Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1882-08-30

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HE is great friend of yours, ISM
he?"
Isabel laughed, and little crimson
flush warmed her cheeks.
Oh, I don't know Yes, he is s
friend of course.
I've known MIN Tor over year
now. He's handsome, isn't hep
81 think he is the finest looking
gentleman 1 ever saw" Amy answered
quietly, then bent little puzzled look
upon Isabel
''How did you come to send bin
here? 1 should think you would prefer
to have him with You at the st. Robert. ~
''You little goose, can't you under
stand that?
Indeed, L don't want him at the
hotei-why, there's Vera May, and
Jessie Dean, and that lovely Miss Hath
away from the West-Amy.
81 am so glad be came here, where
there's no temptation for him to be made
a dead set at.
"a handsome rich widower. You know,
is great catch.
Here, he's safe you see.'
She certainly did not mean anything
cruel but, il touched little plain Amy
as nothing had ever hurt her.
And, proud little woman as she was
she suddenly had to rush to the pantry
for more sugar, to hide the tears she
felt coming to her eyes.
/ Mr.. Pontifex was safe at Beechc ID
Cottage!
Yes, she was too old, too plain, toe
decidedly an old maid to be dangerous
to any mans peace of mind.
1t WAS all true, and she had known
it all her life, but somehow it occurred
to her as never before.
Little, ard plain, and cd. but with a
woman's heart beating warm and
strengthful in her bosom and somehow
Isabel Dale's rare blossomy beauty
seemed, for a moment the most desir-
able possession in all the world, because
with it, such love, and devotion, and
admiration could be won.
She thrust the foolish thought away
from her, and came back, her sugar
crock in her hand.
'"Do you bathe every day, Isabel? j
heard the children saying the water
was delightfully."- warm to-day"
"We go down every day-why don't
you go, Miss Barry 1 have the love
hest bathing. dress-cream flannel trim
med with brown.
Cant you go with us ct four CLOCK
to-day ?"
''Mr. Pontifex is going, and mamma,
and Chris"
How she would have liked to go
But, hers was not the life Of pleasure
and ease that the brilliant butterflies
Of fashion lead.
81 rather think not" she said. 81
want to make short-cake for tea-the
children are so fond OF it, and promised
it for tonight"
"But the children can be disappointed
for once, You must 60, Miss Barry,
and Mr.. Pontifex stepped in the big
shady kitchen, so handsome in his
white duck suit that Amy's own skilful
hands had laundried.
Isabel gave a rapturous glance ol
welcome and Amy laughed a little con.
fusedly.
Il hope 1 am not intruding, or that
: this delicious old-fashloDed room Il
forbidden grouHd," he said
Amy pointed to chair.
''Sit down, Mr.. Pontifex,' she said,
i and then went on with her pastry, while
he and Isabel chatted and laughed.
/ And it ended by taking Amy's consent
to go with them bathing.
She never knew quite how 1t all hap
pened. none of them knew. Tut httl'
Edna managed to separate herself from
the others, and the first thing anyone
: knew. sac was screaming and being
l borne out by tie breakers, and ANY
: had plunged in after her, entirely ob
> livious to the important fact that che
WAS not much more able to fight th'
: heavy seas than the child.
There was little CONSERVATION,
shrek CT so from Isabel, an exclama
ton Of something not perfectly inteiif-
gibIe from Mr.. Pontifex, prompt con
maud TO Isabel's big brother, Chris
a and then shortly after little Edna ant
Amy were carried out unconscious an'
the next thing Amy knew she was OF
her own lounge IN her little sitting
= room. with the sou-d of Isabels an'
her mothers voices in the next room
opd Mr.. Pontifex's handsome, anXou
ewes looking down in her face as he sa
beside her, little Edna, unconcerned a
ever. perched contentedly ON his knee
..Amv r he said. in low breathies
sort of way as she looked wonderlngi!
at him Amy, my brave little darling
> thank God I saved you, for myself
didn't I?' =.
g She suddenly began to cry, what di
he mean?
Was it a dream, tantalizing dream
d "Amy." the low passionate voic
d wont ON and the grave handsome face
all full of expectancy, dropped so hea
u to hers that she knew 1t was no urea,
x -.5f you had died, I think l shoa,
have died, tool l meant to have 'oi
o YOU hi, very day how l have iearhe
to love you, that want you to be m
nra.sed little wife, If you can car
= : enough, for me TO come to me- "a
= Won Amy? Do you dear
T-oIal aOnld not DegTuurS