Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-05-20
FOR LOVE or MAGGIE LORTON.

81 sal. 20 into the garden," says
usrrie. rising abruptly; will You
eamr, penniSt
Tru this invitation. which, though
,.I.y.ra8 somewhat in the tone of a
e7rrr5rd. Is accompanied by glance
II ff- hut-gray eyes most men find
Ig1j Ia r.-,Is,. Dennis Lynne steps after
Vsyfie through the low French WIN
i5G.
.pen.is. ' cries MIS-. Lorton, waking
f-ar rhf iroNSy peTuSal of a Ihree-vol-
rms novel, tell Maggie To put on a
Fs-f she Is going into the sunl | de-
clare that tIi.d-"
E.f beams has turned into the side
YAK and hears no more.
.Mrs. I1rlog says you are to put on
sour hat. "
"WeH. YOU 90 and get it for me. Den
Uis-tHerr'Sa % good fellow"
Maggie Is leaning over the low wall
5rsamiy watching the river glide past,
wien Dennis returns. The sun is dis
covering CLEANS Of gold among the coils
af her uu,-urOwu halg and throwing
wayrriur shadows across her white
dress. As the faint breeze Stirs the leaves
in the trees above her.
How cool the river looks on this hot
evening. remarks Maggie, as she ties
hrT hat-StrIuEs.
~Shau ] get out the boat? We can
keep ua tins side, IN the shade. VIII
VOL come Mss LgrtOn?" asks Dennis
eagerly.
A few minutes later the smooth face
Of the water reh cts, besides the trees,
a tiuy boat In which are seated youth
and maiden The eyes of the youth
arr agow with a light warmer than
that ui mere friendship.
"For what POINT shall steer, Dennis
the old OAK at the bend theTe?" asks
Maggie, adjusting the tiller ropes and
settling herself among the cushions.
''Oh, il doesn't matter in the least
just steer where you likei' says infat-
usted Dennis
"IeS, Il does matter. You were quite
oTOsS with Herbert Benson the other
day You SAID he ought to fix upon
sOue point ahead, and keep the bow of
the boat in line with it."
THAT was quite different. Herbert's
afoOi. You are managing splendidly,
Mis-, Lorton."
"Hhich shows how much you know
SbOu It; Tor haven't moved the rud-
der Al inch yetl'' laughs Maggie. ''l
Am waiting for orders. And don't de
pend on me too much. for | always fol-
get, and. in cases Of emergency. pull
the wTOnE side"
On they iiOat through the evening sun
shine, taking lightly sometimes, and
sometimes silent. A look of supreme
content is on Maggie's face, as, holding
the tiiler hopes loosely in her hands, she
leans idly hack, dividing her attention
between the dip of the scullS beneath
the CLASSY waters and the trees and
flowers upon ihe river banks, the tall
PUSHES and broad leaves of the water
lilies. Birds are singing evening songs,
and from among the clustering sedges
come the melancholy tweat-tweat of the
eOOt and the hoarSe croak of the frog.
With apparently little or no exertlon
bruad-cheSted Dennis wields the sculls,
leaSimg his soul the while with gazing
upon the face Of his companion.
Suddenly they turn a bend IN the
nyer; and, TO-, the western sky is before
them, with the great red sun hanging
low upo the horizon. Landscape and
nyerarr hdthed IN the warm ruddy glow.
How heautifull' exclaims Maggie,
s.oopng TO dabb,e her white hand in
the crimSoned tide. dennis, I'm a
ialry queen sailing on TO my palace of
gold there, 80 she says, pointing towards
the sunset.
And what am r" asks Dennis.
Am the king?n
King; Oh, dear, mol You're only
S.ayc-a piNy that 1 graciously allow
70 lrrfy my royal bark across this river
ol bqWd gold that flows before my gates
oi tolaZ yonder. There is no king, of
Course.
Then l llatly refuse to be a slave;
and won't be pixy either. whatever
nat may be, says Dennis, unshipping
llS sc.l.s. Your highness must sum-
mon some other miniOn to row you to |
Your palace ="
We'll, but you can't be king. Who |
ever heard Of a fairy kIng?'' laughs |
Aagsir. flashing a saucy glance from
oelitaih the rim of her shady hat.
Here We stop until your majesty |
makes NE une;" and Dennis folds his |
arms, and tries to look obstinate.
Don't he foolish, DennlSi Take the |
Sc1lis, and let us get back; they'll lie |
wondering what has become of us.
Zone, he a good boy"
I'm not boy" rejoins Dennis. 81
@'ii as Old rs You are.n
But girls Of nineteen are years older |
ui"h boys of that age; any one will tell |
You that, y SAYS Maggie loftlly.
1 dnu't care; I'm not a boyl" reiter- |
=, as Dennis, rising hastily, wheTeup0n
Maggie screams
-l"l'Ii upset the bOatl"
Hvei.eSS of the frailty of the little /
cIdii, he seats himself beside her in the
S'ern- There IS flush upon his hand
>, some Young face deeper than that cast |
ueie 10y the setting sun as he says
have often wished 10 tell you that 1
wont he called a boy. l won't 5e
IalIonzed any longer, Maggie. You
i,1 need not look like that will call you
Naggie;' you call me Dennis. ,"
Denusl'' IS all that Maggie can ex-
0idiln IN her surprise.
oometlmes YOU are kind and gentle, |
anu fancy you care for me. Then you
"'e cold and worse than Indifferent, and |
and You treat me like child. Mag
s'e' 'ell me-dO you love me?'
Love youF' echoes Maggie.
- iooL Dennis! His lips are quivering |
Painfully.
T., Say that you do-say that you do a
,.Ge nttie. An, Maggie darling, L love you
Sltii all my heart and soul and strength
,,ay tlat you care for me just little,
% ttdsgie. " He tries to take possession
6l, - her hand, but Maggie has recovered
herself now.
Dennis, you forget-and you pre-
aSSuie, aS l think Is this how you repay
AL u! fathers kindness?n