Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-09-12

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thing that makes lie worth living. HI
was just fifty; his liver and his digestion
were in good condition; he had charm.
ing set of rooms in Piccadilly overlook.
ing the Green Park; his soldier scrvan.
was absolutely irreproachable.
On this morning, the Colonel on turn
ing over his letters came upon an oblon
pink envelope adorned with gilt mono
gram, and addressed in a nervous femi-
nine hand. As no presentimcnt warned
him of the terrible consequences abou,
to spring from that innocent looking
note, he smiled, for he recognized hi
sister-in laws hand writing, and guessed
that she was making some bewil6red ap
peal to his knowledge of the world. HI
opened the pink envelope with the handl,
of a fork, as was his wont, and read al
impassioned summons to call on the
writer that afternoon (doubly under
lined), and remained his very affection
ate Selma Turner.
About half-past four the Colonel, haV,
ing enjoyed his after luncheon cigar and
doze, strolled, a rotund and trinity
groomed figure, toward his sister in. Ia ":
house.
sob, Alured," she exclaimed, as soon
eba hoI Al
had quite shut the door, 81 am in such
distress! That wretched boy of mine!'
"Well, well, Selma" said the Colonel
"what has he done7 Don't give way
"On, but how dreadful It is! Onl
think, Alured, he's going to be mar
ried."
"What" said the Colonel, taking hi.
gold-rimmed eyeglass out of his eye ir
magisterial fashion. "The young dog.
Why, he's not twenty-one yeti"
"No; and that makes it all the worse.
Oh, I'm sure he's been caught by one oi
those designing actresses who are always
on the lookout for very young men,"
"And where is this precious scape-
ssace of yoursi"
"A. Bognor. He went there for a fe,
days last month, and has stayed ther,
ever since. 1 wondered what was the
attraction, and now l know. It's yer,
hard"
at is" assented the Colonel ruefully,
for he saw that this meant journey tc
Bognor for him, and the desertion o
London at its best. "And so her coin O
to be married2"
$50 he says"
Sand who is she2"
81 don't know; except that lie de
elares she is the most beautiful woman
in the world, AMI that he loves ner. J
think she must be older than he is"
"That, my dear Selma, goes without
saying. Boys of twenty never have
violent passions for q woman under
thirty. She is older than he Is and
cleverer. And where is the young rascal
quarteredl'
"Here is his letter, Alured. You had
better take it. Heaven knows there il
nothing private in it."
The Colonel had got his marching
orders; so he rose to go, but with q
heavy heart, for London in the season
was the breath of life to him, while
Bognor and lovesick nephew in June
were by no means to his liking.
He was simple, straightforward sol,,
with great affection for his late
brothers widow and her only son, and
never thought Of hesitating or delaying
when his services we're needed on their
behalf; but for all that, he felt very like
a schoolboy whose holidays are drawing
to close. He told the incompatible
Wilks while dressing for dinner that
they must start for Bognor the first
thing the following morning, aud then
resigned all responsibility. By the time
his master returned from the club to bed,
Wilks had made every preparation, had
chosen the train and hotel, and arranged
for the forwarding of all the letters.
Personally conducted by Wilks, Colo,
nel Turner arrived a. the hotel selected
for him in time for late lunch, and
then strolled out along the Chichester
road to concoct method of approaching
the enemy, while Wilks went ont to re-
connoitre.
Alter dinner he established himself o,
deck-chair in the veranda, and, rev.
erently lighting Trichinopoly, abol.
ished all thoughts Of his nephew, and
gave himself up to lazy contemplation
of the effect of the moonlight on the
sea. But he was little more than hall
way through with his first cigar when
Wilks marcned up, saluted, and came to
attention. The Colonel was little short
of breath, especially after dinner, SO
he merely nodded bis head and said:
"Well?"
"Mr. Charles is At the Porpoise, sir"
Anybody with hims'
"No, sir"
.,Didn't see you. did heT
The Colonel paused to think over tbs
Jews. His Trichinopoly was three
quarters gone; so he hurled the stump
into the darkness and watched it turn
over and over on the gravel, emitting O
shower of sparks like a squi5. Then he
carefully lit another cigar, and, with
deep sigh-for he loved his ease-said:
"Call me at s tomorrow, Wilks. Good
night"
"Good night, sir"
Next morning Colonel Turner put hl-
3oor little plan into action. Soon after
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