Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-10-24
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And then it was that Mr.. Poyntz ap'
peared on the scene.
He was delighted with the big. airy
rooms of the old homestead. the wide
hall with its matted floor and paneled
ceiling, the antique massiveness of the
furniture. and the lovely prospect from
the windows; and in less than . weel
he and his two sisters and the Other
members Of the sketchinS class wer.
snugly installed in their new quar-.
ters.
Janey had toiled like a slave to gel
the rooms ready. She had talked her
self hoarse to induce the butcher to
condone the arrears and to persuade
the aggrieved general merchant" to
extend now supplies Of -four and spices,
tea and sugar.
Gas soon as I get the first week.
board" said Jansy, 81 can pay some
Of these debts"
s'But Philippa must have a spring
hat" said Amelia.
"And Amelia wants to 60 out sketch
ing with the Poyntzeh" declared
Philippa, "and how can she without
IN outfit? You must let US have the
first weeks money, Janey. Don't you
see, you silly little goose. that Mr..
Poyntz is getting interested in dear
Amelia? Oh, yes he is, in spite Of that
yreat-eyed Miss Duchesne. who ,goe.
about with q Tapping hat and straight
,up-and-down gown, like ono of Bough.
toms nictures. Only think what d
thing that would be for US ALL Why,
Mr.. Axworthy says he's . rich man, in
spite of this artist kink Of his"
I erich Iaen sometimes are artists, u
irily remarked Jsney.
And so the first weeks earnings were
swallowed up by these human octo-
puses.
Miss Revere, as Amelia called her
self, took great pains with her toilet,
developed q new enthusiasm for art,
and smiled her sweetest on Percival
Poyntz, while the other Miss Revere
devoted herself to Harry Duchssne and
Frank Axworthy.
Like the lilies of the field. the tall
sisters toiled not. neither did they
spin, but sauntered gracefully about
the green fields. posed under the
zreening boughs Of the elm trees and
studied tho newest novels and poems,
so as to be able to hold their own in
the literary chit-chst Of the sketching
party.
'It's such a splendid opportunity
| for us, said Amelia, compscently.
I 'I'm SO glad Janey thought of it, :"
smiled Philippa.
One spring day, however, when they
were all copying the fantastic leaps OF
certain cascade not far from the
house, Mr.. Poyn.z happened to be sit
ting beside fair Amelia, with his easel
before him, and lis palette on his
thumb.
ooh, by-the-way," said he, 'sthere's
something want to ask you. Miss Be-
vere!"
Amelia blushed.
This was not the way that proposals
generally began; but then, she reflect
ed, artists were so unconventional!
'It's confidential, of course" said
he.
"Oh, of coursel" murmured Amelia.
well, then, is it true that that
pretty young hostess Of ours has two
selfish sisters who nrs boarding gen.
teelly somewhere, and leaving her tc
bear all the brunt of care and respons.
ibility?"
Amelia was silent.
The blush was gone now; her cheek
wore the pallor of wrath, instead.
"Of course 1 don't believe it," said
ne. II never have heard of any such
persons since I have been hero. But
Mary declares it is fact. I tell her,
though, that if there were any sisters
they would be here to help her in her
household tasks and duties. She's the
iravest little soldier I ever saw"
Miss Amelia bit her lip; her eyes
lightened ominously.
~ don't know how you should e.-
pect me to know all about Miss Wal
ions household affairs" said she. II
I'm Revere!"
"Oh, I beg your pardon!" said
Poyntz. 81 supposed you were old
lcquaintances."
"And really can't imagine. vim.
ilictively added Amelia, "why you
should be interested in the matter, one
way or another"
Cant you?" He smiled, and
touched the glitterins edge of the cas-
,sde with ivory-white. "Why, because
m interested in Miss Walton herself:
because find her the most interesting
person have ever met because have
asked her to marry me-"
Amelia leaned forward, with little
gasp.
"And-and has she accepted you?'
81 don't know have not received
vet any answer to the note l sent to
her this morning."
DO you mean-Janey?"
COT course l meen-Janey."
Miss Amelia started up, letting her
sketching utensils scatter themselves
,very which way.
''I think a bee has st1ng my fnger."
aid she. II must hurry back to the
uouse"
Mr.. Poyntz looked after her in some
cmazement, but before he csuld decide
shether it WAS best for him to follow
yer and inquire into the full extent of
lier injury, his sister Mary came to his
side.
"Percival,' she whispered, 'tfve lis
covered it all Revere isn't the true
name at all of those big blue-eyed girls.
hey are the selfish sisters, masking rs
aides of leisure, for their poor little
sister to do the work and bear the
rlame of everything, Oh, L never
leard anything like it in my life! Shes
$ much a Revere as thew are. ~
"Well," said Mr.. Poyntz, quietly,
''if have my way, she won't be Re-
vere long,"
The family secret was ont at last;
lie true personality of Amelia and
2hilippa was finally recognized, and
, aney could scarcely believe her eyes
hen she read Mr.. Povntzs letter.