Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-07-14

there is no one at home to receive him.
why didn't you go with him, midget?
You did want to, eh? I'll wager that is
the reason for those red eyes. Well,
bathe your eyes and wash your face,
and you shall follow them with me and
Dicks
''But aunt, / have nothing in the
world to wear" cried Hester, and then
she blushed as the dark eyes of the
young man seemed to pity her poverty.
Aye, aye! They are all dressed out,
I'll warrant, the dolls, and John How
ards child is left penniless. Wen set
that all straight, Hester; I've just come
from my country home on purpose.
lGuil go home with me in a day or two;
but inthe meantime, Dick, make them
take off that largest trunk and carry it
up TO the room that l always have when
| an here; and YOU come with me, Hes
ter. Luckily we are both of a size, SO
that / can soon turn you out in proper
style. No wardrobe or jewels for my
niece, eh? Wen see about that, Madam
Howard later on.''
Mr.. Huntington could scarcely be-
lieve his own eyes, when young Hester
returned to the drawing-room twenty
minutes later,
In place of the pretty girl whom he
had taken for servant he saw radi-
ant young princess, moving majestically
in silken robes. a velvet bodice with
costly frills, 4 silver-gray silk skirt, 4
blue opera cloak, white kid gloves on
the small hands, and the most charming
of French satin boots on the tiny feet
the golden hair waving and curling be-
meath the hood OF the cloak, the blue
eyes meeting his enraptured glance, only
to fall bashfully beneath it the next in
stant-the bright, sunshiny face that
had been so sad on his arrival-it was
all dream of bliss, Tor which the good
fairy beside them made allowance in her
own odd way.
''Yes, l know-youth and happiness
and love ut first sight, you romantic
little idiotSl Go on to the carriage, If
We are ever to see anything of ''Lur-
line.'n
The carriage and the hOrs& were Miss
HeSter's, and they seemed to fly, 50 soon
W 40 liit
Mamma, where can Mr.. Hunting
ton be?'' whispered Julia Howard as
the second act began. II was told that
h would certainly be here, and | SO
wished him to see this particular toilet
of mine. First impressions are so-why,
there he is, mamma! In that box near
est the stage TO the right. An elderly
lady in gray satin is with him, and the
prettieSt fairy in gray silk and velvet
his sister, L suppose. She is not at all
like him, however, and-oh, mamma!
mammal 1t is certainly Aunt Hester
Howard and that detestable little wretch
of q Hester, all dres ed out in that alb
surd fashion. What will you do, man,
ma?'
Mrs. Howard dared not utter the an
swer that rose TO her lips.
Opera glasses We're constantly turned
TO that box and whispers of admiration
reached her from leaders OF the ton.
$50 fresh, so lovely, sc childlike, " the
whispering chorus ran.
Mrs. Howard was called a woman of
-t',s wssrld, and never had she more fully
proved her claim TO the title than now,
as she famed herself languidly and ac-
knowledged the new debutante rs her
''dear little Hester"
No one read the secret of tho rage
that nearly suffocated her, and even
Hester was deceived and believed her
self to be loved after all, when one year
later her stepmother and her stepSisters
kissed and wept over her as Richard
Huntington, her happy bridegroom,
took her from their arms and put her
into the carriage that was to bear them
for the honeymoon to the sweet seclu-
sion of MY Rest