Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1879-08-20
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Day after day went on, and of all the
gentlemen who had called on Mrs. Craven
and her niece, Isabel had seen none, for all
her Kind friends insisted upon it.
One day, Isabel, passing by the parlor
door, came face to face with Ellen and
Charles Roberts. How she hated herself
for that sudden blush she felt burning on
her cheeks; but as she glanced up and
caught Ellen's scornfui, angered eyes she
suddenly grew perfectly composed and
calm.
Isabel, is this really you! Why had
not the slightest idea you had come to Mrs
Craven's. Are you well and happyl"
lie bent to whisper quickly the last word.
Isabel gave him her hand with her old-time
grave quiet and hauteur
"Quite, thank you. The friends in
Daisydale are all well2'
"Oh, yes; and you can't conceive how
many of them miss you"
"That is pleasant to know. am in
somewhat of hurry, Charles-Mr Rob
erts. Good-by;' and she hastened on with
out another word.
Once in her room she sat composedly
down to her work, while Mrs. Craven was
out for her noon ride.
She wondered If Charles had forgotten
her-that is, ceased to care for herr She
asked herself the question in a careless sort
of way, and then went on to think how
nice he and Ellen looked together; and of
a sudden frightful revelation came to her
so sudden it fairly took her breath-so
blissful, her senses ached with the Joy, and
yet 50 dreadful she thought she should not
survive it. All this in a magical second,
and the revelation was ths-she loved
Charles Roberts, and had loved him all the
time; and he loved her no longer, but Ellen
Folsom
At that moment Ellen came in, in all the
blooming beauty and stylish elegance that
characterized her.
- have come to you for my first con-
graduation. Charles SAYS you were an old
friend of his
Isabel felt her eyes growing dim as she
anticipated the news.
Il am an old friend 1t was all she
said. But how fully, entirely, she expe-
rienced the truth of her lovers words that
night they parted.
We've not decided on the wedding day
but Charles is in a great hurry. Most low
ers are, suppose. But you are going to
wish me joyl'
''Oh, Of course, all in the world,n
She wasn't very enthusiastic. but il was
only her will that forced her to speak; her
heart was too sore.
''And there's another thing, Isabel. You
must pardon me for saying it, but I'm sure
your good judgement will approve. Charles
has told me of your little love-pasSage;
and thought that as you had once been so
much TO him, and he'll be coming here 50
otter, it would be prudent for you to find
another
Isabel had risen to her feet almost at the
first words, with vivid, blushing cheeks
and flashing eyes. Now, with low scorch-
ing tones, she interrupted Enough,
| comprehend yours and Mr.. Roberts deli
cacy. Give my apology to Mrs. Craven.
Ny trunks will be called for by the railway
omnibus
She put on her hat and mantle, and with
out vouchsafing word to the delighted,
triumphant girl went out from the house.
81 have to think my presiding stars for
suggesting that story. l knew her proud
spirit would up in arms and leave me
clear field to win him. l only hope l have
uttered a prophecy. As if | didn't read
Alright their secret :"
She had made a slight mistake, however.
And poor Isabel, her cheeks burning.
walked on to the station that she had ar
rived at so lately, wondering where she
would 90, when glad, joyous voice called
her name.
'1sabel, were you going home to me, as
you promised me to do if you needed mel"
She instinctly recoiled a step. Then,
seeing that no one was in the waiting-room
but themselves, she threw back her veil and
gave him the full benefit of her indignation.
SLOW dare you ask me such question,
when your lips have so lately asked Ellen
Folsom to be your wifel Charles Roberts,
| thought better of you"
And then she cried. Wasn't it just like
a sensitive, loving, over-wrought woman to
do that2 And Charles Roberts heart gave
a great throb of delight.
'Oh, my Isabel. Now | know that you
love me. | never have spoken of love to
any woman saving yourself. Isabel, you
believe mel You love me at last Z"
Like a solemn truth, she could not help
believing, came the blessed knowledge to
her
q believe you. love you."
An hour later when the railway omnibus
drove up TO Mrs. Cra7en's for the trunks,
Ellen met the two at the door.
"Please send Mrs. Roberts trunk down,
Miss Folsom"
Serious Fall