Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-03-30

ness OF cmldnoou away! 90 Den Nlcno-
las had actually asked Juliet Hawkhurts
to be his wifel
II wish you an Harry'd talk serious
to her about it, went on Mrs. Marley.
"Taln't likely she'll have many NOR G
such chances as that"
mo; to be sure not, said Mr.. Avenel
abstractedly.
"And o'course she d oughter think il
over well, added Mrs. Marley.
"Oh, certainly-to be surel"
When Harry Avenel came home from
the city that evening, he found his un-
Gle ill brown study.
Harry" quoth the widower.
Eyes, uncle"
eve been thinking"
$50 should conclude, sir, from the
FL shaped wrinkle between your brow, "
laughed the young merchant. well,
and what has been the topic of your
meditations', uncle Joe?"
Why, l was thinking what would be-
come of us If Mrs. Hawkhust were to
take it into her head to leave u.s."
Harry opened wide his merry hazel
eyes at the IDEA.
What made you think of such thing
sir?" he asked.
"Oh, / don't know. She has a good
place here; but one couldn't expect her
to be contented with housekeeper's
situation always, Harry"
"No, to be sure not"
''She has become very essential to our
domestic happiness, Harry" went on
Mr.. Avenel.
"Yes-I grant you that. Uncle Joe"
"And 1 really don't know how we
could manage to exist without her."
"Raise her salary, uncle" suggested
Harry.
"No, I hardly think that would an
swer my purpose; but, Harry"
"Well, unclc?"
Mr.. Avenel looked slightly sheepish.
Cant you imagine any other way of
keeping her here?"
Harry stared at his uncle. Mr.. Ave
mel felt disposed to give him q hearty
shake fer his stupidity.
"Oh!" cried the young man with sud
den dawning of lucIdity over the dark
ness of his brain, "You don't mean
matrimony, uncle?"
eyes, do?" quoth Mr.. AYenel stout
ly. "Would you object Harry"
'I, unclel"
Because you are the only person in
terested besides mysef-and her,"
"My greatest interest. uncle, is to see
you happy" the young man answered,
wringing the elders hand. "And--if I
too should conclude to marry at no dis
dant day"
"Why, then," cried Mr. Avenel gayly
eve can all live together just as we do
now, and be the happiest family in the
worldp
And he went into the house, visiting
as they went. John Anderson my 10,
John. rs blithely as boy of sixteen.
Juliet Hawkhurst was standing by
the little side garden gate that evening,
thoughtfully watching, over her right
shoulder of course, the slender silver
crescent of the new moon. juliet had
certainly blossomed into perfect little
rose OF maiden, during the years she
had been an inmate of Avenel Place.
She was fairhaired and rosy, with long
eyelashes, deep blue eyes full of sha-
dowy purple CLEANS, and a complexion
like rose-colored satin; and, moreover,
there was in her every movement self
possessed grace and dignity of mieh that
was inexpressibly charming. Juliet
Hawkhurt had been born for lady, but
untoward fate had made housekeeper's
daughter of her.
AS she stood there, leaning over the
iron rail of the gate, footstep sounded
behind her:
"Juliet?"
She turned with little rose blush
and smile she fain would haYe con-
cealed, and Harry Avenel came up and
stood beside her.
"Little elf, you thought you had hid.
den, away from me, but you see have
contrived to find you out, even hereI
What makes you blush and look SO con-
fused?"
''Do II" And Juliet fixed her gaze
very steadily on the green turf at her
feet, where single yellow dandelion
was closing its eye of downy gold for
the night.
tListen p cried Harry triumphantly.
I've got piece of news for you.
"What is it2"
'What should you think of a stepfa-
ther, eh, little ons2"