Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-08-19
has always been a nasty selr-willed

has always been nasty selr-willed
thing"
Pull and push as you like, sweet Eve
lyn, it will not shut, for a cunning
stratagem has come into my head.
There was cord hanging down from
the window above, and | have thrown
it over the handle. and the end hold
In my hand, while a wicked smile
adorns my face.
II think l must leave it," says Eve
lyn, prettily painting. Ny heart sinks
All my subtle planning i'm vainI And
my hands are smarting horribly with
that vile cord.
but the night air will kill the fiow-
ers," says Miss Fortescue, with a
shiver; lit is gradually shlveling me
up"
Heaven bless heri May she never
| shrivell
$50 1t will" says Evelyn, "but you
are 50 cold, dear. Go in and / will try
once more, for hate giving things up,
and then L will COME"
l almost chuckle.
Evelyn pulls with all her might.
pull with nearly all mine until | hear
the drawing room door close behind
Miss Fotescue. Suddenly she finds the
| door yield to her endeavors and shuts
with bang.
Then she sees man among the dark
plants. With a little surprised scream
she moves toward the other door, For
getful of the fright it must cause her
and everything else but my great love
and my fear of losing her, L spring out
and seize her hand.
As she catches sight of my passionate,
flushed face | see distinctly in her eve
that she still believes me under the in
fuence of wine. She grows white with
terror, trembles and would fall, but
that L catch her in my arms.
Dumb with horror. l carry her life
less form INTO the little room and lay
her IN chair. She is as white as death.
Her pulse does not beat.
have killed her. tell myself. as l
chafe her hands. Then | pace wildly
to and fro across the room. Why did L
not rush from the house, regardless of
everything and everybody, rather than
sit down with thirteen2
dare not summon help. | will go
out by the garden way and put an end
to my wretched existence in the river
But l must take leave of my lady
first. | kneel by her side and take her
cold hand in mine. l press my lips to
it. JOyl she moves; faint color comes
into her cheeks. My late suicidal inten-
tinns are all forgotten. j watch breath
lessly for more signs OF hope.- Then it
dawns on me that she has only tainted.
| have never seen any one faint before.
My spirits rise to height proportionate
TO the depths where they brooded be-
for.
She opens her eyes and meets mine
full Of love and joy.
"Mr. Trevor?" she says in faint
voice of wonder, not remembering any,
thing; then L know. as surely as Though
it were passing in my own mind, that
the recollections of the past few min
u tes 10 coming back to her, and sine
shrinks away from me.
But the touch of her hand. as hold it
In mine, sends thrill through me, and
gives me new strength.
She trembles and seems afraid of me,
and do not wonder, if my face express
ses all feel.
"No, Evelyn" 1 say, answering her
thought, forgetting how strange her
name must sound from my lips, 81 have
net taken too much wine"
''It was only for one moment" !" she
says, shyly blushing, and now she no
longer attempts to withdraw her hand. |
Evelyn" 1 say again, passionately,
still kneeling by her side and looking |
up into her deep blue eyes-"Evelyn,
do you love MacPhooleS"
She smiles, she looks at the floor, the |
walls, anything, and at last at me.
Place otGr DANES" she says kindly" I |
L want to ask you question. What |
has been the matter with you to night?"
81 was mad" | say, feeling poor and |
shamefaced under her clear gaze, mad
with jealousy and love, because, Eve
lyn, no man ever loved before as love
you 7" She does not frown; she does
not draw away her hand. ''And l was
so mad that | lost all control over my
brain, and my head grew full of wild
fancies. They told me that when there
are thirteen at dinner the first to get up
dies within year, and bIooded and
brooded on this till believed it was my
sacred privilege to give my life FOR yours
by insisting on being the first to RISE"
She gently lays her hand on mine,
which tightly clasps her other. This
sweet action so bewilders me that |
hardly know how to get through the
next words. "And it was not till had
got up that saw what fool I
was.'
''Poor-Jack,' she murmers softly.
And you don't love MacPhoole?"
ask, hardly knowing what to say.
perhaps there is something in it"
she says, shyly, with the prettiest
hesitation in the world, quite disregard
ing my question, cliff" here she Cnly
whispers, quite close to my ear, ''if ever
| should become-Evelyn Trevor. Eve
lyn BelIairs would-be dead, wouldn't
she?n
cannot speak. rise and kiss her
on the lips.