Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-11-22

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E53 Beauvoir was driver
II ~ up to her cousin ;!
II ES house. The air wa:
Y - intensely cold, the
1E houses on either side
s--CE----,s==sz of the street doomed
~----=zzsss-5ny1 up like huge phan-
TN toms, and the gas
~ u jets seemed to thrill
ind shiver in the wind. And the wei.
come of Mrs. Berry, her cousins house
keeper, was dead match for the weather
md the wind.
81 am expected, I suppose7" said
Sinette, wondering why the woman did
aot open the door a little wider.
''What nameI" cautiously inquired
Mrs. Berry.
"Miss Beauvoir, from Atlanta,
Georgia"
81 have heard nothing of it." said
Mrs. Berry, without opening the door
fraction of an inch farther.
Mr.. Trebleton is at home, SUPPOSED"
''Eo. Miss, he's not" still frigidIy.
~ will come in, - said Ninette, trying
% swallow the suifocIting sensation in
III sAAl ss-N- " At4 NAAt AOA A4llIl- 1. -
80 cold. and II am half frozen"
Mrs. Berry hesitated moment, then,
opened the door, ungraciously enough.
"Well, y she said, ~ suppose you can
wait in the study until he comes"
She showed Niuette into the red-cur-,
aimed, cozY little room, lined with
books, lighted by the soft ring of flame;
that streamed from shaded gas let,
warmed with the glow of coral.red fire
upon the hearth. And here, surrepti-,
,iously turning the keys in the secretary
drawers and writing table and takiugi
them out, Mrs. Berry left her.
There are the paper-weight," said
Mrs. Berry to herself, "aud the ivory
paper cutters and the inkstand with the
stag's head in bronze; but don't be-
Geve she'd take them!'
While Niuette, LETT alone, crouched
down in the low chair before the fire
and burst into tears.
AIS all the North as cruel, as hard, asi
frozen cold as thislr she asked herself,
with a convulsive shudder. "Oh, it
would have been better to have died Of
starvation in my own sunny, golden.
South! If a stray dog, there, had crept
in out Of the storm at night, they would,
at least, have given him bone and a
kind word. But for me there is no such
welcomed"
When Mr.. Trebleton came in at nire
o'clock, he found Ninette still looking
at the fire through eyes that swan like
tears.
81 am Ninette Beauvoir, your cousins
child said she, rising with varying
color.
Happy to make your acquaintance,
am sure" said Mr.. Trebleton, apparently
SO busy in removing his gloves that he
never noticed her offered hand. "What
can do Tor you, Miss Beauvoirl"
Ninette looked at him with large,
grave eyes.
"Papa said, before he died." she
faltCred, ''that you would give me
home with your daughters. 1 have no
longer home of my own. Papa's ill
ness was expensive and took all cur
means"
''Quite out Of the question; quite out
of the question, said Mr.. Tre5leton,
hurriedly, as he took up poker and
began beating the topmost Jumps of coal
on the fire. perhaps you are not aware
Miss Beauyoir, that I have a large and
expensive family of my own, and I
couldn't think of undertaking any ad-
dltional expenses"
Ninette listened, apparently incredu-
lOus Of her own senses.
''Hut what am to do2" she asked.
"Wnat do other girls do who are
thrown on their own resources2' rather
curtly demanded Mr.. Trebleton, secretly
wishing that the interview was over.
81 don't know, said Ninette, simply.
81 am only an ignorant Southern girl.
No one every told me. l supposed, of
course, that l could come and liveswith
You"
"Humph" said Mr.. Trebleton.
"They teach; they take in sewing: they
60 into stores, shops, factories. They
strive for independence.
"Cousin Trebleton," said Ninette,
with 4 quivering lip, 'if l could see
your wite-your daughters-they are
women like me; they"
"Iam very sorIy," said Mr.. Treb.esan,
stonily, ''but they are out of tcwn.
There, therei don't cry. If there's any
tning / nate, 1t is to see a woman make a
scene. o. course, you can stay here to.
night. My housekeeper, Mrs. Berry,
Wall take care of you. In the morning
you will be better able to look things In
the face"
o Mrs. Berry, still, stiff and silent, con-
Quoted Ninette to an arctic-cold bed
room at the top of the house, where the
very candle seemed to shiver.
WHATS the matter nowi" said Mrs.
Berry. "Why are you crying"
81 an so hungry" sobbed NInette, in
whose nature starvation had completely
overcome the heroic element. az have
had nothing to eat since eight o'clock this
morning"
Mrs. Berry bit her lip impatiently.
"Aud the kitchen fire gone down."
said she, "and not drop of milk left
We'll, I'll go down and see what l can
ind"
; But when she came back, poor little
Ninette, who had crept into bed to get
warm, was sound asleep. And the mig
gardly sandwich and slice of withered
cake were too late.
! Mr.. Trebleton took Ninctte to gen.
teel intelligence bureau the next day.
: "This lady," he said to her, indicat.
ing stout female in black silk behind a
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