Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1881-07-20
pr,IEGTSG HIS HEART.

.gla man" SAID Mrs. BrusnDE.
'e c1-.o;rIv - not" acquiesced Miss
fcAF, ..Bn, I dare say he's engaged" slyly
.,,rked the plump widow, with a
-.IaIong glance of her green eyes, which
MED to dilate and contract, hike those
ofa middle-aged eat.
No. he's not, J." said Miss Foxe, "At
,.,.tI heard him tell Colonel Copley
~, he was entirely fancy free"
..Humph! said Mrs. Brushby. Then
,b.rgs no reason why he shouldn't
,.srrv and settle here at Exmar." "
.Exmar, indeed said Miss Foxe,
vbo had accepted her own old maiden
hood as a foregone conclusion. There's
,.,boly here for him 10 marry-only fac
t,r girls, and Colonel Copley's six
daughters. the youngest of whom is
three and twenty, to select from"
The green eyes scintillated sharply.
..Wbv shouldn't he marry either you
o- me- Felicia Foxe?" asked Mrs Brush
b.. =
she had attempted to swallow some NOR
sci TOO large for her.
why. he amt 30, :" said she.
Neither an l. said Mrs Brushby.
'No. CorneIa Brushby, there amt no
Srt Of use coming that sort Of game over
m- said Miss Foxe, fairly aroused at
last INTO antagonism. You were eight
and twenty when You married Brushby.
and he's been dead and buried these ten
good years. -
Ms. Brusnby laughed.
"FeEci." said she, you're worse
than An old family record. Don't you
See there's people older than their wears,
and people younger I'm one OF the
latter: and don't see why L can't marry
Mr.. SeIwvn, II 1 once make up my mind
to DO SO.
So Mrs. Brushby took up the brown
warn that she had been buying at Felicia
Foxes thread and needle store, and went
home.
Her niece, tall, pale girl, witl yoilow
hair Ike braids Of dead gold, a transpa-
rent pale skin and sad, hazel eyes, was
setting the table.
How slow you are, Clara - said Mrs.
Bashby. snappishly. Il supposed, Of
course. Tea would be all ready by the
time l came back.
I'm sorry for the delay, aunt" said
Clara, timidly, ''but 1 was detained at
the factory"
There, that will do. 1 don't see why
you need be dinging the factory in my
face al tie time. Oh, it's bad enough
to have a niece obliged TO drudge for
her living without hearing of it forty
times day"
The deepest scarlet glow mounted In
to Clara Cones cheeks.
Il could not pay my board, aunt,
said She, 'ff l did not earn the money
IN the factory. But if the subject Is
TO YOU 1 will endeavor to
avoid it.
1t was now six months since Clara
CO,.e had arrived, a homeless orphan,
with al her worldly belongings packed
in a shabby little travelling bag, at Mrs.
Brushby's door.
Aunt" she said, trying to repress
the rising sob IN her throat, will you
give NE home? L am your sisters
orphan daughter"
Mrs. Brushby had received her as
cordially as a fish might have done.
q suppose You'll have to stay" said
Mrs Brushby. But 1 didn't die and
leave swarm OF orphans for my sister
to take care Of. Oh, yes, you can stay,
and perhaps / can find you a situation
IS dressmaker's apprentice or in shop.
Because, OF course. one cannot expect
NE to keep great girl Ike you for no
hing"
Upon " ich Clara bestirred herself
.ettvely and had been thankful TO obtain
place III the pin factory, in the glen
below the village, where half hundred
'ther pale-faced operatives worked for
,canty livelihood, and Mrs. Brushby
'harged her high price for board, and
got a servant-mmd's work ont Of her
before and after hours into the bargain
Il should Ike to go chursh, aunt,
llar.l had ventured to say one Sunday
morning when fhe naples in the glen
were adj blazing in their autumn colors.
That's just ike You selfishness Clara
Jone - said Mss. Brushby, acidly.
T. And let me stay at home, for, of course,
'ne Of US must stay at home. to see that
We are not robbed by namps, and cook
the dinner"
But couldn't 1 go in the evening.
mtl"
Certainly not y said Mrs. Br ushby.
L belong ~ the 'Rebecca band, which
lways meets n the chapel on Sunday
venings, and Deacon Halstead calls for
ne in his box wago2- Ii you feel SO
'loualy inclined, you can resd your pray
r book at home"
And SO Clara found herself gradual!
generating into the merest household
rudge. She went nowhere and saw
lobody.
Pretty r' Mrs. Brushby would ssorn-
Qlly rsmazi. whom q uai oh bSr ahAnoSd