Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-06-06

making dainty little dishes TO tempt a
feeble appetite. Then she could read
to Aunt Curtis in the sweet low. voice
that had been such. comfort to her
mother, and She felt, also, what the old
lady had said, that 1.-The very sight of a
bright young face in the silent house
was as cheering as the ray of sunshine
on cloudy day" bee
so Alice, remained at Copley Farm,
while her aunt and cousin. rejoicing ar
the success of their innocent little
scheme, returned to the city to welcome
Charlie and his friend. 'a
Ii was disappointment to find that
Charlie had arrived without his friend.
Mr.. Warrington. That gentleman. it
appeared, had had previous engage
ment to spend few days with rela-
tive, whom they found awaiting them
ON the steamers arrival; but he would
make his appearance in week or so,
and Mrs. Sutton wrote to Alice that
she could remain at Copley until Char
lie and Isabeltwent up for her. l-Hl
tT-AliceT had no objection. She was
greatly4enjoying her visit to the farm.
1t was the first of October. when the
country was most beautiful, with a
lingering of summer glory mingling
with the deepening lines of autumn.
She was an iinpassioned lover of nat
ure, and vet, city bred, had never be-
fore seen nature i'm this glorious revela-
ton of autumnal beauty, and it dawned
upon her like the reading of some new
and beautiful poem.
Strange that there are people con-
tent 10 live in the city, when the coun-
try is so beautiful she thought, one
evening, as, standing knee-deep in ferns,
beneath a canopy of crimson and gold
foliage, she gazed i'm dreamy delight
over the lovely scene before her.
\ rustling in a neighboring thicket
startled her. There was sudden shot,
whirring past of a brood of partridges,
and the next moment a dog rushed
forth, deliberately followed by gem
tleman in gray hunting dress.
As his eyes fell upon the young girl.
standing in graceful, half-startled
manner, he lifted his hat courteously.
Il hope that | have not alarmed
you," he said. Il should not have
fired had known that lady was near"
The dog bounded back with dead
partridge, which he dropped at his
masters feet
Alice took il up gently.
Poor little thing, 1t was cruel to
kill - she said pityingly, as she lifted
her brown eyes, sOftened with tender
compassion, to the face of the stranger.
He smiled-a curious smile, in which
appeared both interest and amusement.
''Then am sorry that | should have
killed it, and, in penance, will not fire
another shot to-day
Il have no right TO require that sac
rifice of you," she answered shyly, as
she turned away.
But he again addressed her.
at appears that our pathways lie in
the same direction. Ifyou are going to
Mrs. Curtis, will you permit me to ac-
company you? The lady is an old
friend of mine, and | was ON my way To
see her. Ii was for her that | intended
these BIRDS
Il am staying "a. my Aunt Curtis
she said, land in consideration of the
motive, forgive you for shooting these
poor BIRDS
They walked, in the lingering sunset,
slowly along the lonely wood-path that
led TO the old farmhouse, pansing a
moment on the brow of the eminence
that overlooked it, as it lay like a brown
birds nest embowered in trees in the
meadows belew.
s.Time has forgotten this little nook, "
remarked the gentleman. ''it's as un-
changed now as remember it fifteen
years ago"
You do not reside i'm the neighbor-
hood, them"
mo. My home is in the Sunny
South; but, when a boy, | used to be a
frequent visitor to this neighborhood.
Perhaps ought to introduce myself.
l am Philip Warrington of B, and
nephew of DIR. Gray"
DIR. Gray was her Aunt Curtis ply
sician, and resided on the next farm;
but il was the name of her companion
that now attracted Alice's attention.
she had become familiar with it from
Charles letters, and she said impuls-
lively:
.'You have just returned from Eu-
rope? Then you are my Cousin Char
lie Sutton's friend of whom he so often
wrote?"
1t seemed pleasant mutual discovery;
and the two were no longer strangers.
Aunt Curtis was delighted to see
.'Phil." He had grown so wonderfully,
she said-quite big boy.
And she related many remembered
bold boyish adventures of his, in the
old time, that seemed so long past to
him. so short 10 her. Finally she in
sisted, that, as he had had long walk,
he should ''stay TO supper, and he, ap-
parently nothing 10th, accepted the in
vitatiOn.
There is no place on earth excepting
perhaps ON ship-bOard) where two
young persons thrown together are so
apt to fall mutually i'm love as in a
quiet house in the country. Certainly,
in this instance, the being ''thrown to-
gether" was not entirely accidental,
since Mr.. Philip Warrington in his
interest i'm the old lady, every day found
something to bring him to Copley.
Now it was to bring her a new paper,
or message from the doctor; the.l to
read her some very interesting extracts
from new book; and then again to Of
fer larks or partridges, forgetful' of the
cruelty of shooting them.
And in the soft, rich and dreamy Oc-i
tober evening, he and Alice, strolling
in the old-fashioned garden, or down
the lane rich i'm antumnal flowers, or