Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1881-08-24

possession, and had already formed
plans for merry future but the drea,
solitude of the place at present was un.
bearable to one accustomed to a success.
sion Of amusements.
80, using his own words to Mr.. Cath.
cart, "He had taken the liberty Of
throwing himself upon the Wears
hospitality"
Indeed You are welcome, Squire r
the clergyman rejoined. "No doubt
you do find it dull, especially to-day.
This quiet slumbrous village is a strik-
ing contract for one used to the Great
City. We viii go into the drawing
room. There are younger people there,
who will make it, no doubt more cheer.
full for you"
The Squire readily assented, and for
the first time, beheld Jennie Cathcart.
In whose society he had not been long
before he felt toward her as he had
never before felt to any woman.
Seated talking with the vicar, his
looks followed her everywhere, but
lowered darkly as he detected the evi-
IDENTIFY high place that Ned Graham held
in her regard.
THAT fellow viii be an obstacle to
my success with Miss Cathcart," re-
fected the Squire. "Yet perhaps not.
Women are ambitious, and, to become
mistress of Trevor Hall, would be a
great temptation. Yet, supposing some
engagement exists between these two.
and the girl holds to it? Then shonl6
admire her the more, and be the more
determined to make her my wife!
The days passed on, and the Squire's
visits to the Vicarage were frequent.
Ned Graham, the artist. did not like
it, and so told Jennie. She, however,
laughed at him.
However, it was not long before the
artists words were verified. One morn
ing, Marmaduke Trevor, appearing early
at the Vicarage, requested to be allowed
a few words in private with the vicar.
When closeted together in the study,
he confessed the passion with which
Jennie had inspired him, and proposed
for her hand.
Mr.. Cathcart sat a while silent. He
had listened In surprise-with regret.
His silence, the perplexity marked on
his visage inspired the Squire with con-
fidence. Evidently the poor parson was
overwhelmed by an offer SO unlocked
for.
''Surely, Mr.. Cathcart. he remarked,
'syou must from the first have seen the
your pretty daughter made
upon me?"
'.Had /, Squire" broke in the vicar,
quietly and rousing himself, 81 should
have felt guilty man in your presence
at this moment. declare to yon had
not the least idea. 1t never crossed my
mind that you ever would have desired
so to honor my family. Had it, believe
me, 1 would at once have informed you
of that which. with much pain, I must
now tell you"
A dark shadow fell on the Squire's
face.
UAnd that ." he asked.
'tMy daughter is engaged already
has been so for six months. to
"Spare me his namew interrupted
the Squire, raising his hand. "You
mean the artist l have met here. /
knew from the first he was my rival.
But it is woman's privilege to change,
Mr.. Cathcart-as they should be, women
at times are ambitious.
"That is true, unfortunately but 1
trust not Jennie. Yet, in justice to her,
let it be she who decides. She is in the
morning-room, Squire. If she consents,
I can answer for Mr.. Graham relinquish-
ing his claim, and for my accepting You
rs a son-in-law."
81 thank you. / will, at least try"
The vicar watched him from the room
then, with some anxiety, waited his re-
turn.
Could Jennie-would she be dazzled
by his offer?
Not quarter of an hour had passed
when a quick step on the gravel path
caused the vicar to look through the
window towards it. 1t was the Squire
leaving the vicarage.
81 knew It'll" ejaculated the clergy
man, with almost cry of JOY. 81 knew
[ was not wrong about Jennie. Come
in" for there was tap at the door, and
his daughter entered.
"Oh. papaw she calculated, in sad
,eproof, "why did You send the Squire
10 me?"
"For your sake and his, my darling"
the vicar, taking her in his
.rms. "And your reply, Jennie?"
"What could it be, papa? How could
be untrue to Ned? What wealth and
position could compensate me for his
ove?"
Neither Jennie nor the vicar would
nave commiserated the Squire as they
lid, had they seen his dark, lowering
ooks. and if they could have read his
thoughts, as he proceeded through the
Trevor woods to the Hall.
Thus stood matters when October ar
ived The evening of the ninth was
lark, heavy, oppressive; and the Squire
wiped the perspiration from his brow,
IS he stood among the slumbrous woods,
raiting-for whom? Evidently this
hang-dog looking fellow that
,ame slouching toward him for on his
appearance he made step or two for
ward.
81 am here, Squire, he said doggedly
ouching his hat, but keeping few feet
listant. 81 trusted yer. Still, with a