Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1878-04-24

TO our marriage until can support you
in comparative luxury. And now, dar-
ling, promise me you will not fiirt with
Eugene Rivere while am gone"
Indeed, Mr.. Kennedy, l shall do nc
such thing" and Florence tosses her
golden head saucily. .'It will be awful.
ly dry without you, and dryer still
without Eugene to fiirt with"
Florence" the bitter jealous feeling
gnawing at his heart, promise me. my
darling, promise;" and he holds the
white, slender hands tightly in his own.
''Oh goodness, Phil, you hurt" says
Florence, lightly; las soon as you lei
go I'll reply, sir.''
Her hands are instantly released,
and dropping him a little mock courte-
sy, she says demurely:
''Indeed. Mr.. kennedy, I'll be aw-
fully good, and 1 won't fiirt, on my
honor | won't fiirt a bit. Does that
satisfy your lordship:'
''Perfectly;" his full trust in her
love coming back. "And now, if
stop here any longer | shall certainly
miss my train. Be true to me, my own, -
and clasping her tightly to his heart
for moment, he pressed kiss on the
lovely lips and is gone, while Florence,
with desolate feeling she has never
known before, rushes to her pretty lit
tie room, and flinging herself on the
soft bed, sobs herself to sleep.
Two months have passed since the
opening of our story, and Florence
Mortimer one morning enters the hand
some dining-room, and not seeing her
father there, thinks while she waits for
him, she will glance over the morning
paper, which lies at his place.
She does not feel as happy and cheer
full as is her usual wont, this bright,
sunny morning, for three weeks have
passed and she has not heard from
Philip.
"He need not have been so anxious
about my flirting with Eugene" she
muses., ''now that he sailed for Europe
last week. wish l knew why Philip
did not answer my last letter. Suppose
he should be ill, and an anxious cloud
ruffies the fair brow. "Still he has
friends there, know. I've often
heard him speak of how intimate he
was with the Morgans, one of the lead
ing families there"
the paper she holds-for a moment her
heart almost ceases its wild beating. as
she reads
Married, on the 3lstof March, ,at the
brides residence, Mr.. Philip Kennedy
to Miss Annie Morgan
She reads the dreadful words again
and again, until they seemed to be
branded upon her brain forever, with
red hot Goals.
The next moment there is a wild
shrek, and Judge Mortimer entering
hastily, sees his darling lying like one
dead on the soft carpet, and tightly
clutched paper in one rigid hand.
Days and nights follow when Flor
ence Mortimer's life is despaired of.
Days when Judge Mortimer, cursing
the man that has so blighted his daught-
er's life, spends hours in writing to him,
and pouring forth his anger and wrath.
But none seem harsh enough At
length one is sent which Philip kenne-
DIV receives at his hotel in B, and
one which makes him saw, tearing it
in pieces, 'sfalse, false, like them all,
but | believed her so true, and oh. |
loved her sor' and the man, bowing
his head on the table, weeps like a
child.
A year later a young man, rather
Drowned with long exposure under
foreign skies, but with a light, springy
step, rings hastily at Judge MOrtimer's
elegant home, and handing the serv-
ant his card, asks for Miss Mortimer.
He is shown into the familiar parlor,
and in few moments, a tall, slender
girl enters. and with faint smile on
her cold, beautiful face, welcomes him
back to America.
"Florence." he exclaimed, after the
first greetings are over, ''pardon me,
but what has changed you so? L ex-
pected when came back to find you
Mrs. kennedy, but meeting a friend, he
said you were still unmarried, and he
had not seen Kennedy for long time, }"
"No. Mr.. Rivere, Mr.. Kennedy will
never be anything TO me. He was mar
ried to a Miss Morgan, few days aft
er YOU set sail. thought you knew it.
| read the ma riage notice in your pa
per-" .-
"what. Impossible, Oh good heav-
ems. have you been so mistaken? Lis
ten, Florence, and then forgive me, if
YOU can," cries Eugene. "You remem-
Der nv wager year ago, about fooling
vou on the first of April? Well, L in
serted that notice merely for that pur-
pose. l thought Philip would be home
in few days, and | supposed, after all
our talk, you would surely guess the
date of the paper. Oh, Florence, if L
had only known; but you shall be
righted. 1 will go 10 the end OF the
earth to find Kennedy. Give my kind
regards to the Judge; will see him at
some future date. Goodbye, Florence,
I can never forgive myself until ] de-
liver Philip Kennedy to you, faithful
and true still, as l know he will be.
Then. and then only, will 1 hope for
your forgiveness
He clasps her hand fora moment in
his, and then seizing his hat, hastily
leaves the house.
A month has passed, and Florence
Mortimer is standing gazing eagerly out
into the street, when carriage drives