Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-08-22

me, said Madelon smiling; land
never eat supper"
"Come, I'll give you seven," said
Mrs. Geoffreys; "and that's more than
| can afford"
ind to these terms poor Madelon was
forced unwillingly to acceed, while
Mrs. Godfrey Immediately made out q
five pound order to the nearest florist
for the decoration of the room.
But Mrs. Geoffreys believed in econ-
omizing when and where she could.
|
"Going to Mrs. Geoffreys' party? OF
course l am going" said Miss Flors
Fortescue; land III borrow your pearl
earrings too, Jennie. Guy L'Estrange
is TO be there, and l think-I really dc
think, Jennie, that can bring him to
the proposing point tonight, with q
little strategy"
"And l should think it was high
time," said Miss Jennie FOrteseue,
Flora's younger sister. Papa is be-
ginning to grumble lawfully about the
miliner's bills and things"
"Well," said Flora, complacently.
''we shall see."
She was plump, blooming blonde,
and really she looked very pretty al
Mrs. GeOffreys' that evening, with Jen-
nie's pearls and dress Of the palesi
pink silk.
1t was one of those awkward inter-
walls between the dances that are apt to
try the patience of the most enduring.
Flora had taken refuge in a group OF
Photographic views, with Guy LES
TRANCE leaning languidly over her
shoulders.
"Won't somebody sing2" said he,
looking around with an air of hopeless
ennui.
"We shall have some delightful sing
ing presently" said Miss Geoffreys,
who sat by. "Mamma has engaged the
new sensation, Miss Wing. They say
she is positively charming in ballads. -
"Miss-Wing."
Guy L'EstraDge looked up in sur
prise.
"My goodness" thought Miss For
tescue, with sudden start. 81 hope it
isn't Madelon Wing turned up again,
after all these long months"
And she remembered, with guilty
flush, the note, entrusted to her care,
that she had never delivered to LES
TRANCE.
But just as the crimson scarlet suf-
fused her face, the door was thrown
open, and Madelon Wing glided into
the room, pale and lovely, in a dress of
black grenadine, with her brown hair
coiled at the back of her head, and a
roll of music in her hand.
sMadelon."
Guy L'Estrange involuntarily started
forward, but the next instant he re-
pressed himself with violent effort,
as Miss Wing passed him, and took her
place at the piano, while Flora For
tescue's face was study.
81 thought" said L'Estrange, in a
loN bOilt " MISS oi bCcSuS, Nou cdiu
that Miss Wing had gone abroad"
81 supposed that she had," fall
tered Flora, seeing the network of
falsehood momentarily tightening
around her.
But Guy had gone to the piano, and
was bending with raptured face over
the beautiful young singer, as one by one
the silver clear notes of 'Auld Robin
Gray floated out on the perfumed hush
of the crowded room.
There was burst of applause as the
last tremulous accents died away.
Mrs. Godfrey hurried with smiling
face to the side of the singer.
every sweet, very affecting indeed"
said she. "We'll have the other in
about an hour, if you please, Miss
Wing"
SIN the meantime" said Guy LES
TRANCE, offering his arm; ''Miss Wing
will perhaps allow me to conduct her to
a cooler and less crowded part of the
ROOM"
And Madelon felt herself being led
away by the man whom she loved best
in all the world-the man she believed
to have deserted her when their fort
unes failed, and poverty's iron grasp
fell on them.
"Madelon," said he, in low, i'm
pressive voice, when they were safe in
a secluded corner, where a cluster of
hired lemon trees made a sort of tropi-
cal seclusion, lighted only by hang
ing lamp, "why have you left me so
long in ignorance of your fate?"
"Guy," she answered, unconsciously
falling into the tone of old days, "why
did YOU never answer that note | wrote
your"
"What note?"
"The note that gave Flora FOrtescue
for you"
His brows knit darkly.
81 have never received any note"
said he.
s.But she told me she gave it to you. !"
"Tben - begging Miss Fortescue's
pardon for the plain English of the ex-
pression-she told you lie. L did not
know where you were; l had no means
of communicating with you. Oh, Made
Ion, Madelon my heart has been break
ing for you these many months"
sand 1 fancied you had forgotten
me-" faltered MadelOn, her eyes filled
with blissful tears.
care you going so early," said Mrs.
Geoffreys, as Flora Fortescue, pale and
haggard, came to make her adieux.
'.why the evening is not half over yet.
"I-I know it," faltered Flora, "but
| have a violent headache, and the
rooms are so warm"
"But Miss Wing is to sing the Last
Rose of Summer directly"
"I don't care to hear it," said Flora,
making her escape by main force from
Mrs. Geoffreys' hospitable importuni-