Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1879-08-20
Did She Do Right +?

4 fearfully cold clustering day i, wa
late in December as she stood alone at tht
door, with the sweeping gale as it dasheC
by laden with fine dust and stinging chll
almost freezing her in its ruthless pitiless
ness Isabel Kent, the daughter and onct
the heiress of proud Thomas Kent. was to
night to leave her home poor girl, to bat.
tie with the world, which had once been he
slave and was now her master.
\ cab rolled up to the door and wher
the driver had attended to her luggage sh,
was whirled away-to what she wonder
ed, with a mIrthless little laugh.
Al the station she had little time t,
think, the crowds, the noise, the glare, tn,
incoming AID departing trains gave no op
portunity.
After she had procured her ticket she sat
down on a seat just opposite the door; and
so when Charles Roberts came in she saw
him before he saw her. He advanced
straight over TO her as soon as he recog
nized the black-robed figure.
'Isabel, am tempted to take YOU away
from here by simple force. have been tC
the house, but you were too quick for me,
Isabel, will you persist in this foolishnessl'
lie had taken a seat next to her; but,
near as be was, he could not see the paling
anguish that lay in her pure classic face, OIL
the flush of momentary wrath that followed
his eager, impulsive words.
at Is not foolishness, Charles. What
should do if did not go to Mrs. Cra-
vens-n
He interrupted her in his quick, hot
headed, earnest way.
"Where should you go, true enough, my
darlingl Is not my home lonely for the
want of your Does not my heart cry out
for you, its queen Isabel, there is yet ten
minutes; won't you think of it again and
let me take you from this place to be mar
ried to me, and to my home fureverf Re
member, my Isabel, how love you. ="
Under her thick Grape veil lsabel's lips
grew tigL tly compressed and slow red
bloom came to her cheeks. Ii was great
temptation; she % lonely, 50 fragile, to go
out into the world, nothing but a compan-
ion to rich, strange woman, whose face
she had never seen and here was Charles
Roberts, with his splendid house, his hand
some face, and irreproachable character,
who sat beside her, begging her to accept
It ALL
But she could not brook the idea of mar
rying for home, even if she knew the Of
fer came from the man whom she felt wor-
shiped her. She did not love Charles Rob
erts: with the chilling look out on the
world before her, she decided that she
would work to the death before she would
be the wife of man to whom she could
not give her affections.
Il had made up my mind long ago,
Charles, and indeed it grieves me to hnd
that YOU still cling to me so. | am sorry !;
| wish for your sake | might view these
things in the same light you do; but can
not: it is impossible, that is all. There
comes the train.
She arose, as the long train came In,
with sad, plying look at her lover face
1--WE will try to be friends, then, Isabel,
though heaven knows how mocking and
empty friendship is after love. Write to
me if ever trouble comes, command me
TO anv extent. You'll promise that :"
She was really gone at last, on the way
TO her destination. That was long, lonely
ride. and many tears fell back off that
heavy. masking veil, before she arrived at
Colueyton, on clear, bright morning,
when the streets were swarnning with life
and gayety.
Mrs. Craven was an invalid, passaoiy
pood-looking. who received her newly en-
Gagged companion with polite welcoming
and interest that would have gone straight
to Isabels heart, bad not her pride and re-
serve been challenged by the young LADY
20 whom Mrs. Craven introduced her.
Isabel acknowledged the presentation
and was stnng to the quick by the ingio
bauteur of the fair girl. Miss Folsom was
as enraged by Isabel's indiferently grace
full bow.
"Auut Clara, she said, when Isabel had
GONE TO her room tha; night. TO weep and
suffer all the long hours, ''shal you aiio"
btr to mingle with our visitorsf she Il
most too elegant and aristocratlc TO pas
uuno,iced among company"
..As often as can spare her, oil course
Why should she not see a little enjoyment
moor child! You are getting jealous again.
Ellen"
"lou remember how my goyerness foiie'
me in that affair with Warren Raymond
don't care that this girl and l should r'ir
n race for Charles Roberts.
you have no reason to suppose una una
Char es Roberts cares for you; you never
met him more than dozen times