Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-08-19

pathy with the tender passion myself.
but If 1t can turn reasonable man like
you INTO an old woman [ shall abjure il
altogether. live by my wits, and |
cam afford to trifie with themlr
''Chalmersl'' l say. dngrily; .'you are
a cold-blOoded-"
And, think, Trevor" he returns,
pOintedly. you are trife too hot.
blOodedl''
He goes away. The next minute ]
hear him laughing with Miss Fortescue
and Lambert kerr-at me, l daresay.
But L do not care. In the other
drawingroom | STE Evelyn still talking
TO MacPhoole. She is there: here am |,
not thirty feet away, yet an impossible
gulf divides us. Ii is like horrid night
mare,
Then | see MacPhoole leave her, and
Chalmers, miEe own familiar friend,
darts from some lurking place and, with
a liendish smile of triumph in my direc-
ton, takes his empty chair. or course
it may be my fevered fancy, but at this
moment his face appears TO me more
dlabOlical than ever mans was before,
think of Miss Standish, and cursed the
hour when | admitted my friend to
share the secrets of my bosom. Is he
telling of my egregious tOllyp She
laughs. Is he witty at my expense then?
A few hours ago my greatest chum,
and now | hate him with a deadly
hatTed-at least | think do.
Hurriedly | run over in my mind my
ancestors and my relations as far as
can remember them, but | do not re-
collect ever to have heard of anyone of
them as being insane.
Evelyn is still monopolized by Chal-
mers. In despair return to the album.
This time the fate5 are more propitious.
Opening in the middle of the book /
iignt on the portrait of Evalyn Bellairs.
This sweet mouth is not laughing at
any other mans wit. These eyes only
look straight into my own,
How long have been gazing at it |
do not know, when hear the sweetest
voice in the world say over my shoulder:
You are very interested in my
album, Mr.. Trevor what are you look
ing at?''
Ispring to my feet, and she moves
nearer to the table.
Chalmers has brought her. How |
wronged himl With the kindest pitying
smile he meets my eye, and turns away.
SAT my own portraitp' she exclaims,
looking up to me with smile.
"Doyou think" l say in a low voice,
''that L should care to look at any
other?n
She bushes and looks down. 'sHow
can l teli?" she murmurs.
am about TO utter I know not what,
when the voice of the monster is heard
through the room, that is to say, he
stands about four feet away, and speaks,
very likely, in his ordinary voice, but to
me it Is a hIdeous shrek
Evelyn" he says. LADY Burliston
wants to hear about FIdele.''
With one glance from her blue eyes
she goes.
Can she really prefer comparing notes
about those wretched little dogs to
talking TO me? Yet she seems to be very
happy with the ancient Lady Burliston.
To my thinking everything in its
place" is a very good old saying, and
Lady Burliston should have stayed at
home in her arm chair.
But if l cannot talk to Evelyn L can
look at her. Once her eyes met mine.
and then some one comes in font of her
and talks to her. Flesh and blood and
broadcloth are, alas, unpenetrable.
Here Jenkyn announces dinner, and
the ogre suddenly appears before me,
saying, Trevor will you take Miss
FoTtescue as well as Mrs. Latimer?
Lent was to have taken her in.'
Mrs. Latimer is my pet abomination,
and the ogre's voice distinctly chuckles
as he announces this disagreeable fact.
With feelings of angry repugnance |
move across the room to the simpering,
Mrs. Latimer, a prattilng
baby OF thirty. | take her and Miss
Fortes:ue to the dining room, and bear
ing In mind Chalmers kind prompting,
[ steer straight to the end of the table.
We a1e Just standing in our places,
When MsJ Fortesque says:
ssE 1t ST rely we are wrong, Mr.. Tre-
T0f? am not Lord Mac phoole and"-
o King at my card-''your card is
= W 2 TOO"
Then C:llmers was deceiving me,
. "a 1 An not to sit near her after all!
IrrOrl TO be made fool of in this
ay. The drops stand on my brow; l
vok savagely round for the traitor when
t suddenly strikes me we are on the
light hand side of the table.
Inspired with fresh hope, say, 81
lnow that we are to sit at this end; sup
Dose we try the other sidep"
And, true enough, there we find our
lames.
see, with fearful joy, that Jenkyns
las put my name at the top, and left
drs. LatImer and Miss Fortesque to sit
0gether. Calling down blessings inHu-
nerable on his powdered head, L take
dyantage of this arrangement. Thank
ieaven, l gave him sovereign the
ther night, although / owed it to my
ailOr many times over.
We are only just in time, for here
ord MacPhoole, whispering another
f his odiOUs jokes as he comes, brings
n Evelyn. She gives me little glance,
fOndly hope of pleased surprise, as she
ees me next to her
We are standing, waiting for grace,
hat vile monster says, from the other
nd of the table: "Mr Trevor, we can
Ot allow two ladies to sit together.
Viii you divide them, please?"
Imploringly do L gaze in that stern
eyes, weakly do | half reach |
Mt my hand towarl my name card as
eeble protest in self-defence, but L
nally succumb to his-inexOrable eye, |
Fortesque finds herself next
D my goddess.
The dean rushes through grace, but
e gives me time to pour my dlsappolnt-
rent tito Evelyn's eyes, and L almost
link she Is sorry teo.
On the strength of this my dropping
Drits revive, and awake 10 hear Mrs.
.atlmer asking for the salt. L pass 1t
astlly, and she seizes the occasion OF
" heads being turned toward her 20
iy:
81 suppose you have heard the latest
ews?'
ssNo I say. indlfferently; 'Soclal!