Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-06-08

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fear and disappointment she sobbet
herself into that woful headache which
was sure, in the end, to call fortt
abundant filial repentance and aws
ward tenderness.
Any one who knew Mrs. Farmani
soft persistence as did her family, coulC
not have teen surprised at the devices
| which she undauntedly employed il
| the time to come. August passed
away, and September frosts began tx
| fall. Ben Martin came to call at the
little farmhouse Sunday nights. Jo,
! Myers gave up singing IN the choir
4 and stalked in and out of the churcl
! unconscious Of the vacant chair wher,
| he had been won't to sit and look Ovel
the same hymnbook-O blissful peri ID
with the sweet soprano. AND
Rachel's heartsick dignity was QuicI
to see through such shallow maneuver:
as business notes about the Interest,
an eTrand to Myers next door neigh
bors, or stopping at the post-offlce wneI
her quondam admirer was to be seer
within. AS she resolutely turned hel
back upon these opportunities, hel
mother was fLin to employ a subtler ar
tifice.
In the first place, the minister's wife
fell i'll.
This gave the scheming woman hel
chance. She managed that Mrs. Myer!
and herself should divide one day anC
night between them as "watcbers. ,
She knew Joe would bring his mother
over at dusk t. begin her period o.
nursing. Then when he came Mrs.
Farnam, ready to leave, had an errand
prepared for him which entailed a long
walk to the farther end of the strag.
Cling vi lage after which he must return
to the parsonage.
In the meantime, breathless, trem.
bling and glowing, Rachel's mother hur
ried on her homeward way and bus LED
into the quiet kitchen where her daugh
! ter sat broOiing over the ire in tn,
dTeary autumn twilight.
IS ,kes aliven she cried at once. 81
fergot m left nv gold-rimmed specs t
! TIL minister's. Like ez not Mis- Myer.
III wear 'em home fer hers. Wotevel
shall | do?"
piled irdifferently, catching "a blan
NJ SHAWL. u yo ltInthUtI NAcIc "
laid 'em down, map"
Mis- Myers III hunt 'em up fer ye, ,
was the inpatient rejoinder, Get "
amt afraid T. start out now; It's glttin
so dark. She knows right were / was
! settin' when she come in. 1 shouldn't
I wonder eli they're on the cubbard there
by the med'ci Anyway, don't come
back without 'em, child. ! amt any
thing / set more store by'n wot / dc
them specs. Tney were tn las thing
yer pa give me before he died,
guess
Rachel vaguely wondered that heI
| mother should seem so fiuttered and
IncOheIent Yet her mind was to.
fully occupied to dwell deeply upon
! this unimpOrtant fact. She listened
| In dreamy listlessness and i'll a few
moments was out upon the lonely
| roAd.
Joe Lad told Mrs Myers of the scene
at the Farman gate. 1t gave her 3
much more lenient judgment of hi:
lady-love. Altogether, and after the
manner of mothers, seeing day by day
a misery beyond her help, she began Il
think she would not be sorry TO bring
the two together.
"lJS a turrible dark night, amt it?''
she remarked gOoi-naturedly, as, afte:
little search for the missing specta-
cles, she followed Rachel to the par>on,f
door. "My son'll be here d'rec'ly. E;
We Il ind t. wait he'll be pleased to SCI
ye home, Pm sure"
The wretched girl turned 10 stare IL
tue kindly face above her Perhaps, il
that m ment, the fiercely erected bar.
Tier might have come tumbling dowI
but for the words that followed:
"YOur ma sent i'm over to Sails,
bury's t. see bout Mis- Taylor's reclinin'
chair. Pm expeC tin him lack ev'y
minute"
Rachel had "seen about" that reclin.
ing Chair, herself, in the morning. She
analyzed The simple plot at once. What
they would tell joe at SIisbury's fol-
lowed by the sight of her, would maxi
him quit wise.
She sp;ang down the steps.
~ hank We kindly, Mis- Myers" size
called back. mo, won't wait. Good
night"
Joe aid she had naturally to walk
part way along The same road going
home. She hurried eff into the first
roundabout route which presented IT.
self. There should be no eunningly
contrived meeting tonight.
All, but some one else thought
the same thing, In his wrath, when,
after a few moments with his mother
he followed in Rachel's footsteps.
"Nis Farman can't wind me round
her little finger" he growled to him.
SELF; 81 guess me an her-this did moi
refer to Mrs. Farman-is old 'nougt
TO run our own concerns.r And hs
took the same long way home.
In spite or Mrs. Myers, the night was
lightened by waning moon which
presently showed Joe figure speeding
down the path terore him. His pulse
beat quicker, but he strobe doggedly
Oh, determined to pass and leave her.
oh, young heart is soft. How
small and slight she looked as he drew
near. And he was of his mother's
Opinion-it was dark.
"Good evenin', Miss Farman," he
began in her ear, making her Jump and
cry out suddeIly, "ain't ye 'fraid t. be
out so latep l'll wait on ye HON, et
ye'd ike t. hav me-"
Was ever anything as clumsy as p
nervous manP
"Well, l wouldn't likeI" Rachel
spoke up. Her voice was sharp with
pain. But how was he to know that?
VERY well, then I'll relieve ys of
my mp'ny. Tain't ez eff twas Ben
Martin'sv' He brushed past her in a
fury. There IS one glance, blessed
chance, directed at her face. What he
saw there made him pause.
''Wot ye cryin' fer?" he demanded.
81 amt cry.n'." Which was not
true.
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