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

here; I would not have had it happen
for anything"
'And wish you never had," sob
bed George. SHE has spoiled all my
summer. l told you I should hate
him."
Poor little wayward George, sobbirg
herself to sleep that night, felt indeed
that she hated this man who had come
between her and Bob, who had made
her quarrel with her brother for the
first time in her life.
A charming room in fashionable
London square, the freight sparkling
over pictures and china and every dain-
ty trIfie that money could buy OF taste
suggest. At the gipsy-table drawn up
on the hearthrug sat Mrs. Fitzroy Far
quhar, pouring out tea. Mrs. Farqu-
har was handsome woman, fair and
prosperous-looking; but at that moment
there was decidedly ill-tempered ex-
preston on her usually placid face.
''It is the most annoying thing ever
knew In my life; never was more vex-
ed. Just fancy-how dreadful if we were
all to take It'll Smallpox too-such a
frightful thing-I am so afraid of itl''
Miss Farquhar shuddered as she lis
tened to her mother, and glanced up at
the young man standing on the hearth
rug. The five years that had passed
had worked wonderful changein Will
Dymock. He carried himself erect,
his lanky figure had filed out, and, with
bis great height and his broad shoulders
and keen clever face, he was man one
could not pass unnoticed.
''Just think of the children, Doctor
Dymockl What am L to do if they
catch tiff she has left the infection
with them?"
''Oh, We'll hope not! How long has
she been with you2"
''Since Wednesday. On Friday she
complained of not feeling well. Doe-
tor Brown happened 10 be here at the
time; and. when he said it was small
pox, packed her off at once to the
hospital. Of course l am ready to pay
any reasonable expenses; but 1 really
could not have her here. II is dread
fully annoying.
We'll, mamma, It is not poor Miss
Jeffrey's fault; l don't suppose she
would have had if she could have help
ed it,
Miss jeffrey, did you say?" There
was an eager look iii Doctor Dymock'5
face as he leaned forward in the fire.
light.
Justine Farquhar looked at him Gu
riously.
''Yes. Do you know herPn she
asked.
"a man named Jeffrey was the great
est friend ever had.n returned the
doctor quietly. ''It might be sister
of his"
.'She is nlce-looking girl, with fair
hair, went on Ju tine. SIT seems
dreadful; does it not? OF course it Will
make fright of her,"
VIII was a rich man now, much re-
spected, welcomed every where. Thers
was hardly mother who would not
have been well content to give her
daughter TO him; but he had never given
a thought TO any one. Until my dy.
ing d=y, ''she had sworn i've seals be-
fore, as he put a red rose into his pocket
book; and now, though the rose was
faded, the memory of the dear old days
was as fresh as ever in wills heart.
He had lost sight of the Jsffreys for
years; Bob had never asked him down
to Morne again-indeed VIII would
not have gone had he been asked. Then
three years back, Doctor Jeffrey had
died suddenly, and Bob, soon after that
had gone as a ships surgeon to Austria
la. Doctor DymOck had never heard
what had become of George. 1t was
dreadful to him to think of her being
compelled to act as governeSS, to think
of her sick and ailing in hospital
ward-dainty, pretty little George! AS
be strobe away down the street in the
wintry dusk, a sudden thought came to
the young man which brought the color
into his cheeks, the light to his eyes.
The convalascent ward Of an hoSpi-
tai. A girl sitting in deep arm chair
by the fire. her head laid wearily back
against the pillows, her eyes closed; in
tense WEAKNESS and detection IN every
line of the slim figure.
''You are getting strong Gow, Miss
Jeffrey; we shall have you out in no
time" SAID the nurse.
The girl opened her eyes as the wo-
man spoke. All her pretty color was
gone, the freshness of her sweet young
beauty faded.
"Now don't you be down-hearted,
miss" nurse Robins went on cheerily.
The good woman had daughters or her
own, and her motherly heart ached for
this girl who seemed so friendless.
"Take my word for it, Miss Jeffrey,
there's good days in store for you yet"
But George sighed wearily; she did
not believe in any good days in store
for her.
AS the nurse hurried away to get tea,
George, sitting there in the gathering
dusk, with sad weary eyes fixed on the
fire, went back over all the story of her
life. How happy she had been at
Morne, though she had not known it
though she had even grumbled at
shabby gowns, at want of pocket money
at the dlllneSs and quietneSS of her lifel
The tears came into the girl's eyes as
she thought of her dead fathers love
and pride in her. of Bob, dear old Bob,
who was SO far away. And then Geor-
GEES thoughts wandered to Kind ugly
face, to true gray eyes looking into
hers. II shall never forget you until
my dying day." he had said; but he had
was like the rest
Poor George! She looked a woeful
picture as she sat there, with her hol-
low mournful eyes, the tears coursiDg
down her thin cheeks.
The door suddenly opened and closed
again; it was nurse Robins with the tea,
George thought. She did not look
round; but she tried furitively to brush
away the tears.
"Mlss JeffreyP' Had avoice from the
dead sounded beside her, George could
not have been mure startled; and yet
had she not been thinking of him just
now? 81 have startled you," Will Dy
mock went On, gently taking the vast
ed little white hand into his big brown
one. Nurse Robins and L are great
friends; she gave me leave to come in
and see you. l heard some time ago,
at Mrs. Farquhar's, that you were ILL.,"
sit is very good of you to come and
see me-" George responded. She was