Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-04-03


labor, and by the time the last car had
reached the end of that vast Jersey
City shed the train was at full speed,
bearing its precious freight say
precious because every one had full
pocket-book, and necessarily so-tc
Nhe Worlds Fair.
Unlike most men, travel without
either a silk skull-cap, smoking
jacket, duster, or pair Of home
made slippers, for my street clothes
and etceteras are comfortable enough,
and even if they were positive torture,
au-possessing vanity forbids that /
should make an uncomely spectacle of
my CAREFUL ly-adorned person, as some
oareless-of-appesrsnce sybarites are
ront to do in their journeyings. So,
without wasting time in getting into
deshabille, sank into the unoccupied
seat and viewed the passing landscape
until my head began to ache. Then I
turned my attention, not to book,
Sut to my fellow-passengers.
Sitting directly opposite me was {,
girl. One glance was enough to tell
me that she was divine in features,
form and dress. OF course, having
glanced once I glanced again, and at
The second glance thought detected
something familiar about her. Where
had seen her? The third glance
,olved the question.
Five years ago, when twenty-one, j
spent the summer at Richfield. and
there met Margie Fenton. Margie was
fair, with laughing eyes, cherry lips,
end . figure of willowy grace. Margie.
too, was rich-or, at least, her father
was. Can you blame me for falling in
love with her?
All, what q summer we spenti Rides,
Arrives, dances, dinners, luncheons,
tennis, moonlight rambles, and best OF
all, long talks in dark corners where
hands were clasped and vows of eternal
love were exchanged. And SO we lived
in elysium; the pleasures of each day
marred only by regret that its passage
brought the season nearer to its close
September 25th was the day set by
che Fentons for their departure. I
Aad to stay longer because my mother,
supreme in her ownership of the pocket
book, SO wished. Shall ever forget
the day? The train left in the early
forenoon, and with it went the sun
shine of my life, leaving me inconsol-
eble. My only comfort was in writ
ing letters. This did at the ratio of
Eve a day for one week; but as Mar
gle wrote only seven in that time, I,
fearing that I would annoy her,
dropped to the same number. We
kept it up for two months. Then she
began to skip day now and then, and
80 did I. After little her ardor was
represented by only two letters @
week; mine by the same number.
This rate WAS continued for about s.z
months. when all of n sudden sh.
.topped entirely, and I did likewise.
Thus ended the same old story.
However. her eyes, her lips and hel
figure had remained fresh in my Nom
ory. Glancing once more at her ncros!
the way felt almost certain that she
WAS Margie Fenton. There was sligh
change in her figure, to be sure. Sh'
hsd grown moro plump, as health.
girls are apt to do as the years go on
her hair, too, was probably a degree
lighter. but that often happens will
the druggists aid. But the nose, tn
eyes, the mouth, could not be mis-
taken in them. ''Yet, if it is she VIII,
doesn't she recognize me" I aske'
myself. "Surely she dossn't blam
me for breaking our summer engage
ment" She evidently did, however
for she never looked up from the boo,
she held before her, though she kne'
that I was intently watching her. Blu
this knowledge apparently caused he
10 annoyance, for her face wore
roguish smile, which could not ha~
been provoked by the contents of he
novel, since she was protesting to rea
"Jcss," and was looking ut the page
near its painfully sad end. So cam
% the conclusion that che was MarSic
qrite willing TO renew acquaintance
Dut wanting Tor mo TO make the ad
vance. This was ready to do. for tn
sieht Of her desr face aronsaA al m