Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1889-01-30

Iark-eyed Young woman who was SIT Q
ing In a prettily furnished cupboard, 1
allied by courtesy a room, IN preten- .
lous looking fat, in one or the streets 8
near Central Park. The fiat belonged !
o Harold Proudfoot, city editor or the
Daily Chronicle, and the pretty young G
woman was his sister. Helen, gener- q
Ally called "Nell'' by her intimates,
among whom Paul was certainly In
.luded. Harold had been his most I
intimate friend at college. and the Inti-
macy had been kept up as such inti-
macies rarely are, so that when Helen
came to New York to keep house for ;
her brother. the first visitor 10 the
little fat Harold furnished as their
New York home, was Paul Harley.
His visits had been repeated until the
intimacy between him and his sisters
friend had gradu been replaced by
a warmer feeling, which needed but
word, or even a look, on either side to
expand into an avowed affection. Har-
old had watched with an amused inter-
est and pleasure the little comedy
played for SO many months by his Sis
ter and his friend, and as he clearly
foresaw the outcome, he looked on Paul
already as q brother-in-law In esse as
well as in posse Old Austin, too, In
lis RTln WAY, Ndo "CAA AhSAAAASN - 1
so confirmed misogynist could be,
towards the match, for though he had |
scarcely interchanged half dozen sem |
tences with Helen, her brother, owing |
to his latent fondness for the science OF
mechanics, which had led him to take
a genuine interest IN old Warren'5
more or less ingenious devices, and had
incidentally exposed him to the 1ntllc-
tion of many proxy lecture, which he
bore passing well, was prime faVorite
with the old bachelor. So, altogether,
these four people made well assorted,
and, as the world goes, friendly quar-
tette, for though, rs was now the case,
Paul and his uncle had an occasional
war of words, it had never gone farther
than a day or two's sulks on both sides,
| followed by a mutual determination to
forgive and forget 1t Is not to be
wondered at, therefore, that In Paul's
somnolent thoughts the loss OF his ring
occupied almost as important place
as his quarrel with his uncle, and that
neither one nor the other op'raueu
itself into his dreams.
Hewas awakened, in what seemed to
him a few moments, until his eyes
were fairly opened, and he saw daylight
was paling the yellow rays OF his still
burning Students lamp, by his uncle'5
old servant and factotum, Isaac, who
shook him violently by the shoulder,
CRYING. Get up, Mr.. Paul, get up, and
come down stairs. Something drefile'5
happened to master!
The old mans evident agitation as
much as the import of his cry reused
Paul into instant action, and slipping
his feet into a paIr of slippers, and
throwing a dressing-gown around him,
he ran down stairs ahead or the putler
with an acute feeling OF apprehension
which made him catch his breath as
though he had stepped INTO an lce-cold
bath. Isaac followed, wringing his
hands In a helpless way, while the
telrs coursei down his furrowed
} cheeks. The room into which be fol-
/ lowed his young master was that on the
r second floor, from whose keyhole Paul
; had noticed the ray OF light streaming
5 when he went up to bed, not half
e dozen hours before. 1t was large
E SQUARE apartment, whose two tall wln-
b 1ows opened onto a balcony oyerhang
Z ing the sidewalk on the square. Ii
!. the middle of the side opposite to th'
I windows were two folding doors. which
o led into a room OF about the same siZ
e at the back of the house, used as bed
# room, while facing the door throug
q which Paul and Isaac entered was
Il large old-fashioned open fireplace
y with high carved marble mantelpiece
e The room was devoted to Mr.. Wal
2, ren's experiments, and was Uttered vii
8 a heterogeneous mass of material whic
N Paulsused unceremoniously 10 REFER
ID as ssiuuk.n Machines in every stag
h of construction, rusty cogwheels an
AZ scraps of iron, retorts, spirit lamp'
ID galyanic batteries, and so forth, wei
ID piled up in every nook and corne
s. while on a blackened pine work tab
u I'm the centre directly under the ham
ing chandelier, every jet OF which wa
as lighted, stood an old looking machin
IT. the glass jars standing near showing
n, To be- some sort of an electrical app
Is. r.tus. on which the occupant or u
C. room had evidently been lately at wor
ed In front OF II, on the floor, lying In
on huddled heap, as though he had be-
ar, kneeling and had suddenly fallen fC
a ward, was what once had been Aust
m Warren, his head with its snow-whl
wo hair stiffened aud clotted with darke
l's ing blood, lying on one doubled
VS. arm, while the other, the list tigh'
Dig clenched, was stretched outwards
led its full extent. AS he looked doV
an and saw this, the gasping sensatl
The which had attacked Paul when he
val awakened returned, for he took IN
sx- full measure of the horror of the sitI
er- ton IN an instant. There was no nj
OF for him to ask question or touch
lis body at his feet, for he knew, as thou
at by intuition, that the man who l
the been more than a father to him, q
ars whom he loved as few fathers
ms loved, had been done to death. I
us so curious thing in its workings
ion that mass of gray and white matter
of call a brain, he found himself recall
he a figure in group he had once 8
less in some chamber of horrors" exh
was tion, which, with its blood-bedabt
de- white hair reSembled the one bel
the. hiIa, and curiously thought how ex
lies. lently the modeler or the slmula
pre- corps had performed his grue5C
ings work. MotIonless and speechless
usly stood there, still with that odd diflicI
nich in. drawing his breath until he
sted reused by a voice, which was
.bby Isaac-s, saying, gruffly, "a bad
tors sorrp and, looking up, he saw In
l at room the same gray-coated park pol
man man whose measured tread had str
iul's his ear as he stood on the stoop
used night before, which now SCENE
s In century rather than few hours ag
lally What does it mean?' he asked
that policeman, who somehow seemed
,ger- him an embodiment or authority
IN in knowledge.
oung IT'S this way, sorr,' said the 1
in In his odd New York Irish act
Y, as About twllve O'Clock last noight
the a young man (which, asking yer
had don, don't doubt It wor yoursilf)
most kem up to der dure here and let b
one in wild latchkey. Half an hour
Fhose I wor passin' the house agin WIN
oked heard loud voices which SCENE
d TO come from this very room troo de
q the windy. 1 shtopped, for 1 thoug
box seemed shtrange. Well, sorr,
If he de old gentleman say knew his '
n, he fur it's many's the palaverln'
and had together) heard him say, "a
noIite Ijva ciothed and f1d va fur T.