresses, and
contriving TO make them look new.
Then oh, dear! mother is calling
and must stop writing.
July 18th. Well, poor journal, it has
been more than a week since 1 last
wrote here, but we have been out so
much that | really have not found
time.
In the morning there are calls to
make and visitors to receive. After
moons we take long rides along the
beach. and in the evenings there are
either hops or lovely rows by moon
light. when the ocean looks like one
broad sheet of silver. One would
scarcely recognize in the careless, happy
girl of to-day the to be teacher of next
fall.
Nell has admirers by the dozen.
Every evening she tells me of the num-
ber of rejected suitors of that day in
such a way that it quite shocks me.
But, Fam she said the other night,
as we were preparing for bed, "What
am TO do. Surely you would not have
me marry man | did not love-"
mo. dear" | answered fervently,
pressing nv lips to the fresh, beautiful
face, 'but-'' stopped suddenly, for
how could Nellie Howard's be other
wise than lovely, one might as well
expect the stars TO cease shining.
If Nell knows that she is beautiful
no one could be more unconscious. She
is perfect study, and, long as | have
known her don't feel familiar with all
her ways vet. One moment she Is
so merry and winsOme. the next as
grave and quiet as myself.
She is an orphan, and has neither
brothers nor sisters-that is one OF the
reasons that drew me to her from the
first. though what made her take a fancy
to me cannot imagine.
July 23d. To-day two new boarders
arrived It our quiet little cottage, who
were introduced to us as Mr.. GreysOn
and Mr.. Leslie. The last named Is
grave. gentlemanly looking man, but
Mr.. Greyson-how shall L describe
him. Never have / seen such hand
some. courteous man. He is singularly
fascinating, he and Nell would make
splendid match. As usual, she was
charming, dressed in thin, fieecy SUD-
stance with dainty ribbons of delicate
green fastened in among the golden
curls: rarely have | seen her look so
lovely. But tonight, when we were
having our usual confidential chat she,
TO nv great surprise and disappoint-
ment. pronounced him ''horridly rude.
s.Why what has he done?" queried
in amazement.
"Well," pouting the pretty lips and
shaking the golden curls, "he limited
that | was vain-just to think"
"Never mind" L said, soothingly,
she does not know you yet, or ne
would not tell you so" with which
comforting assurance l fell asleep.
August 9TH. Nell still treats Sidney
Greyson very coolly. She cannot for-
give him yet, although l am sure he
didn't mean anything. In the mean
time he looks very condescendingly at
her. and talks as if she was spoiled
child more than anything else.
L had built so many castles in the AIR
that il is hard TO see them. one by one,
slowly vanishing. At last I've come 10
the conclusion that Nell and Mr.. u
we're not made for each other, and think
| NAV as well let things take their
own course, only / can't help hoping
they will love each other. One might
think that | myself am in love with MIR.
Greyson for the pages seem filled with
nothing bnt his name!
don't see how Mr.. Leslie and ne
ever became friendsl But / like and re-