Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1889-03-13
AS 1T CHANGED.

at is the unexpected which always happens
1t was raining hard on that Wednes-
day afternoon, yet people poured into
the cars thicker and faster as the train
went on through Newton, NewtOnvilIe,
West Newton, toward Boston. From
the dressy bonnets that peeped through
wells and the opera glasses that were
gripped along with umbrella handles, II
was easy to see that the 2 O'Clock
accommodation train was a fheater
train. Now theater train may Ue
inferior to a through express or an
immigrant freight in which to study
types of character, but 1t IS Deverthe-
less refreshing as one of the few places
where the American forehead loses IT'S
pucker, and the Yankee eye its look Of
calculation. Questions OF life and deafh
are not written on the faces OF these
people who can afford to devote an
afternoon to sham loves and tales. The
ladies enter the car quite in their after
noon-tea manner. The gentlemen hnd
laconlc queries, sIrvIngP' sErminiep'
Lord FauntleroyF' The children chat
ter about probable bargain safes IN
candy. The class dearest to the travel :
ing public sends its REPRESENTATIVES. for
lovers, like the poor, are always with
US.
But in a car where all faces are
familiar, there is small chance 41r
speculation whether man is brother
or a dearer one still to a maiden, and
so, this afternoon, everybody on board
knew that Eleanor Woodworth,o -
cort seemed TO her. as he did 70 tec
rest of the world, luxury ratner staA
a necessity. He was the cipher, she the
significant figure. II was she who had
given the prettiest and received the
pleasantest greetings; of course, for she
was the incest and the richest girl on
the route. Her irreproachable water
proof and gloves emphasized the fact
that it takes wet day to detect lady,
for in a storm your ordinary woman
puts on her shabby kids, and wears the
last of the braid off her SKIRT, and
otherwise looks as If she hoped not to
meet her friends. Tie lines of Miss
woodworth's face and figure were all
curves, and those of her jaunt feathers
all straight, and there was not an un-
decided thing about her except the hair
that waved up from her neck to her
hat, and which, by the time 1t escaped
again on the other side, had made up
Its mind to curl.
ANYBODY could see that she was an
American princess. She carried her
self as IL she had been to hundreds OF
matinees, and yet as If she had enthusi-
asm left for the coming one. There
was a charm about her which even
strangers felt, for one day. In horse
car, the only passenger besides herself, !,
a white-haIred man, stopped on his
way to the door to say, L think you
will have very happy life, my dear.
After these suggestions of her char
acter, what she said upon leaving the
train will seem in keeping with it. The
theater-goers were streaming up
through the Boston and Albany station
and her escort had his hand on the
newspapers bulging from his pockets,
intending to throw them away and
reduce his form 10 symmetry, when her
blithe voice cried:
'Oh how can you. with that looking
you in the face?' and she nodded toward
the big iron box which bears these
words, Please drop to-day's papers for
the sick in hospitals
OF course he tossed in his half-doZen
dailies, telling her meanwhile Of a
ministerial friend who, similarly placed,
had dropped In a handful of tickets
given him for safe keeping by the ladies
lie was accompanying to a concert
Their own matinee tickets were for
TIE Tanning of the Shrew,' and,
woman-like. Eleanor half pitied KaIha-
rine, and half env-ed her surrender TO
her master. She felt almost aggrieved
that the man at her side was not an
other Petruchio. How many times had
he told her that his highest ambition
was TO be her husbandP That was the
trouble If he had had a higher
perhaps-but, after all, Katharine was
bridled, and she, Eleanor Woodwork.
was free, and why puzzle over the
problem OF settling DOWN. So she
lunched after the matinee with nc
qualms Of sentiment. and dismissed her
escort from the matrimonial list as
calmly as she said, No, she would not
take anything so insipid as ice cream
when frozen pudding was to be had.
1t was this Wednesday afternoc1's
pleasure which she had in mind sae
following week when she went into
town with her father, and in memory
of which she purlOined his newspaper
for the hospital box, making at the
time, a little grimace to think il was
the dressmaker's rather than the thea
( ter to which she was going. Later,
when waiting to take her train home
she bethought her of the Harper's
/ BaZar in her bag, and smiling over the
whim, she dropped the fashion book
( into the great box. saying TO herself,
/ Poor things, 1 suppose they don't
know whether to have their wrappers
I cut with V-front or square neck
The sick in hospitals speedily became
real people to Eleanor Woodwork.
Before long. while caught in a shower
at the station, she noticed the hungry
Z look OF the iron mouth and the plethoric
state of the neighboring bookstand.
They don't seem acquainted she
thought. III introduce them,' which
she did by feeding one into the other.
It was delight tc see rhe unthumbed