Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-12-02

"Well, so long as you are happy its
all right. By Jove, l don't know how
any one can like town better than coun-
try! A hot summer day, nothing to
do, plenty of Strawberries and cream
that's the life for me!''
THAT Is because you are so lazy. 1t
is very nice here" George said, with
little sigh; "but like town best"
"You do, do you?"-and Will Dy-
mock frightened UP. $50 do I, to live
i'm
Much you know about it!' cried
Bob, with a laugh. "Georgie likes
staring in at the shop-windows and
that sort of thing. How would you
Ike to live where Dymock does almost
all the year round" he demanded-'.in
the very heart of the city, shaving away
in dirty, filthy slums? You think
father hard-worked here; Wits work
Is something different, can tell you "
81 don't know: but think, if l were
q man, should like it. L think there
must be something grand in a life like
that, Georgle returned, a graver ex-
| preston than usual on her pretty face.
/ VIII Dymock's sallow cheeks flushed
Z % tA1EnN eyes.
Bob laughed Scornfully.
/ Grand! OF course it's grand; but it
would not suit you, young woman,"
he said, with brotherly candor. "You
would soon wish TO be back again
amongst your Strawberries"
Perhaps so," admitted George
1 She was half ashamed of herself for
/ her momentary outburst Of enthusiasm
and she was wholly angry with Bob
for thinking her not fit for such life.
! 1t was Will Dymock's last day,
pouring wet evening. Doctor Jeffrey
had been called out early in the even
| ing, and had taken Bob with him.
George was gazing disconsolately out
of the rose-wreathed Grawing-room
window, VIII Dymock, looking taller
and lanker than ever. standing beside
/ her
Row glad you will be to be back
again in townl" said George.
"Shall II" There was an odd sound
in the young mans voice. al think he
added aftera moments pause, sit would
have been a good thing for me if had
never come at all"
George looked up into his plain sal
low face. which was now flushed.
81 know you will think me fool Miss
Jeffrey-perhaps you will laugh at me
for my pains-but 1 can't help 1t. l
love yon so much, cannot keep silence
any longer. l cannot go back without
knowing something for certain"
George Redeemed furlously, then the
lovely color faded, leaving her pale and
agitated. She was frightened, surpris-
ed. She thought she was angry.
"The very first moment saw you
standing out there under the tree l
loved you," went on VIII Dymock
dTeamily. II don't care how long /
wait. If you will only tell me that at
some future time you could care for
me little, you will make me the hap
piest fellow in England. Do you think
you could?"
"Oh, no, nor' cried George. 81 am
sure L could nOt.'
Never? Not if 1 waiLed?"
Never: am sure Of It."
There was few moments silence in
the room, and it seemed to George
that she )uld hear the beating of her
heart above the pattering Of the rain.
'Ah, well, l ought to have known
better! | know / am not the kind of
fellow ladies like. L heard what you
said to your brother the night L came.
could not help it was up stairs"
"Ahy'-and the red color flushed
again into GeoTgie'S face. 81 am so
sOrryi 1 wanted TO ask you - You will
forgive me for tbat?"
''It was nothing" he replied sadly;
lit was only the truth, but it ought to
have been lesson to me- 1 ought to
have known that you could not care
for any one like me. Your brother
would have been pleased, think-nOt
that that is reason"
''Of course not," George promptly
agreed.
"He has so often spoken to me of his
sister,
And to me of you," said the girl,
her courage coming back to her.
Miss Jeffrey, will you forgive me if
ask again? You are very young; per-
haps You are not quite sure. Do you
think you could never"
George looked up at him earnestly.
''I am sure, quite sure, that could
never love you," she replied.
''rhen there is nothing more to be
said, :" he remarked dolefully. ''except
this, that l shall never care for another
woman, that as l love you now so shall
l love you to my dying day. That can
not hurt you; you cannot be angry
about that"
Il am very sorry," the girl faltered.
"You caunot help it, suppose. Still
if you are sorry, and if 1t is not too
much to ask, will you give me that rose
from your dresS?n
And Sd it was all over and there was
no more to be said.
Doctor Jeffrey and Bob came in wet
and hungry, and full of loud lamenta-
tions at their guests departure.
"You must run down at Christmas /
Dymock; you have quite frightened us
up" said the doctor.
81 am afraid 1 cannot run down at /
Christmas" Willanswered, in his grave 4
quiet way: while George sat silent be- |
hind her tea-tray, with down.cast love- |
Iy eyes and cheeks as red as the rose in
Will Dymock's pocket.
s'That idiot Sandilands is home" re-
marked Bob. 81 saw him at sthe win |
dow as we came through the town."
Will Dymock, raising his eyesat that
moment, saw a sudden light come into |
Georges face.
$50 that was the cause of her refu- |
sall'' the poor fellow thought.
~ suppose we shall have 'im up at |
breakfast-time Tomorrow" aaid the |
doctor Grossly. ''He seems to think |
this his home when lie is down here"
r
''Georgie, it is not possible, IS it, that |
you have refused VIII Dymock?"
Bob burst into his sisters room the /
next morning on his return from see
ing Will off to the train. George, who |
had been sitting over her work with |
rather pale cheeks, assumed the defen-
sive at once. What business had he to |
complain of her? What affair was it OF /
Bob's?
s.Why should | not refuse him if l 1