Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1884-10-01

However, Thomas was young and
impresSionable, and Imogen's face and
voice worked on his tender heart.
I'm inquire, miss"
And. crafty in his way, he went
with his story, not to the respectable
old butler just then crossing the hall,
but sharp to the right, through MORN
ing-Ioom and library, to his young mis-
tress' own sitting-room. He was back
in two minutes with Miss Langton's
compliments, and will you and the
gentleman please step in
They gladly followed him as he re-
traced his way through the softly-car
peted, richly-furnished rooms to the
veIy heart and centre of the houses
comfort and luxury. A long, low room,
lighted by silver lamp at the far end A.,
near which, on couch, lay girlish
figure.
Il cannot rise to receive you,n she
spoke in a sharp, though musical voice;
please excuse Inc and come and sit
down.
Imogen felt, as she approached, the
keen, exhaustive gaze of a pair of the
brightest, darkest eyes she had ever met
-eyes disproportionately large for a
tiny, eager white face. She found Ev-
erard seat, and then said 4: 1--WE are
III great difficulties, and all through my
foolhardiness. Will you help us ?''
with pleasure. l hear you want a
guide and a messenger; you shall have
one directly. Was it not odd? was
just lying specializing on what | should
do if L were out alone in the fog, when
your ring came"
The bright eyes had left Imogen and
wandered off to Everard, who now
moved within the circle of the lamp
light.
"I-excuse me-" she faltered, sud.
denly excited. "but may L not know
your name, please
"EveraId Holt"
II knew it," she said triumphantly
producing large photograph from au
envelope. My uncle brought me home
this last night. He was at Wlllis's
| Rooms"
WAS he not Colonel Pyers-Lloyd
who returned thanks for the army"
snow how could you possibly tel
that =? We are not at all alike"
II cannot judge of your faces, but
your voices are the same"
She ciapped her hands in gleeful,
childish fashion.
Delightful You recognized tn,
Welsh accent. How pleased he vii
be Don't you know he was there a.
the representative of Cymric poetry
and he has more titles than you woult
care to hear as bard
II know his translations well, an(
Lave read his monograph on Cymri'
versiication.
You must stay and see him. Ii,
will he home To luncheon, and vii
never forgive me if | let you 90. IGl
will stay. | will order the carriage a
soon after rs you please"
Eveard waited for lmOgen to reply
which she did with quite unreasonable
hesitation. Miss Langton was in earn
est. Her uncle acqulescent, it woul,
be utterly and superfiuously ungraciou
to decline her request. She could no
accept with her wonted graceful frank
ness, though she tried 10 be cordial
/. She was transferred to the charge o
Il sedate maid. who assisted her to re
move her wraps and the traces of foi
and SCOT through which she had beeI
struggling, and freshly prinkel AM
smiling she rel urned to her hostess.
81 wonder what ails me ?'' she asket
herself, as from the room door she be
held her uncle and Miss Langton In ful
tide of talk. why does the air o
this place thrill me into fever of self
consciousness ? L could fancy Mis-
Langton the dark lady that all fortune
tellers are agreed shall cross my path
Absurd >
The dark bright eyes, charged wit
their curious magnetic attraction, ,reSte
on her as she advanced, and she blushe
like an EN- arrasSed schoolgirl. Th
servants entered directly after, wit
preparations for luncheon, which wa
lald on a table within reach of Mis-
Langton's couch. 1mogen sat sllentl,
obServant. Her training in art ha
been thorough enough to teach her tn
value of her surroundings. Each de
tail of the room seemed TO have bee
specially chosen by someone of yer
, peculiar taste, with money enough t
crafty it.
The hckerlng fire Of scented WOO
on the wide hearth glimmered owe
carved wood, wrought brass, rare china
, curiously mingled tints of color,
!, | screen of exotics masking the street
ugllness, and the gilt-and leather of tn
. sumptuOus bindings. Books wer
: everywhere, and piles of papers, stand
! of engravings and photographs, a
J clustered round the central figure c
, the girlish mistress of the house, a
/ whom Imogen had hardly ventured {
| glance at first. She was young muc
, younger at the second glance; at th
: third glance. handsome. The origin;
type of the face, fine and noble, wor
: and shrunken by long continued PAL
or care that had drawn fretted lines bt
tween the eyebrows, and curved tn
lips distressfully. A cloud of dusk
, hair was swept back and upwards an
/ secured by two golden pins. Her DIRE:
| was loose gown OF dark crimson We
/ vet, edged with grey fur, from ii
sleeves of which her tiny waxen hant
: peeped out, weighted by one massiy
gold ring.
She presided gracefully at the tabl
} on which the china and glass were a.
studies, and each piece of plate worth
t a separate line in a collectors cat;
logue.
Colonel Pyers- Lloyd did not appea
t and nobody missed him.
, Everard, his momentary falntnes
passed away, was bright and interested
: He felt the influence of the surround
( ing atmosphere (not to speak of Il
luncheon being the perfection of goo
| cheer), touched the beautiful thinl
about him delicately and appreciativel.
listening to Miss Langton's few Wort
: of clear description and-luncheon ov'
: fell into one of his happiest moods I
talk, that an admiring biographer woul
have given all his spare cash to owe
S hear. Imogen was courteously inclu'
/ ed in the conversation, but she soc
sank into silent thought. She ha
/ never seen her uncle so completely ;
his best III strange company, frank an
0 pleasant as he always was. Miss Lam
D ton though saying little, seemed
q draw him on by some mysterious syn
Y pathy, from general topics to persons
experiences, till Imogen listened wol
derlngly to his stories of long-past strul
+ giles, and cherished aspirations, thought