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

oVerSet or injured, and lett the room
lightly. Imogen, knowing his ways,
did not attempt to interfere or assist,
but stood aside watching him with
loving wlstful look in her shining eyes.
'sDo without me one of these days
He can't, with all his pretence, and he
shall never be asked; never, never J
My darling uncle, the best, noblest,
wisest of men. 1t is only too much
honor for a stupid little thing like ME
TO be permitted To give him my life's
best love-and he has it.n She winked
away bright little tear from her long
lashes-laughed little, and drew out
of the big envelope decidedly mascu-
line looking epistle, III bold black char
acters, with big scrawly signature on
the last page, ''GeIald Adare."
''It looks plain enough and easy
enough TO answer" mused she, ''and
it's neither one or the other" ''He
says''-running hastily over the con-
tentS-"he relies on NE to tell him
whether he may really avail himself of
my uncle's invitation to Chislehurst.
If SO, he thinks of starting at once for
the States, by the same steamer as our
selves, If possible. He is at Liverpool
awaiting my reply, &c. Now what
does it mean, or what will he under
stand by my answer? He used to talk
of wishing to see America, and pe-Saps
of settling down there, though uncle
only laughed at the notion and now II
seems as if he were in earnest. Ii L
write him a cool little note telling him
what is strictly true-that the doc
tors recommended perfect rest and quiet
to uncle for some time to come; If l
gently put him off for the present, why,
it will be for good and all. L feel ii.
Some other fancy will come between Us
and there will be the end of our friend
ship. l hate to think It don't mind
saving so-when nobody can hear me.
| Shall ! say Come He'll come fast
enough. He'll see our beautiful home
and what Americans are at their best !;
not the rubbish that disgraces our ma
tion all over Europe. He'll understand
then what my dear uncle is-a prophet
| that has honor in his own country; and
if he comes, he'll never go away
again. Why should he? He says he
is cosmopolitan, with no local preju-
dices (unless he has one in favor OF the
place where We happen to be found) !;
he hates his Irish estates and his title,
and would gladly hear the last of both
one and the other. Shall | say Conner
and vet
Here Everard's fOotstep was audible,
and hastily concealing the letter, Imo-
gen hurried on her hat and Newmarket
and went TO meet him.
(Which way ?'' he asked, as they Is
sued from the portico on to the greasy
| pavement.
This way looks the cleareSt. If you
keep straight on and then turn right
round and come back We can't be lost,
argued Imogen iD her Ignorance. and
they started. Unfortunately they came
to a street which did not go straight
on.
We'll, we can take this left turning
and keep straight along here. 1t GER
tainly grows lighter at the end" They
groped on cautiously, guided by the
area railings. Then came noisy cross
ing of some main thoroughfare. Imo-
gen looked at Everard dOubtfully and
turned to the left again rather than at
tempt 10 pilut him over. 1t was grow
ing brighter, fading from dim to pale
copper color there must be sun some
where. and in the distance was a
glimpse of trees. that Imogen decided
must be lone of the parks" but which
turned out to be an unknown square.
Then a policeman, against whom they
ran blindly, helped Everard across a
street and put them in the direct road
home-which proved to be by such dis
reputable back streets that ImOgen got
alarmed and made for the first open
space.
Then the fog lifted, showing a large
C ear street with something like a cab
stand at the far end, and along II they
sped merrly.
why we've got home without know
ing it: there's Portland Place down
that turning" a." cried Imogen; delighted.
lit doesn't seem like our part of tn,
world - said Everard, who had the ear:
of trapper but places sound diiier
ent i'll this atmosphere.
'sWe shall come to a name presently
Down swooped the fog again before
the words left ImOgen's lips, and whel
they got TO a name it was one they haC
never heard of. The situation was be
looming monotonous. 1t had beeI
amusing enough at first, when Til
brighter atmosphere seemed TO lie a
the end of every street they turned
. into. while Everard made guesses a
places and people, like a schOolboy play
, ing blind-man's buff, and laughed a
, his guides helpleSSneSs. Now he wa
. silent and Imogan anxious. 1t wa
growing thicker and thicker, till evel
her way-mark, the area ratings, faile'
her if She lost hold of them, and had Il
be recovered by CROPPING. She felt Ev
erard drag on her arm as she led HIM
and his face, as well az she could max
it out. looked drawn and oversprea,
with hue she had learnt to mlstrust
SWhat are we TO dO!' she asked
irving to laugh. Il can't turn bacl
in search of the cab-stand. L forgo
how many turnings we have passed ant
policemen seem to have vanished from
the face of the earth"
One O'Clock doomed from an lnyisi
, ble church s'eeple.
: Its quite new part OF the town,
she went on; ''large houses and III
shops"
, "We must have come far out ives
, without knowing 1t and never though
of bringing the wraps"
She stood perplexed, leaning agalns
, the railings of large house loomin
aloft through the murk.
''I'll tell you what can do III nm
and ask our way. Why didn't thin
of that sooner 7"
And up the steps she led him an
gave vigorous pull at the bell.
A footman answt red it promptly.
1--WE are lost in the fog" said Imo
gen: s'can you direct us to the Lang
: ham Hotel?''
The mans face grew doubtful.
81 don't know that | can, miss. Ii
D a good long way from here-but l wi
inquire. "
7 can get a cab"
? "WeIl. if you go straight on. turn t
r the right, and take the third street {
: YOUR right again, you may find one
{ the stand-or, there's Toke,s liver
stables close by" ~
] That's better"
|. But a glance at Everard made he