Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-08-08
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your angelic disposition do you think
I should have dared to send for yor
at the eleventh hour? OF course, it l:
thai wretched Mrs. Parker who ha:
given out"
'Of course I knew it when youl
note came. Who has been suddenly
carried off this time? Not the grand
mother, l hope. for that poor woman
has died on at least six different oc
casions this winter to my certain
knowledge. Oh, Kate, what a blessed
thing it is to have relations living out
West! Well, here l am clothed and
in my right mind, but l never dressed
in such a hurry before. 1t was good
practice IN case Of fire. Do you see
any errors or omissions about my gay
and festive attire?"
No, it is charmlng-pe-fecJ, as
usual. believe it You wore your
gowns hind SIDE before you would
look better dressed than any woman
in town, you witch! Now prepare
for treat. You are to be taken in
to dinner by very distinguished
person, Algernon Goodwin, son of his
father, who is real live lord. He
brought letter to me. He has only
been here two days. and this is his
first taste of American society, so you
will represent for him the typical
American girl on her native SOIL"
''My dear, you are too good"
Sally's blue eyes sparkled with fun.
depend upon me. will do justice
to the role. Has the conquerlng hero
come? In a hasty survey Of the room,
as 1 caLle in, didn't notice anything
startlinglY new"
Here he is this moment See. his
godlike form advances. Oh, Sally, he
is an Apollo. Look out for yourself
Good eevening, Mr. Goodwin. was
very sorry to miss your call yester-
day. shall not begin our acquaint-
ance by asking what your impressions
are Of America, but by presenting
you to Miss Emmett. who has under
taken to pilot you through an Ameri-
can dinner. She will remind you of
Mrs. Micawber, dare say, for, though
her form is fragile. her grasp of a
subject is inferior to none"
"Does that refer to British sub.
ject, Miss Emmett" said the honor
able Algernon, glancing down from,
the altitude Of grenadier guard
upon the sclf-possessed young woman
beside him. and conscious of an ea-
tirely new sensation. Instead of =
ing crushed at a blow into blush. :
confusion. she was smiling back ut
him impersonally, apparently not a
whit overcome by either his pedigree
o. his good looks.
II cannot answer for that" re-
turned she. My experience with
British subjects is very limited. !
have only met one Englishman and
he was a peddler. He used to come
to our house when l was a child; and
when saw his red wagon crawling
up the hill l always flew down to the
kitchen as fast as could go, just to
hear him drop his his. He seemed
to me the embodiment Of English
literature. hope you drop your his
Mr.. Goodwin"
Cant say do as a rule. You
see, I'd no idea that sort of thing
would be popular over here, or I'd
have taken some lessons. It's con-
sidored most awfully bad form at
home, don't you know"
30. is it really? We haYe always
heard that the royal family never use
an II when they could help it, but
these stories will get about. Mrs.
Wendel's butler puts on with an art
less grace that has made her the envy
of every woman in town. Did you
notice him as you came in, by the
way? Isn't he dream? So English"
Mr.. Goodwin laughed and offered his
arm to his pretty partner. for the
dream had at that moment an
nounced in delicicuslY cockney ac-
cent that dinner was served.
"Do you know this is all so differ
ent from what l expected?" said he
involuntarily. "Where is your local
color? might easily believe myself
back in London except for few
triflng customs of your people"
Local color? Ah, YOU mean the
Indians, L suppose. Boston has be-
come too civilized in the last few
years to offer you much in that way.
Did you expect that braves in war
paint and feathers would come out in
canoes to take you off the ship in the
harbor?"
Something like it, confess But
I have not seen an Indian since.I ar
rived. Where do the noble red men
keep themselves"
20, when the electric cars were in-
tFoduced they fed to the suburbs.
Now, in Ponkapog. where 1 live
have YOU ever heard of Ponkapog?"
Never. Is 1t near Tchickago?"
His pronunciation Of that celebrated
city was SO new and original that
Miss Emmet glanced up from her lit
tle-neck clans admiringly, feeling
obliged to own that a handsome
guardsman in a Poole dress coat is a
pleasing object to contemplate.
u should like to see Poukapog un-
dare say it is not at all
like one of our English villages"
"Oh, not at all. At least, it is not
like one of Anthony Trollope's The
wigwams would be sure to amuse
you.
Are there really wigwams?'
"Why, certainly! I live in one my.
self Should you think had Indian
blood in my veins?"
Her voice was low, as she made her
with a sigh. 'tShall you
despIse me II l tell you 1 am a down
east Yankee?"
The son OF his father felt sudden
chill at being brought into contact
with anything so aboriginal. Yet she
wa; as fair and sweet to see as a hot
house flower, with skin as white as
his own.
II don't remember that Cooper
speaks of that tribe at ALL" he said