Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-06-17

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He laughed, then turned and looked
at her. She was standing beside him
her arms resting lightly on the gate, a
smile on her lips, her eyes watching a
flock of sheep that were being driven
across the common. She was indispu-
tably very handsome, this girl whom he
had won, with patrician air about her
that made him feel proud of her; but
she certainly lacked the warm impul-
Siveness of her sister. Even his love-
like partiality did not blind him to the
fact that she was not demonstrative.
BEL" he said, putting his arm round
her and drawing her to him, ''I hate
girls who throw themselves into their
lovers arms-l hate girls with hair of
SO artful and intelligent an order that
at certain critical moments it will break
through all its legitimate fastenlngs
and roll in 'billowy waves over the
arms or shoulders of the Romeo of the
hour but"-looking fondly down on
her-''l think If you were to kiss me,
should forgive any roughness in your
| locks which the unwonted action might
OCCASION
The color rushed in crimson flood
over Bel Urmson's face as for few
moments she stood silent and notion
less before him; then, with child-like
simplicity, she put her hands upon his
shoulders and kissed him.
That night the end that Clara Lester
| had longed for, because of the reunion
| 1t would bring TO her, arrived, and the
first ray of sunshine which penetrated
her chamber window rested on her
cold calm face and death-closed eye
lids.
Bel Urmson, standing beside the bed
gazed in stony dismay on the sweet pla-
cid face, then turned in wild bewilder-
ment to Margaret and asked
"What does it mean? She can't be
-dead?"
In a confused half-unconsciGus state
Bel lived through the days which pre-
ceded the funeral, her only companion
being the Rector's wife and Margaret.
"Why do you not send for Mr.. Har-
vey?" that lady asked the old woman
on the day of Clara's death.
~ do not know where to find him
ma'am," Margaret answered. al have
been to inquire about him at The Grif-
| lin, where, you know, ma'am, he has
| been staying tins summer; but he did
not leave his address-only told them
that he should be back on Thursday
week and Miss Bel says that she doesn't
know Where he is and that she doesn't
want him."
Poor thingl 1t is very sad; but the
Rector will make further inquiries, and
perhaps he will be able to communicate
with Mr. Harvey-for he ought TO be
here" the lady said.
But the RectOr's inquiries were not
more successful than Margaret's had
been; and finally only the old doctor
and few frien Is In the village follow
ed Clara Lester TO her resting place in
Sutton Churchyard.
81 will never listen 70 any of Bells
mad projects again." was John Har-
yey's mental resolution as he stepped
out upon the platform of Sutton Station
Il havs been only a fortnight away,
and 1t seems an age since l bade her
good. bye at the gate"
A smile played on his lips at the
reminiscence as he handed his ticket to
a porter and passed out of the station.
The man looked after him in surprise.
''Ile is cool customer" he observ-
ed to a companion beside him, 'coming
back grinning like that, and Miss
Urmson IN such trouble and so Ill, poor
young LADY,"
"Ah, but he doesn't know what hap
penedl"
"How do you know that?"
"By my own sense. Wasn't the
Rector and that old woman running the
village over trying to find him to attend
the funeral? Did they find him9 No.
Did be attend the funeral? No. But
a few days after he comes back as
bIIthe as young lark. Can't you put
two and two together and find the an
swer?''
81 don't see the force of your argu-
ment," the other was commencing,
when his eloquence WAS arrested by a
touch on his arm.
The interruption came from gentle
man, a stranger TO the two porters; he
was a man above the average height. |
with weary careworn look in his eyes |
and the bronze of a foreign climate on
his face. He had followed John Har- |
yey out of the station; but, attracted
by the conversation of the two men, |
had first paused, and then returned TO |
them.
81 could not help hearing your re- !
marks" he SAID half apologetically. |
sis the lady you referred to Miss Urm-
son of Home Cottage?"
"Yes, sir, the same"
"And what has happenedp"
''She has just lost her sister, sir
Mrs Lester-died only fortnight ago"
The stranger absently repeated son |
ly a fortnight agol" and then suddenly |
reeled against the white palings of the |
station.
The men went to his assistance, sup |
porting him on either side.
''It is hard lines" he murnured-
''very hard lines," After awhile ne re-
covered himself. "rhank you; am |
better now," he said with faint smile |
81 had a sunstroke last year, and have |
been subjected to these ATTACKS ever
since; the surprise of sudden news or
the hearing of any calamity, mere
triffie will bring one on Did L say |
anything just now?"
'sOnly that it was hard lines for Miss |
Urmson, sir; and so l am sure it is"
"Yes, poor grill Do you think
hesitating a little-''she is well enough
to see an old friend?"
'sShe has only seen the Rector as yet,
sir, but you might try"
81 think will. Much obliged for
your assistance.
The porters touched their caps with
a "Tbank you, SIR" as he walked away
and then the elder one remarked
II don't know him; but he is gen.
tleman by his speech"
'Ah, and he has been ON foreign
service somewherep'
s'What foreign service?" the other
contemptuously demanded. "A man
can't hold his chin up and carry his
eyes straight but what he must be in
the army with you."