Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-02-20

SiE~ cation. Uncle
m ESSs was always very
MNxtGSA, good to me anc
w&Hk1LS gave me July and
eaa,aA s n August of eacl
Mz9V year in which t.
recuperate and prepare for the lone
winter weeks Of hard work.
L am at work in my uncle's countin.
house and generally supposed to bs
his heir, as he has neither kith mol
kin except myself So walked into
the private Office that Saturday after
noon and gave him my address in case
he should want me at any time.
That's right, my boy" he said, ms
he read the address. "Brookside
Farm, HollowdaIe lam glad you are
going IN for quiet instead of hothouse
flowers and midnight Dances" refer
ring to my last years designations al
Long Branch. ':And now, 1 dare say,
you will want some money, even IL
that out-of-the-way place. Here ii
your salary for the next two months
Oh, bother the thanksl' as l attempt
ed to speak. ''Now be off with yor
and enjoy yourself. Be sure You arr
back by September 1, andy the
way, how do you get to this Brooksid'
Farm?"
Somewhat surprised, gave him tn
directions, aud was still more aston
ished when he said: 81 may run dowI
some Friday night and stay over Sun
day with you. Jersey milk and butte,
never hurt me. Well, goodby, my
boy, and steer clear of the summeJ
girls," with twinkle in his eye.
Ten o'clock that night finds me jol,
ing over country roads in marie
wagon, drawing deep draughts o
country air and listening to the cheer
full chirping of crickets. Soon we turn
into a pretty lane, hedged on botl
sides with. small crabapple trees. Still
another turn, and we draw up in from
of little, old, gabhd farm house
covered with pretty green vines ant
climbing roses.
To tell the truth, I saw very littl
of it that night and at that hour, bu'
I was up early the next morn
ing and out on an explor
ing expedition. The house was built
on a small knoll, and through tn
clover field at the back found path
Following it slowly 1 came upon
small, pebbly brook, dancing in tn
sun as it rushed over the pebbles, an
now lettering, as if loath to leave til
shade of the dropping willows. As !
watched it L softly repeated Tenny
sons lines:
chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
bubble into eddying bays;
babble on the pebbles.
With many 4 curve my banks fret
By many 4 field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow weed and maliow.
This little stream wound in and ont,
shaded here and there by graceful.
dropping willows, whose branches
swayed and kissed their shadows in the
water. l wandered along, drinking IL
the pure, fresh air and revelling in the
unexpected sights and beauties of tho
place. Now | espy tiny ford in the
shape of a half-dozen stepping stones.
which soon land me on the other side
] would have explored farther, but NJ
unmistakabie sensation in the rcqoI
of my heart proclaims that breakfas'
must be nearly ready, go I slowly re
trace my steps and find mine hos
anxiously looking for me and jus
about to ring the bell used on week
lays to call the farm hands in.
Mine host is genial old chap O.
perhaps fifty, and his wife, Mrs. Per.
kins, is n motherly soul of about tn.
same age. 1 follow them into tn,
cool, vineshaded dining room ant
find new member of the family. 4
pretty, bright-eved. b-owr .":-~d
maid is singing little snatches of song
w she feeds two fluffy yellow canaries.
.'My niece, Hazel, Mr.. Lnuton." ]
bow and then involuntarily glance
around the room, evidently dining ant
sitting room combined. What pretty
room it is, with its old-fashioned ras
carpet, the pretty chintz-covered sofa
n great, deep loungin- chair near tbs
window covered with the same coo
stuff and the table with its snowy GOV
ering.
The dear old motherIy lady sits OF
me side, the pleasant faced farmer OPP
posite, and down at the other end
bright face with rosy cheeks ant
roguish eyes. Yes, I am sure I shall
enioy my holiday. How delicious tn,
,risp rolls, yellow butter and thicl
cream were. Why cannot such thing
70 found in the city?
eve alwaysgo to the meeting hous,
every Sunday, Mr.. Lauton," said Mrs
Perkins, "and if you would like to g
nth us we should like it right WE'LL
I look at pretty Hazel and make uI
ay mind to go. Ye gods What
sermon that old man did give US. Tw'
hours and n quarter by my watch die
te preach.
Poor old mani How sorry felt TO
iim as he wiped the perspiration from
bis face and thundered forth again
The sermon Was about Abraham ana
Isaac, and will be honest and say
that in spite Of the length of his dis
course the simple old man drew tear
from the congregation rs he pictured
The sublime faith of Abraham and hi,
trust in his God.
declined the ride home in the oil,
,arry-all and strolled homeward, mind
jul of Mr.. Perkins's last instruction
Mind you're back in time for dinner.
he don't have bnt two meals on Sun