Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-03-28

she very threshold OF the dining-room.
Il shoul1 prefer table to myself, -.
said she, haughtily.
',Ma'am!" said Mkt.
Dear Clara" pleaded Lucy in an.
agony of distress, as she saw the red.
flush rise TO the forehead of the old
man in snuff-colored suit, who sat
at the head of the Widespread board.
II prefer dining with my sister
only" insisted Miss Vervain. de-
lighted with an opportunity of as
serting her eXclusiveness. "Really,
l cannot imagine how people can
pbtrude themselves in this sort of
way"
The old man rose quietly.
'Do understand, young woman" {"
said he, "that you object to me?"
"1es, sir, l do object to you-if
you compel me to put it in that way"
said Miss Vervain.
'1ndeed." The old man lifted his
Erizzled brows, Il may not be one of
your fashionable fops-"
THAT is easily to be seen," con-
temptuously interpolated the young
lady
"But lam clean and decent, added
the stranger "HOwever, l dare say
Mrs. Mkt can accommodate me with
a plate and knife and fork in another
room, if my presence is really obnox-
ious to these young women"
Young ladies, sir, if you please, 4"
said Miss Neryain. with a toss of her
head.
He smiled a shrewd, sagacious
smile.
"As to that" said he, ''opinions
NAV perhaps.difIer," and he followed
Mrs. Mkt into the kitchen.
Clara Nervain took her seat COM
piacently at the table.
These people will begin after
awhile to comprehend the difference
between lady and a shop-girl," said
she. 1t is quite evident that they
are not favored with many travellers. ;"
Half an hour afterward, as the old
man in the snuif-cOlored suit was
stepping into plain, little carriage,
Il soft hand touched his sleeve, and
turning he found himself looking into
Lucy Nervain's troubled brown eyes.
"Well, my dear" said he, kindly,
what is it,"
IL only wanted to beg your par
don, SIR" faltered the little brunette.
Il am sure my sister did not mean to
hurt your feelings. and"
Il am sure, at all events. that you
did not" said the old man, kindly.
And l dare say that your sister will
De wiser one of these days"
Aud thus speaking, he nodded good
humoredIy and drove away.
1t was nearly dark, however, before
the clumsy carryall which was to con-
vey the two New York ladies to their
destination arrived, and they entered
il.
ITO Cliff Hall" said Miss Veryain,
haughtily, as she leaned back in the
seat and settled her skirts languidly
about her
'CliT HALL" said Mr.. Mkt, star
ing.
You don't never mean as you're
going to Cliff Hall:" echoed Mrs.
Mkt.
Il think We have considerably as
tpnished these good people, " said Miss
Nervain, with a smile, as hey ratified
away from the door,
Il only hope our Unrle Cliff Will
receive us kindly" sighed poor Lucy.
Cliff Hall was a substantial old
mansion built of gray stone with a
succession Of terraces falling down
the mountain side and exquisite
groups OF statuary half-hidden in the
forest trees, and the lights were al
ready beginning to gleam Hospitality
along its front as they drove up. An
old man-SCrvant opened the outside
door Just far enough to reveal the
cherry glow of wood fire and the
deep tints of a crimson Administer
carpet within.
rs my Uncle Cliff at home??" said
Miss Nernin, with an air and grace.
''Mr. Cliff is-ay, men," answered
the servant, with a strong Scotch ac-
cent.
Tell him his nieces from New
York are here-the Misses Nervain,
said Clara, as she swept into the ante
chamber.
As she entered an old man dressed
in snuff-brOwn rose from behind the
blazing logs.
My nieccs from New York, eh?"'
said Caleb Cliff. They are welcome"
And 10 Miss Nervain's surprise and
disIlay she found herself face to face
with the old man of the Catskill way
side inn.
You are astonished?" said he,
slightly arching his brOws. $50 am
l. 1t is not always best to judge by
appearances. Sit down. Sanders, /"
to the servant, ''let dinner be served"
Miss Clara Nervain left Cliff Hall
the next day, with all her bright an
ticIpations shattered 10 the dust. But
little trown-faccd Lucy staid to keep
house for her uncle.
she's too genteel for us, ism
she?" chuckled old Caleb Cliff, as the
carriage drove away which was to
carry Miss Vervain to the New York
station.
Clara went back to her teaching,
and if the bitter tears of repentant
modification can wash out the past
that day in the Catskills would have
been erased long ago
If | had only known who he was"
said Miss Nervain.
Alas! this world is full of ''ifs".-
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