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

to6 tsOhANSEs
II was mid-moTnlng In 1alr London
town. 1t might have been night-fal in
the City of the Clouds for all outward
evidence To the contrary. Masses Of
dingy vapoT rolled up against the win
dow-paneS, stirred now and then by a
suoty little breeze, from nowhere in
particular, that dispersed them not,
only made little black eddy and de-
parted. Indoors it felt at once hot,
clammy, choking and smutty. The
rOom was airy and spacious. It was
one OF the best privaA sitting-rooms
Langham had to offer.
Imogen Ray had just declared ut
felt like chimney on fire being put
out with wet blanketS..n She was
leaning against the window-frame as
she spoke, gazing into the grimy sea of
vapor, half-interestedly, half-abStract-
edly. She was very beautiful even by
that hideous light; with the singular
sbeauty only found on the farther shores
of the Atlantic: delicate, fragile and
marvellOusly brilliant.
Sc looked like poem, melody, an
klSN ACllC was a ~
fact, business ike damsel, practical and
self-reIiant as became citizen OF
''Airth's greatest nation" Her COM
panion was leisurely finishing his break
fast. He might have been a dlgnitary
of the Church by his dress. Ills stat
wart build, and general suggestion OF
open air life that pervaded him, seemed
To Indicate a sailor or colOnlSt, but the
noble, intellectual head, with its silhen
name of snowy hair, the massive tea
lures with their curious expression OF
lndoient shrewdneSS could belong to
meme but the original of the face that
SmiFked III the Graphic and scowled III
i LIe Illustrated on the side-table, and
had been for the past week decorating
the photographers windows III very
III Xed company the face OF the tenn
lorary lion of London literary society,
che great transatlantic poet, philoso-
pher and critic, Everard Holt, whom
the literary world aforesaid had for the
past week been delighting TO honor.
You have your wish at last, limo
zen" he said this is quite London
particular according to Guppy."
Yes. | thought We should LOST
something if we lett without a fog
but l have got a thicker one than eX
pected here"
Speaking, she glanced out in the din
gIHess and III at a square envelope which
size held daintily and respectfully. l.
Was fastened by big red seal bearlns
coat of arms and a coronet, at Whlci
she glanced with an admiration un
worthy her race.
This is a gloomy ending to our holi
day. dear" said Everard, looking
towards her anxiously.
He looked towards her, not at her
thereby betraying what nany OF M
casual acquaintanceS never perceived
that ne was blind-totally, hopelessl.
blind-from some accident late III nj
life at the very zenith of his popularlt!
and usefulness. He had accepted th'
calamity Enthusiastically, tried pa
tientiy and fairly every possible mean
of recovery. Then, these failing, witt
the same ZeSt with which he had Deel
wont TO turn TO some fresh branch o
study. he had applied himself to tn
mastery of every art and device b.
which The lost sense might be supplied
He had a marvellous memory and
curfously sensitive nervous organization
and he had Imogen, his loving, de
voted adopted child.
Nothing can spoil our holiday, o
our home coming" she added quickly
From first to last all has been pleas
antness.
"And you don't regret the old coun
of HEARTS r11
Il am very glad to have been her
and seen England and English peol
for myself; but my heart of hearts J
and always will be American. On, 1t
good to think that IN a fortnight NOR
we shall be under the ChiSlehurst elm
again ~
Everard and Imogen had spent a yea
wandering happily about Europe u
ge,her, sightseeing, making triendS
collecting materials for new WORK an
4 course. of lectures. and finding then
selves welcome and hOnOred eyerywher
by Everard's brethern OF the grea
craft of making.
.WIIat time do we leave this 2" E'
erard asked presently.
Not till five" Imogen replied rathe
dismally. land I've packed my las
scrap aud read you every line wort
reading in all the papers, and there
nothing left to do but sit and long fo
some fresh air after all last nights eiC
ouence till the fog rises. Ugh! how
seems to close one in and strangle one.
..Fogs after all have their limits
said EVerard. sit is possible, | believe
10 90 right through and find light an
free air beyond. Should you like |
try. am all ready"
80 am I, but stop-let me pnt
YOUR things first and start with ciea
conscience"
"You are TOO late for once, oh mos
scrupulous of guardian angels. L nav
hacked. Did il myself III fit OF ind'
pendence and consulted the chambe
maid ON the result. She says 1 haS
left nothing out and made a beautlf'
job of IT,"
.sUncle. are you tired of me?' wit
pained ring of reproach i'll her volc'
"Imogen, are you jealous of yoI
authority over me, and AFRAID OF n
ascertaining the limits of my powers
There is better work IN the world Il
YOU. my dear, than playing dog-in-
string to a blind old man and when
comes. want you to feel that thoug
Iprize your love and service beyond a
else on earth, can live without yol
my darling.'' He spoke slowly, as
watching to detect some sign OF HI
mood.
"Now get ready, in ten minutes,
you can,' he ended briskly, starting U
and making for the door. The wait.
had drawn forward side-table to ho
scme breakfast accessories, and Eve