Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-09-01

morrow" said Mr.. FOxwell. "WIl
pay $50 quarterly, in advance. Leas
three to five years. Best of reference
A widow lady"
Il suppose she must have it" said tn
! squire. ,"After a house has stoo,
empty for three years l can't afford I,
stand on trivial objections. But thert
is one thing l want understood first
he must not expect me to call on her. ,
"All right, SQUIRE" said Mr.. Fox
well. carelessly.
"a red-faced virago of 40 l dom
doubt" muttered the squire to himself
"who has nagged one husband into tht
other world and is on the lookout TO
another; I'll give her wide birth"
So Mrs. Applegate arrived with i
boudour piano, mimic aviary. a poo
die, whole conservatory of plants
and established herself in Rose lodg,
without ever having looked uuoa th,
face of the landlord.
The squire had gone out one sultry
July afternoon to see about the cUttinJ
! down of some trees on the edge of Tho
swamp, when he heard little feebl,
feeble cry for help from the adjOinln;
pasture field.
'Hullo!" said the squire to himself
whats up now?"
Scrambling over the wall, the squir,
came face to face with a pretty, pale
checked girl of Is or 10, who wa.
perched halfway up the stone-fence, il
mortal terror of huge and belligerent
looking bull, who stood up IN thu
middle of the field,
The squire burst out laughing.
"You silly child" said he. "DOn'
you see that he is tethered to thu
ground. He can't get away"
She was very pretty, with curly ring:
and tendrils of silky hair, complexion
OF clear olive, anil dusky, glItterlnc
eyesI
my DEAR" said he. s'it's natural
enough. But you shouldn't be out here
alone by yourself. Tell your mother tC
take better care of you. Where do you
live?n
''At Rose lodge" she faltered.
81 will walk home with you. What
did you come out fOr-buttercups or
butterhies?" he asked, good-humoredly.
81 came out for little walk" said
she. shyly. IL don't know who you
are"
Il am Mr.. Clingly."
"The squire?"
Yes; so they call me. Why, what
is there so strange about that?" he
asked, noticing the quick change on
her face.
''I've heard of the SQUIRE" said the
drrk-eyed damsel. ''And l somehow
formed the idea that he was cross and
elderly. But you" And here she
checked herself in evident confusion.
"Well, I'm not young" said the
squire, laughing, sand l can be cross.
But you needn't be afraid, my child.
L shall not be cross with you. Would
you like to cross the high road through
my rose gardens? l assure you that
they are well worth looking at"
"Oh, indeed, l should be quite de-
lighted!" said the young lady, her dimp-
led face lighting up all of sudden.
"A pretty little creature" said the
squire, when his visitor had gone home
with both hands full of gorgeous white
and crimson blossoms. Il really think
L must call upon the Applegates. 1
never saw fairer eyes in my life, and
she has voice like fute. Yes. III
call I'll certainly call and see if there's
more needs doing to make
that rattle trap of place comfortable. "
"Well, squire" said Mr.. Foxwell,
that afternoon when he came in for his
usual chat, show do you like the
widow?"
The widOwl What widow?"
"A1rs. Applegate, to be sure.'
81 haven't seen Mrs. Applegate."
"Why, yes you havet"
"l'll thank you not to contradict
me-" the squire said, waxing choleric.
II have not seen Mrs. Applegate.
"Man aliyel" cried out the agent,
his respect in his eagerness,
''she was walking with you in the rose
garden this morning."
The squire looked surprised.
''Mrs. Applegatel Was that pretty
child Mrs. Applegate2"
Herself, and none other"
"Why, she isn't 1S."
q 81 beg your pardon, Is years and 6
She told me so herself"
"The deuce!" said the squire. "Why
what business has a widow to be so
'oung and prettyi Well, anyhow, I'm
,olng over to the lodge to call this after
loon."
He was as good as his word.
Well, any reader of the great book of
human nature can easily guess the rest.
The squire had kept himself absolutely
LIoof from feminine society so long that
he first relapse into it possessed all tl,e
est and sparkle that he imagined had
departed with his lost youth. Mrs.
ipplegate was pretty, alone, and poor.
Tine squire was rich, not bad looking,
md able to converse well. And so
when their engagement was publicly
made known in the autumn nobody was
much surprised.