Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1891-04-15

tnen 70 each other with laughing
pride.
He had often told Win about his sis
er. Surely Will must acknowledge
what beauty she wasl And George
looking up with her lovely liquid ewes.
thought with little secret amusement
and triumph In her heart, that this
paragon Of Bob's was the very ugliest
and awkwardest man she had ever
seen.
George was too young and too shall.
lew to appreciate the keen kind ewes
that looked out from under those heavy
brows, the firm true mouth that one
might feel could be trusted till death:
and she was too childish to appreciate
VIII Dymock's clever conversation.
George liked compliments direct, and
she liked to be taken notice of.
1t was quite true as Bob had said
she might as well have worn her old
blue cotton dress for all Will Dymock
saw or cared. How stupid he wasl
How she wished that he had never
come, or that he was gone, as the three
strolied up and down the garden when
tea wac overl
"Dout you like him, Georgiep" Bob
Jeffrey asked his sister, with q radiant
face. He had just seen his friend up
to his own room to dress for dinner.
George was standing IN the wide open
window, absently pulling the leaves ofl
one of the red roses looking in at her.
Don't you like himP" Bob repeated.
"Isn't he an awfully nice fellow?"
Like him! Nlcel Oh, Bob, how can
you say SOP 1 think he Is the very ug-
liest man ever saw"
"Uglyl" Her brothers. face fell a
} little. "What has that to do with itY"
Everything. No one who is as ug-
y as he could be nice," the girl replied.
II hate ugly peoplep'
These we're pleasant words for Will
Dymock, leaning out Of his window up
stairs, to have waited up to him. "I
hate ugly people," and "the very ugli-
est man l ever saw" the girl had said
In her fresh clear voice.
The young mans plain sallow face
flushed. He drew away from the win
dow softly, and went and looked at
himself In the mirror closely and crlti-
cally, as if studying another person.
Yes, it was quite true-she was right
he was ugly, he told himself. He won-
uClcu IL htu ucfcI OCCuITcu W ulLu now
ugly he was.
"You are nice one, George, you arep'
exclaimed Bob Jeffrey to his sister, in
Mortified whisper. 81 believe Dymock
has heard every word you have been
| saying. l am sure 1 heard him move
| away from the window; and up there
you can hear every word that Is said
here"
"Well, cannot help itp' George re.
torted defiently, though her cheeks red
dened at the thought. sit is sll your
fault, Bob; you knew he was up there
why did you begin about him2 And
he Is ugly; he must know he is"
"All the same, you need not insult
| the man in your own house."
81 am sure do not want to insult
him."
George was on the verge Of tears;
Bob had never spoken to her so Grossly
in his life; it was all that mans fault.
1t was only another bad mark to be
scored against him.
Had he heard her? she wondered,
sitting at the head Of the table, glanc-
ing up from under her lovely long eye
lashes for moment, to meet Will Dy-
mock's eyes fixed upon her.
| Georgie REDEEMED furiously, and drop
ped her eyes upon her plate, never dar-
ing to look at the young man again all
the dinner-time.
| She was sure he had heard, the girl
thought, as she went to bed that night.
He had looked at her, not as il angry,
but George could not quite de-
! scribe, even to herself, what that look
| or VIII DymocK's s meant.
| Poor man-it must be very hard for
| him to be so uglyl She would be kind
to him; aud she would tell Bob that she
was sorry.
1t was ten days later-a blazing af.
ternoon at the end of June. The doc
tors garden was perfect bower of
roses, and the cherries on the old red
brick wall were ripe.
George had picked great dish Of
Strawberries, and was dispensing them
with her tea under her favorite apple
tree. The girl was wearing her blue
cotton frock, the short shruken sleeves
showing her plump white arms. After
| the first day or two, she had quite given
up the idea of dressing herself for Will
| Dymock. 1t was true what Bob had
one wore.
He did not like her, George was fam
| to decide, with an odd little sensation
of pique or wounded vanity rather new
to her. She remembered how young
Sandllands, when he was home at the
Priory On leave, would make excuses
| to come down to the DOCTORS almost
every evening-how he would walk
home with her from church, walt for
her at the choir practice. To be sure,
Bob had said that young Sandilands
was an idiot; but GeOrgle did not by
any means share his opinion.
"This Is like new lite to me" OBJ
served Will Dymock, in his slow seri-
Gus way. He was sitting, his long legs
stretched out on the grass, his back
resting against the apple-tree, his shock
| OF fair hair pushed back from his fore
head.
"Do you like thatP" asked Georgia,
as she handed him his tea.
Like ItP" The young man looked
at her with that odd gleam In his eyes
which carried Georgie's memory back
to the night that he come among them.
Il was afraid you might find it stu
pid here" she said hastily.
mo; don't think any one could
find 1t stupid here"
If Frank Sandilands had said that,
George knew the admiring glance he
would have given her; but Will Dymock
was not even looking at her, not think
ing OF ner apparently, as he gazed droa-
mily up at the blue sky.
Il am glad if you are happy old fell
low," interposed Bob, in his CHEEKY
voice.
Will Dymock started; he had almost
forgotten his friends presence.
81 thought you were asleep" he
said,
80 I was, almost; but 1 think it Is
high time that woke up; you two find
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