Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1890-11-07

all conventional wisdom, or she never
would have alluded SO unguardedly to
the age and experience of the sprightly
spinster. Miss Jessup bridled.
81 really don't know that have any
thing to say" said she. Gas Mrs. Murd-
right remarks, people must expect to
work in this worldl'
But Miss Jessup studiously banished
from her recollectionithe fact that, when
| she had first set up dessmalsing for her
self, Squire May had generously lent her
money for her lease, furniture, stock and
| fixtures. He had never claimed a cent
| of interest; he hadinever so.much as
limited at the repayment of his loan, and
she had been equally silent. And it is
to be presumed that she had quite for
gotten the whole circumstance, when she
added, with some little vindictiveness:
"And, to my mind, it would have been
deal wiser if your papa had looked a
little more closely'tosyour money instead
| of lending it to ne'er-do-wells like
Chauncey Graham.to,squanderl"
"Cousin Chauncey wassalways good
and kindl" cried Juliet, coloring up.
"He would have paid papa, if he could |
And it is mean and dishonorable of you
to say such things astthese, Juniata Jes-
supl"
"Hoity- y-toityv" criedl Miss Jessup.
''Mean! Dishonorable! Well, if he ain t
both, let him put in an appearance and
| say what he has done with that money!"
As Mr.. Graham was at that moment
| supposed to be in Australia, engaged in
| the management of a mammoth sheep
farm, this was perhapsa rather unreason-
able demand. But, to,Miss Jcssup's in
finite amazement, ard, perhaps, to her
discontinue as well, thelfront door was
pushed open at that juncture, and a
bronzed, bearded apparition, in aasuit of
some foreign style and cut. stalked in.
SIS this Mrs. Moses Murlright's
house2" said he. ''Cany any onestell me
il Miss Juliet May,is hereT'
Mrs. Murdright stared, Miss Jessup
seemed equally amazed; but, ,ewith ia cry,
Juliet May sprang to her feet
"Chauncey!" shea cried. ''It is my
cousin Chauucey!"
81 am Chauncey Graham" tsaid, the
young man. ''I only arrived inlthe port
Of New York last evening. It,all seems
so strange to me to hear that my cousin,
Squire May, is dead-thatiJulie is with
out home!
He stood in surprise, .scaEcely' able to
recognize in this tall Andalusian faced
girl, the chubby-cheeked little play
fellow of former years. Butswhen she
flung herself so confdinglyintothi arms,
he held her with tender and schivalric
embrace.
"Oh, Chauncey, am. so glad.that you
have come," she sobbed. "Oh, l was
so lonely and forsaken! No one has
seemed to care for me, sincelpapa,d aided
no one offered me a homeW
tI will," said Chamcey, quietly.
"Therc, there, little one, .don't'fret 1t
is all smooth sailing now. The money
which your father lent me has borne
fruit, seventy times seven, land it is yours
ncwl"
Mrs. Murdright here recovered herself
so far as to extend fish-like hand to Mr..
Graham; Miss Jessup pressedseagerly for
ward.
''My dear Juliet" she said, with lit |,
tie acidity, "you are such mere baby!l
Don't you see that your cousin isn't at i
all the proper person to take charge OF.
you?"
s'Why not?" SAID Chauncey Graham. i
at seems to me that am the very one.
And my mother is in New York wait
ing to extend mothers tender care to
Juliet"
cat all events, my DEAR" said Miss
Jessup, ''don't cling to your cousin as if
he were q floating spar and you drown.
ing mariner! Do sit down! Dear
Cousin Chauncey," with smile which
displayed every one of her false teeth to
the very best advantage, "this is such an
agreeable surprise. We have thought
and talked of you SO much!"
While Mrs. Murdright hastened to pre-
pare what she called ga little refresh
ment" for this relative who seemed SO
much nearer and dearer since he had
come back home with plenty of money.
81 wish, now," she muttered, "that
we hadn't been quite so sharp with
Juliet She was a silly child, no doubt,
but if she is going to be rich again-Eh9
What2" to her niece who now presented
herself with crape-vailed hat and ink
black draperies folded across her slender
shoulders. "You'ro not going away SO
soon, Juliet, my darlinga"
''Chauncey says that his mother ex-
poets us by the very next train," said
Juliet, upon whose pale cheek new
color had kindled. 'sAnd we have no
time to lose!"
"And," simpered Miss Jessup, who
was hurredly donning an extremely
youthful Gainsborough hat with rosebuds
and daisies wreathed around its brim, 81
have volunteered to accompany dear
Juliet. Really, have grown too fond of
her to allow her to slip away from me
| like this!''
Mrs. Murdright made grimace.
"The scheming old cat, f" she thought.
"She actually thinks she is going to lure
Chauncey Graham into marriage. Well,