Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-10-31
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NO, BIZ my ulece 1S too SeusADie Ao-
any sach folly"
Josie only pouted and blushed.
The new lodger was duly installed in
the sitting-room and bedroom, and Mrs.
Denver re4jiced in spirit.
''It's so much better than if he we-a
. silly, sentimental young spark, put.
ting al sorts of nonsense in that feather
head of Josie's," she Thought
The weeks crept on, and the old ger
Gsman read his newspaper, and Puffe,i
away at his meerschaum, and went tod
ding of daily to 'business," and pail
his bills with . regularity which filled
Mrs. Denver's heart with delight.
'sThere'sa q lodger for you !" she said,
exultantly. 81 just wish he'd keep the
rooms forever!'
when Mr.. Wiggleton sent for Mrs. Den
yer to come up to his room.
'Dear mel" thought the futtered
housekeeper "whatever can the mat
ter be? It's too bad. I believe he's
going to find fault with your guitar
practice, Josie"
81 can't help it." said Josie, pite-
ously; ST must get on with my guitar
lessons"
Mrs. Denver obeyed the unwonted
summons. Mr.. Wiggleton, who was
sitting in a big chair, cleaning his
meerschaum with bit of chamois, laid
down his work, and solemnly adjusted
his blue spectacles.
'Mrs. Denver" he said, Sim think
ing of being married"
"And leaving me, sir?" calculated
the housekeeper, with failing heart.
''It won't be necessary, ma'am, to
leave you"
'Oh, indeed, sir! Then you will
bring your wife here?"
I "My bride will be here already,
ma'am. It's Miss JOSIE"
'My Josie!"
eyes, ma'am, your josie"
Mrs. Denver's heart thrilled with
pride and qualification.
'Tm sure, sir, Josie will be very
much fattered."
"Would you kindly speak to her,
ma am, and, as it were, break the ice
for me? You see I'm rather advanced
in years, and I'm not used to this sort
of thing"
Certainly, sir oh. certainly"
cried Mrs. Denver, smoothing hel
apron. 81 shall be honored."
She went down stairs as fast as if
there were no such things as neuralgia
pains, or stiff old bones, in all the
world, to where Josie sat reading in
the little parlor.
''What do you think, Josie?" she
cried, exultingly. "Here's good luck
for us! Mr.. Wiggleton has fallen in
love with you" <
with me, aunty?"
eyes, and he's willing to marry you,
if you will be good girl. Now, isn't
that good news!"
But to Mrs. Denver's amazement
Josie burst into a passion of tears, and
flung her book upon the floor.
81 won't marry him. An old bundle
of flannel and rheumatism. No, !
won't" b,
'.Josiel"
81 wonder you d<e ask me such
thing, aunty, and poor Frank, too!
Neverl I'll go ont to service first.
"Child!" cried the dismayed aunt,
"you are raving. There-wipe your
Eyes, quick, and smooth your hair;
hes coming down stairs"
Apparently, in Mr.. WigSleton's idea
of things, the process OF ''breaki];
the ice" WAS not protracted one for
his step was now heard deliberately
stamping down the stairs.
"HeyI hellol Miss Josie crying!
Ny, what's the mstter?" cried Mr..
Wiggleton.
81 won't? There's no use asking
me !" sobbed Josie.
''She don't mean it, sir, apologiZed
Mrs. Denver "She'u sulk quite diff
ferently presently"
"Will you leave us alone together,
ma 'am?" requested the ancient suitor.
"No-don't, uunty. Please don't" !"
cried Josie.
Certainly, sir, by all means" And
Mrs Denver whisked out of the room.
She went down stairs, and sat by
the window trying to knit, but secret
ly worrying in her mind about the
willfui lassie upstairs. Surely she
would never be SO crazy as to refuse
Mr.. Wiggleton. Yet girls were SO un-
accountable sometimes. She wished
now that she had insisted upon it,
threatening to turn her out of doors,
else-been imperative. ''But, oh,
dear I" sighed Mrs. Denver, "wisd9m
always comes too late"
Presently the door opened.
"Mrs. Denver!" called out the voice
Of Mr.. Wiggleton-a jocund, compla-
cent voice, like anything in the world
but the accents of discarded lover.
Mrs: Denver hastened up stairs with
throbbing heart, and eager, question
ing countenance. Josie sat smiling
and blushing on the sofa with one or
two tear-drops sparkling on her eye.
lashes, while Mr.. Wiggleton, with
brown wig somewhat disheveled, bent
chivalrously over her.
els it all right?" asked Mrs. Denver,
family, laying her hand on her heart.
"Its all right, ma'am-she has prom
ted to be mine"
"And when?"
Next week."
ooh, not so soon |" pleaded Josie.
"Dearest!" cried Mr.. Wiggleton,
laughingly, true love brooks no de-
lay. Next week it must be-"
"Don't be foolish, my DEAR" said
Mrs. Denver to her niece. 'The sooner
;he better"
So Josie, overborne blythe majority,
vas forced to yield.
"My DEAR" said her aunt, approx
ngly, 81 never gave you credit for
half the good sense you have shown to-
lay"
''Didn't you, aunty?'
'tBut I'm delighted with you; and
you shall have the incest wardrobe
money can buy"
The wedding day arrived, and Josie.
looking very lovely in = lustr0us wnite.
silk, shadowed by the snowy cloud Of
tnlle vail, WAS duly married to Mr..