Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-09-29
JUST LIKE ARGENTINA.

JUSI LINE ARGENIlNA.
"Herolnes are always gliding and
hiding, ~ Nelly Fairfield thought, laying
down the three volumes of "a Dead
Mystery" She had read Lady Damp
sticks DOOM" and "Lurid Light
nIpgs,'' and Green Gray Eyes" and
"The One-Legged WITCH" three vol
umes each, of the most blood .curdling
description that the village library
could supply.
Nelly'S taste in romance was not oi
the highest. She liked to have her
blood curdled. And as the four weeks
Of her country visit had been lnces-
sanity wet she had trotted her young
friend and hostess, Mary Marsh, in the
pony-tTap every second day to the vii
lage library in search of the weird and
mysterious. At the end of her months
visit to Darkleigh Court, Nelly's fair
and curly little head was bewildered by
three puzZlIng discoveries-that Hubert
Marsh, Mary's obiiglng brother, and
the heir of this grand old place, was
desperately in love with her insignifi-
cant little self; that the country was a
compound Of gray sky, rain and mud,
whatever the poets said to the contrary
and the especially Argentina,
the last herolne-could cry without
spoiling their violet eyes and their
pretty little noses, and that they had
'sabit o. gliding and hiding. Argentina
often did; and Nelly was heszinning 70
TeeI Just Ike Argentina since the heir
.s D,rl-laf0I, Earrt haI hannp n do
her chivalrous service from morning
til night to win word or smile.
"Hubert is like Lord Lockwood in
4 Dead Mystery" she told Mary
Marsh, as they went down arm-in-arm,
ready 10 see new guest at dinner-a
ereat event In a weather-bound coun-
Try house.
HE has black hair and eyebrows,
and there the likeness ends" said de-
mure Miss Mary, with smile. 1--WE
don't want Uubert to be a forger, or a
highwayman, or corsair, or whatever
i was-not Ike Lord Lockwood
thank you."
"But | do like a man to have some
thing mysterious-something grand-as
Il be we're able to-
"To slay somebody" knitted Mary.
THAT would be romantic and out OF
the common"
''0h, no." said Nelly helplessly; ''but
lcan't explain. Hubert looks adven-
turous. He might have been a cour-
tier in the olden times, and helped In
secret councils, and"
''Planned the smotherlng of princes,
and all that" laughed Mary. Poor
Hubertl | did not know what bad
opinion you had of him, Nelly"
Nelly drew away her arm, and tried
desperately to explain, but they had
reached the last step of the stairs. and
the new guest was taking OF his coat
In the hall.
He was a big-eyed, blg-mustached,
bury man, with sort of cousinly like
ness 10 bulldog. He was afterwards
introduced as ''our friend Gobblecock,
who has come from London to spend a
asy or two with Hubert"
There was also at dinner that day a
neighbor Of Darkleigh Court-a hand
some young fellow, Sir Harry Give
who took the world easily. His chief
Hstime was twirlIng the ends Of his
nustache, and his only troubles In life
were laying foundation stones and
gracing the platform at pu lie meet
ngs. His occupations ranged from
AER-tennis In summer to sleighing In
winter, and driving four-in-hand.
He called Miss Marsh MARY" and she
called him Harry" they had known
each other since he painted new COM
pexlons on her dolls in his Eaton holi-
osys, and since her baby hands stitched
lhe calico that sailed his ship. Now,
shen boys and girls begin as playmates,
ney often only end as friends; new
iaces and new ways have some day
mysterious attraction that the too well
Lnown face had not. Sir Harry Give
5000 by the window that night, curl
ne bis mustache on his finger, and
sDloying Nelly'S chatter with little
hooln Marsh, on her theory of Blue
oeaTd having possibly been the wicked
uncle" mentioned in the BABES in the
de couldn't haze been their uncle"
ma The small boy, because there were
lever any babes in reality; and it's all
'oh, yes, there were babes-there
were: 1t Is positive fact" said Nelly,
Iuiy enough. The little boy looked
peWLdered, and Sir Harry burst into a
.augn, and watched the pretty girl as
steadily as little Robin did.
hubert Marsh disappeared from the
group at the window. He was after
nald seen in the garden, kicking the
save aud smoking cigar. Poor l.
s' n! There are big boys that sulk In
'u,s Qpside-down world of ours.
~, lou darling little mite! You don't
0eiieVe In Bluebeard, either. Wait till |
;ou meet him some dayl" said Mary,
seuure and diligent, looking round |
"on her lace work.
81, master Robin looked straight across |
&c room at big Mr.. Gobblec0ck. 1t |
- q look of inquiry; he had bis
~, LUCKILY the friend from London was |
issIrne % turned that way. He had made .
'uSand apologies, saying he would