Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1882-07-19
AMAN THAT SUCCEEDED.


onel MonteagIe. And, as venture tc
hope, accomplished in her way. We
are not much in the way of schools ol
academies here. but have been her in
structor myself, and she is Il thorough
mathematician, an excellent musician
and a linguist of no mean capacity. We
are studying Hebrew every day, she
and /, and she devotes her evenings tC
comprehensive reviews of her Latin and
Greek She will be scholar, if l live
10 complete her education.
Mr. Crofton looked curiously at the
oddly assorted pair-the sIlver-haired
shsbbily- -attired old gentleman, Will
his bald forehead, eagle eye and deli
cately-white hands; and the dark-browed
sullen-looking girl, with gypsy skin,
untidy frock and patched boots.
Pretty? Yes, she might be pretty
under some circumstances. The diamond
itself is not an attractive stone before
the lapidary's art has polished Its rude
angles into glittering facets of white fire.
But she certainly possessed no sweet,
feminine graces now.
How old are you, Miss Monteagle?
he asked. finding it imperatively neces
sary to..say something.
And Mary Monteagle answered in
words, Seventeen" while her looks
replied, plainly, None of your bust
nessi'
Go, NV child, and gather some
flowers to deck our humble board,
said the old gentleman, magniloquently,
while he conducted the son of his Oldest
friend into the tumble-down old stone
house, where the carpets were moth
eaten, the furniture mildewed, and every
trace of decayed gentility told the sad
story of better days.
Mrs. Monteagle, who had b, en- a beauty
once, and had her portrait engraved IL
a "Garery of American Rosebuds,
was sit ing up in state IN a battered
boudoir. in a black 81 k dress that must
have been quite quarter of a century
old. with a flower in her s1ver-sprinkieC
hair, and, still preserving the girlish at,
titude in which the engrayer's pencil
had immortalized her, oddly contrasting
with sharpened outlines and haggard
abr1ptness of her sixty-odd years.
And this was the way Ii which the
old couple lived, in the dead past, as il
were. Colonel Monteagle starving con
tented on the recollection of his pas
grandeur. and his wife fondly fancyins
that time had stood still since the days
in which she was counted worthy to b'
one of the American Rosebuds.'
Mrs. Monteagle sweetly welcomed
her guest and touched the little hand
bell at her side.
eve will dine, sarepta," she said t.
the maid.
"Please, ma am" breathlessly uttered
that young person, ''there amt nothln
for dinner. We eat the last of the colo
beef yesterday, and the dog he tippet
over the pan of oysters. and"
THAT Will do, Sarepta," said Mrs
Monteacle. with red spot mounting t.
each of her cheek-b bones, Il said-w'
will dinel"
And Sarepta withdrew with jerk.
The dinner was served pre- entiy iy-al
instance of the magnetic power OF Will
but there was no cold beef, neither wer'
there any oysters. Fruit, thin, water.
soup of herbs and parsley, tastefnn.
parnished salad of lettuce and mayon,
naise. and dish of peaches and cream
formed that meal.
..Quite Arcadian!" said Mrs. Mon
teagle, with a giggle.
"And very badly served" secret,
commented Mr.. Crofton to himself
"But the salad was nice.
Where is Mary?" the Colone
asked.
"Drinking in the beauties OF the sun
set. pre- sume'" the lady answered ann
.sTbe dear child has an artists soul
and we do not tie her down to any hour
or rules.
The colonel fell asleep in his ehn
aft.r dinner. Mrs. Monteagle and he
rainted face wi hdrew themselves mt
tba boud,,ir--and Mr.. Ciofton, lnwardl
bewailing himself that he had PROMISED
stav A week at Monteagle Manor, saun'
cred ont upon the heights which oSel
looked the valley below.
As he stood there. rusthng so''nde
in the bushes, and the dark-broWle
gypsy sprlng up the hillside. ,r
..You have a fine place here, MIS-
Monteagle," he said, by way OF making
himself agreeable.
az hate it," said Mary, darkly.
.I-beg your pardonT e1ciaime
Mr. Crofton, in amazement
81 dol" flashed out the glri-l h''
:, aur The learning, and the purity. an
the grand pretepses, and the m'sei'o'
shifts"
"But-"
"Ah," said Mary Monteagle, yo
don't know it all. You never heard I'll
tradesmen bowling at the back doo'
like a pack of howling wolves; you doh
tnow that the house IS advertise
for sale for taxes long IN arrea,'
How shonld you'll How should you
sware that the very clothes we wear al
not paid for, nor the Goals 'ha' wv