Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1888-04-25
Tipping the Tables: Or, How Arthur
Told His Love.

They had been entertaining them
selves with tipping table. 1t was in
the days that people amused themselves
with Planchette.
Lillian" said Wilton's persuasive
voice, "come and have try before We
are called to tea"
She went as meek as an angel and
sat down by him.
"Ask something-anything mat
ter how trivial"
"WIll mother go to church to-mor-
row?" the girl asked.
The pencil moved more quickly.
''The truth" I" said Planchette.
A shout of laughter from the chill
dren.
''Planchette's cracked" said Dick.
"Of course she answers what is in ones
mind as she did to Arthur. What's
the truth got to do with mother going
to church, That answer couldn't have
been III Lil's mind"
1.-The Church-the truth, don't you
see, Dlck?" cried the children, laugh
ing.
'Be quiet-hold your tongue, Dick!''
said Wilton, with touch of sharpness.
ASK something else, Lillan."
''Oh, no; L can'tl" said the girl.
trembling. "Let me leave Off"
'Not yet. Give me the pencil-Ill
see what Planchette would like. Now,
answer before-please be more explicit.
Is Lillian to leave off?'
''Say yes," said the girl. II do want
to leave offl'
But Planchette would not be dicta-
ted to: with vigor that made her start
aside she wrote rapidly:
"Wretched, deceitful girl"
Then she stopped as If to take
breath, then wrote In series of violent
jerks, all across the paper:
Arthur"
Lillian started up, crimson and wild
eyed.
Planchette. as If delighted with what
she had done, took charge and raced
all across the table. The children
screamed, Mabel cried "Hushl'' and
Planchette, with a screech, ran over
the edge of the table and lay prone on
the floor.
That's Lilian's doing" said Wilton
to Mabel. 81 never got anything like
that. But where Is she?"
''She ran out OF the room," said
Daisy.
I'm find her." said Arthur hastily,
and was out of the room like flash.
She was in the library, with her head
buried in an armchair, weeping.
He put strong arm round Lillian
and lifted her-she did not resist, 1t is
true-and when he had done that he
did not seem to think II his duty to re-
move his arm, but drew it around her
more closely.
Then he said Lillian, darlIngl" with
apparently no meaning, for he added
nothing else.
Lillian only cried the more, with her
pretty head pressed against his coat.
'Hush, dearest-don't cryi'' whis-
pered the young man.
''Oh, how wicked l have beenl"
said Lillian, trying to leave off crying.
You're very good now, anyhow"
said he, STOPPING to kiss the tears away.
80 you have little bit of love for
me, Lilian?n
''Yes, Arthur" very meekly.
Then why did you break my heart
this morningP"
because 1 was a wretch. II al
ways cared for you"
did you, darlingp Oh, Lillian.
you'd have spared me many heartache
IL you u Dccu u1OTo lIduh- blu WOIIy
you too muchP''
NO, it wasn't you-it was the
others. They were always telling me
ought to encourage you, and that I'D
no heart to stub you as L did-and l
got so sick or 1t all 1 couldn't be sure
sometimes whether L hated you or not.
But was so miserable to-day-and
then that horrld Planchette"-
'She wasn't horrid at all. Lillian, i
want you to forgive me something"
She ventured an upward glance; she
thought she could have forgiven him
for q cold -blooded murder.
''Planchette was all my DOING" said
the culprit, with smiling impenitence.
II couldn't make you say one thing or
another, and l couldn't help fancying
you were not indifferent-and thought
it would all be in your mind-and So
Are you very angry, my LIlianp"
She looked down and colored, and
shook her head.
But as they were married at Easter,
he must have been forgiven.