Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1884-07-16

the aid of two crooked pins and some
string, this frivolous pair amused them
selves for at least half an hour, sue
ceeding, at last, in landing one very
small minnow and crawfish.
lone of the Brawl's fine points is
its abundance of fish," said Lancelot,
sinking lazily down into the grass be-
side Echo, to rest from his labors.
"What is your chief employment in
Riverport, Miss Echo ?''
~ don't know exactly" arching her
eyebrows. 1--WE read novels, watch the
passing steamboats,, occasionally go
boating, and dawdle VERY much. That
is the sum of our daily lives. Blythe
by, our party must wonder what has
become of us, Sir Lancelot''-laughing
little as she rose, and looking over her
shoulder at the lazy figure on the clover
Hadn't We better go?"
"Stand just in that attitude for five
minutes, please" said the knight,
springing up with sudden animation
81 want to put you in a sketch-just so;
the attitude is perfection ;" and he pro-
duced his sketch book, going to work
with great energy. At last he finished
it, and she was free to change her tire
some position, as he gave his picture
few last touches, writing "Echo," in
corner where it would not be noticed.
wonder if he has it yet-the arch.
innocent face with its half wIstful, half
mocking expression, and the bright
head crowned with flower-wreathed
hat.
"We must go now," exclaimed she,
breaking the irksome silence.
''Oh not yet," pleaded Sir Lancelot,
''It is so pleasant here"
"I'm tired of staying alone" pro-
tested the wilful girl; whereupoR the
knight said, with reproachful look:
"Alone l must have been very stupid.
But Miss Tudor had her own way, as
was generally the case, regardless of any
one else's pleasure.
When they returned they found the
party grouped in various attitudes un-
der the trees. "Where have you been?"
was the question with which they were
greeted.
Skipping pebbles in the Brawl," an
swered Lancelot promptly.
intellectual amusement" sneered
the sardonic Reginald.
"Well, but we were studying the
habits of insects, such as mosquitoes and
gnats, Mr.. Browne" demonstrated
Echo, trying to look solemn. Reginald
subsided, and the graceless couple
| seated themselves under broad beech.
Presently they heard Reginald's voice
say, "And so you are a poeteSs, Miss
Lavender ?''
Yes" replied the poetess confident
tally, 81 have written poems on The
/ Death of Columbus and The Rose and
/ ily'-and-and-'Wa y"
''She must have exhausted those
| themes" commented Echo.
"What a varied genius ~ was the
knights equally unkind reply.
AS the day wore on, Echo neglected
Lancelot, flirting shamefully with Vic
tor, who was in the seventh heaven of
| dellght-a proceeding at which Lance
lot grew justly indignant, and tried TO
revenge himself, and plque Echo, by
flirting with Lucy, casting the most
tender glances, signing, ETC., all the
time secretly hoping Echo was watch
ing him; but finding that she cOolly
/ ignored his attempts, be ended by grow
/ ing extremely sulky. Meanwhile, Echo,
who was as capricious and as hard TO
catch as her namesake, was amusing
herself very pleasantly; she smiled
sweetly, and even went to the length of
giving Victor a flower tied with a knot
of blue ribbon, which he Immediately
kissed and put into his pocket.
"Oh, you silly VictorI" sighed she,
rather softly.
81 am no sillier than any other fel-
low would be under the circumstances, :"
said Victor-Echo raised her eyes, and
| for moment looked into his face, then
| dropping her long lashes, she bent her
bright head, and affected to arrange her
| flowers.
s'What en- awful 1irt that girl is p
thought Lancelot gloomily.
No man cares how much of flirt a
girl is, so long as she turns her atten-
tions to himself but 70 sooner does
she toss him smile, and cry, "Au re-
roir, monsieur !" then what says his
lordship ?-"What a shameful fiirt she
| Is ?''
When the time came for their return
home, LancelOt and Victor each begged
to be allowed to carry Miss Tudor's
basket of flowers.
(which shall choose ?" she asked,
/ looking from one to the other, in pretty
perpleyity; "You, Victor 7" giving him
| the basket with her brightest smile, re-
gardless of Sir Lancelct's tragic glance.
! The four lovers fell behind the rest, lin
gering to whisper and loiter as
only lovers know how. As the party
neared Echo's home, Victor was
obliged to tear himself away, rs Mark
Townsend 'wished to speak to him for
a moment :" so Lancelot was left to
carry the flowers. Nellie and her lover
strolled along further on, and the two
were alone at the gate.
"Good night,n she half whispered
sSir Lancelot 70 letting her hand rest
in his for moment.
81 never knew before that my name
was so pretty" he replied sentiment
aIly; s'Call me Sir Lancelot always,
will you not ?"
Certainly, if you like it" she laugh
ed. Goodnight, again
"Good-night, he responded, and as
she stood on the door step, she turned,
and seeing him still standing there,
/ flung him flower; then without walt
ing for his thanks, she ran into the
house. encountering Mrs. Tudor at the
head of the stairs.
"Who was that with you, Echo ~
she asked. =,
..Only Mr.. Verschoyle. mamma, "
Echo replied, dropping her eyes. ,
"But where is Nellie ?" inquired
mamma. -.
"Oh She and Dick walked on a lit
tie way"
Lancelot often saw Echo after this.
Nellie, who was soon to be married and
to live in pretty little house ON tie
hill. asked her sister one day II she
would not walk with her, as she was
going to see about some of the arrange
ments in her future home. Echo as
sented. but being ready sooner than
Nellie. grew impatient. and called out
from the foot of the stairs, Nell, L
can't wait any longer. I'll walk on,
and you can join me-"
every weIl-and wait for me In the
ohurchyard ~ so Echo turned her foot