Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1890-02-26


in the wrong, and waited in vain for
the flag of truce to be held out from
the enemy. But it never Was; and
why? Simply because the enemy's
tactics were precisely the same as his
own And SO time wore on. The mat
ter was discussed everywhere, and it
was eventually decided that the en-
gagement had been broken off.
Twenty five years have passed away,
and it is hardly possible to recognize,
in the pale, care-worn face of Mrs.
Neal, any of the features of the bright,
fair girl that played with the heart Of
her lover after certain ball.
Poor womanI she never forgot that
unfortunate day, since then she has
drained her cup of sorrow, and has
been but roughly treated in her quiet
journey in this life. An iii ldged mar
riage first taught her what real sorrow
Was, and the deatl OF worthless hus-
band sJon persuaded the po r creature
that hard work alone would drive the
wolf from her door.
Nevertheless, she kept her heal
above water, but it was hard matter
10 do ii. q ietly and Unostentltiously
SHE shrugged on; and assisted, as she
was, by the warm affection and dlsln-
Sereste assistance of a daughter whom
she almost Worship d, the pretty
widow earned the good opinion and
sincere respect of all with whom she
came In daily contact
Mrs. Neal often thought of what had
passed, aud what might have been, aud
WAS now, more than ever, forclbly re-
minded of certain love passages OF heI
xt-l.A -fsa. hs
PEELED to give advice on the same sub
ject TO her pretty daughter Ethel.
My darling child, said the kind
hearted woman, you must not, re illy,
veX yourself about nothing. You may
be quite sure he Will be here tomorrow,
and then all viii be well. Or, at a y
rate, he will send a note TO the pretty
bird whom he processes to love st
dearly
But Ethel Neal could not help cry
ing; and now, for the first time, began
TO think wha5 a difference there was,
as regards position, between Arthur
Mesham and herself, and hardly dare
TO reflect Oh the probability that all hIs
warmly declared love was, after all, d
mere shadow, and that she was but the
toy of a high-spirited young fellow
whom she really loved with all the
strength of her young heart.
Tie poor child looked into her moth.
er's face through the tears that would
rush, despite all her efforts, TO her eyes,
DO you think, mother, he can really
have forgotten me SO soon, after all ht
has said-all he has promised? III
| imagined he was really false to me
mother dearest, L really could not en-
due the pain. should die
Mrs. Neal was silent Again she
thought of her own sprihgtime of love
and again reasSured herself that young
hearts were not so easily broken. But
| she could not bear to see her pretty
daughter in such distress. and SO, de
spite her inward conviction that Al
thur Mesham was a worthless youns
man, she endeavored to comfort he
daughter as best she could, and an
swereI very gently:
He will come tomorrow, Ethe
| DEAR
Ethel resumed her work, and tried
not to distress her mother with all he
| little private SORROWS. She was hare
at work painting photographs, having
been employed thus for some time pas
by a celebrated artist, who took an in
| terest in the poor, fatherlesS girl, anC
always did his best TO keep her wei
employed.
Il was too eager in looking forwari
| to he bright future, L suppose sai,
| Ethel, mourntully. Il had quite mad
up my mind to have you always will
us, mother, and began to think tha
/ this dreary work for very eXlsten,'
would ccme TO an end. 1t is very bar,
20 be poor, is 1t not?'
| Mrs. Neal gave a deep sigh. A true
answer to Ethel's question could no
have been given
But l must not disturb you with IN,
! foolish fancies, must 1?' sail Ethel
You have got to finish your emDroid-
cry, and / must work hard at Ties
faces, which | am bound TO MAKE eve
so pretty. and fascinating, no matte
what features they possess. L wonde
If the owners ever think or the poo
| artist when they distribute their glori
fed faces among their apprecIatN,
friends? Perhaps you are right, an
maybe he will come. Anyhow. W
must both work for our supper
And so the fair child prattled OH
She conquered her sorrow, AMI for he
mothers sake she stIfl d the sobs. y
every step up the staircase of thai
dingy lodgings her heart gave 81, a
beat, and thrill shot through he sci.
sitive frame. But Arthur Meshan
never kept his word.
Meanwhile, Arthur Mesham, gOr
| geously alfred III dressing-gown o
the most delicate blue, WAS toaStin:
his slippered feet at fire which Durue,
brightly in his vel furnished Cham
bers, anxiously expecting the arrival o.
his father, and the receipt of his quar-
terly allowance.
The old gentleman eventually ar
rived, certainly not in AN enviabl,
frame of mind. Things had evidently
not gone well in the city. Mr.. Mesham
senior, impressed this TACT strongly OIL
his son, as he handed him the long-eX
pected check, and seized on the oc "a
sion for reading the lazy rascal, as E
called him, lesson.
The fact is, Arthur sal the oil,
gentleman, Il am quite tired of per
suading you to abandon the Idle, list
less life you are leading, and of i'm
pressing Oh you the necessity of Set
tIing down into some line or other
You won't work, 1 know; but do yol
ever intend to be marie -
Such an idea has never entered m,
head replied the indolent son.
You see,' said the O.d gentleman
'th kind of thing can't so on forever
Business is not as good as it was, and
L tell you, fairly, that my affairs ar,
by no means IN prosperous condition
My credits low, and the dogs o
tradesmen are getting suspicious. d,
you seeP'
Perfectly, my dear father; but an
totally unable TO suggest any possibl,
remedy
Old Mr.. Mesham put on very ri
Gus countenance, and, whisperin:
/ quietly in his sons ear, said:
Make up to Miss Lloyd
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