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

| hlm on, and then threw him over when
the cash failed, | am weak enough to
fear that l shall forget jays wrongs in
the soft splendor of ler great brown
eyes. Through Jays long illness was
too loyal to think of its cause with any,
thing but anger. But when he got well.
and L left him so ridiculously happy
with the woman who had been Helen
Trevor's best friend, took foolishly to
dwelling on his good fortune in that the
wrong woman had Tilted HIM in time to
| give HIM to the right one.
Il call that too bad, ,"growls Dick as
We stroll through the Casino prOmen0ir,
boudoir, reading-room, ,and terrace with
/ out sighting our game-fOr of course |
mean To plunge i,l nIedidS res; ''to come
ont and have bit of healthy exercise.
They are doubtless either flirting in the
| dark corners of the hotel garden or hav-
ing goose party with Vermouth and
/ cigarettes. What a lot of heated, blousy
| fuies they look, those women in the
4 dancing-hall How sweet and kind of
| you TO come over tonight, dear Mrs
birmingham, when you must be SO tired
S-s-st, Hyacinthel Some chairs here,
near the door, SO that We may get a
breath of air -
Mrs. birmingham and her party en-
| tered; and in less time than it takes to
tell IT Miss Florence birmingham is.
with himself, added to the ''furies, ''and
whrling 10 the music in apparent con-
tent.
Adapting yourself to circumstances"
questions a low soft voice i'll my ear:
and, obliged at last to address her, |
turn and see such a beautiful illustra-
tiOn of falsity that the sight might have
driven Truth to drown herself in her
well, in despair of competition.
''HOw happens it that the fairest
Helen cOndescends to So petty a Trsyp"
drIyel over her white lingers-her fin
g rs-her fingers are cold, too, on this
hot September night
- She is slow in responding, and have
time, and muster superciliOuS cOolness,
TO look at her glossy head with its
drOOped eyelids and small scarlet mouth,
at the soft white bosom heaving under
its foamy lace, at the 1.-THE elegance of
her clearly defined figure, resting upon
slender little feet that hernamesake and
prototype might have envied. All men
are free TO gaze-and why not |, whose
heart stands still at sight of this glorious
beauty, SO fatal because it is so false2
Naturally Helen Trevor does not
wait TO answer; she turns to respond to
some commonplace of her chaperon, and
then lifts her perfect arm as if to give
me the waltz which rings out on the
night; and l have even forgotten my
Cousins existence while | float down
1.-THE blue Danube" with Helen's beau
tiful undulating form. As | give her
my arm at the conservatory door, she
says
81 wonder if you quite hate me. Do
yOuP'
The g.OrioIS waltz has not put a
sha e of color into the soft whitenesS
of her cheeks, they even look thinner
than they were last year, or at least
their oval is q shade finer; and, as she
rails her wonderful fringed eyelIds, L
see the faint violet undermining which
spe&ks of tears s--not baby-tears. like
summer showers, but the bitter drops
that come of deep pain.
''Hate you?" repeat "Well, pretty
heartily, fancy; or at least did, and
still should, if | hadn't left Jay and
Dolly so abSurdly happy that there was
no viewing it with patience. | don't
think hate is the word"
NJ IS Trevor is looking out over a
moonlIt stretch of hill and river as |
cease, but she shows no anger. As she
puts her hand on my arm for our last
turn at the waltz she shivers slightly.
Got chilly on this hot night Z" |
ask.
She looks up INTO my face with her
disclaimer on lips singularly blanched
and coloTless, while an almost defiant
light shines in her eyes.
II knew Dolly Hetherton loved Jay
jenkins, even at Cauterets last year,"
she says, with cold laugh.
Wounded friendship, tool" l an
swer, What lucky ruin his wasl"
"Bahl Don't joke with truth. And,
since you know me so thoroughly, let |
us be frank. What have you here worth |
nettingp"
Oh, to hear my beautiful darling seal |
her infamy with her own lipsl 1 think |
1t is the bitterest of all my pain.
There's fat old Prince Bortchaska,
sixty, if day, and with quite new
and original shade of purple for nose.
He comes often from the play-tables at |
Luchon to see If we have anything |
striking and CONNIE IL fd,d, as he has |
decided TO marry, i'll the hope of restrain
ing bad young Galitzin, who initiates
hin so filialy. Rather of the vulture
order this, but very golden game" |
could almost think that her lips tremble
piteously as she covers them with yell
low rose probably because L wish to
Heaven they would. ''Then there's
that Jew Noise, who stopped the play
a Monte-CarlO twice last year, and has
no end of shekels of gold and silver.
Chqclut a son gOut, but | would almost
prefer the MuscOyite.
"By the way" | go on viciOusly, 81
haven't mentioned the man In the Bath
,hair-a petroleum lord, and as rich as
5he rest-because | fancy Mdlle. Aline
Deslange, OF the GymnaSe, would allow
DO pOaching on her manor"
Take me to Mrs. Jerninghaml' in
,errupts Miss Trevor haughtily; and
DOW and obey.
At all events she is frank with me. l
wish she were not. Then we ride and
Irive, climb peaks and descend ravines,
md NJ IS Trevor seems out of spirits
lnd does not appear TO ''gO for" any
me. The cool October waneS, and
warns us to think of flight.
II say, Ted Livingstone" oawls that
lappy youth one day, as L am going
,ff, with my gun to while away the
.fternoon hours, "you'll just be getting
-ourself hanged for murder one of these
inc days. The woods are full of pic
lies aud such small dears, and You go
,opping about on the loose, as il bag
ing a brace of pretty girls was OF no
ccount.
"a propos of nothing he goes on,
Il have heard something about the
Trevor which has given NE Qualms of
onscience. I'm told that the fair Iro-
an is really hard up-cleaned out, you
now-and by some family trouble that
'lorry promised Helen not to tell, as
or mother and Helen's are ds thick as