Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-05-13

true that Helen Trevor is pinchea witt
povertyp Why did she not take Jay
with his still remaining thousand
yearp AT least she could have mad
her mother comfortable. There | g,
again, always theorizing as if she wer
the woman | wish to Heaven she NIGH
be! | sight waving twlg in the dis
tance, and pick up my gun and cut j
III two; but smothered squeak from
among the bushes lower down tells M
that | have alarmed some one, and go
hat in hand, to offer excuses.
"Didatre, if | had shot herl" | gasp
as Helen Trevor tr es to escape withou
speaking; but fringe of her big sill
shawl-rug catches branch, some evil
disposed briars hold her fast.
did frighten you, really2' | STAN
mer. trying To help her.
mot in the least. | was only star
tied, thinking myself alone," she an
Swers, keeping her face turned from me
and draggingeat her captors with shak
ing hands which belied her assertion.
Don't tear the pretty things, (" beg
seeking for conversation; but she sud
denly sinks down in lovely heap, and
hiding her beautiful face in her hands
weeps ''like a Madeleine. " "For Heav.
ems sake, Miss Trevor, tell me what
troubles yOul Can man-can a sin.
cere friend be of any service to you?''
But she goes on weeping, the great
tears drench her tiny lace handkerchief.
aud stream through her fingers. Then
she ceases as suddenly as she began,
and, looking up at me with her eyes
still full of tears, she laughs out, but a
little Historically
''HOw dare you look at me weeping
Will never forgive you. If l could
but do the ID ana business, and turn you
iuto an unthinking as well as speechless
ceJl"
But | am still your serf," | answer,
trying to adapt myself to her humor,
land of course should not dare to d.
what you forbid"
By this time she is standing, with a
very April face, holding out her little
drenched handkerchief ruefully to me.
hasten to supply her with one of my
own more servlceable mOuchOirs, with
which she dries her lovely eyes. Then
she dips her fingers in the stream, and
washes her face, and finally says
"Will dop"
"You look like lilies after rain, re-
ply, equal to the occasion.
''NOw don't dare look sorry for me. -
she commands, tears trembling in her
voice. ''or I'll do it again. Pm one of
the naughty children who cry when they
are pitied."
"But, Miss Trevor" urge, as she
is evidently going off without another
word, s'please take me so far into your
confidence as to let me be of service to
you. Tell me how can serve you, and
you'll do an idle fellow good turn"
With genuine surprise she turns and
looks back at me.
do you know what you say? Do
you really mean it?" she asks. in kind
of breathless way.
"Listen," reply, taking her hand
almost roughly i'll my enforced self con-
troll. 81 suppose l know you thoroughly
and you know tina it Is so-but, if a
genuine friendship can be of use to You,
now or in the future, accept it at my
hands, in Heavens name. Promisel'
She is gazing eagerly in my face, and
her lovely lips quiyer as if she would
speak; but all at once the light goes out
of her eyes. She withdraws her hand,
and, giving me cold salutation, she
turns again and leaves me.
| sit some time, my head giddy with
foolish thoughts. If L marry her. can
4 +aaal, har - lava mo n aftarwarISS Dara
| do this? Dare bring such creature
home to my mothers arms as her only
| almost feel the courage to
do it, to open my heart to the sweet old
mater, and beg her to help me to win
this glorious creature, to show her the
beauty of a noble life, and the happiness
Of home. l will write tonight to the
will help me.
Next day. when the letters are dis
l announce my departure for
he morrow, and every one says the
usual civil things except Miss Trevor.
News from your mother?" asks Mrs.
Jerni ngham.
"a long letter, and she is plunged in
he depths of dark despair, as Doctor
Watts would say because her jolly little
the fair Pilkington, has de-
,ided to enter the Church-Or, rather to
marry the curate. How to replace the
gentle Pill is rending the maternal
JOSom.n
s'That nice blonde creature, who was
IS good AS she was witty, and had such
taste in breakfast-caps? Such CON-
,anionable bodies don't grow on every
~ sh, E" says the good birmingham mere.
'Why did she let her marry?"
"PrObably it is her own matchmaking
hat mater bewails. She is always in
riguing to throw her nice creatures i'll
he way of infiammable curates; and
when they are happy she gets time to
her own deS0latlon. You
lon't know of an epitome of all the vir-
ues, with good looks, good taste, and a
eady wit, who is going a-begging for
hree hund: ed or so a year and unlim-
ted spelling at the hands of one of the
weetest of old ladiesp"
81 know such a nice old thing, who
vas Florry's finishing governess-but
hen she's deadly pioIs, and she snuffs."
81 beg your pardon, but how can you
make such a suggestion? The mater
you'd sneeze her dear old head Off-and
he must have something agreeable TO |
,ok at, now she is too lazy to visit |
luch. Pill is not beauty, but she is
ather pretty, and as good as gold.
'hink again."
81 believe l can find what you require;
will think 1t over, and write to your
lother before the Pilkington's exodus /
axes place"
But | do not depart the next day, nor
1r many a day. Dick gets perfectly
nbearable with his slangy insinuations,
,r he is deprived of his beloved through
liss Trevor's severe lllness-a nervous
,ver. they say-and he revenges him
IF on me.
Not going up to Pau?" he says, in
retended surprise. "Why, Milly Whit
ian is there, and the Hethertons; and
ne beauty is an awfully stunning frieni
cousin of Miss Dolly's, which would
lsure you no end of innings"
Pau is detestable so early in the sea-
m. with tourists and roaring lions of
lat SORT" answer laZily.
What dear little reasons the nice