Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-05-29

ieet, amid the talk and laughter {
many voices.
The brilliant lights cast long shsd
ows over the beach and out on tn
tossing waves.
The tide of humanity surged up An,
down the steps and on the beach; al
ways the old story Of restless feet an
restless hearts.
The candelabra cast a bright glo,
npon the golden head of a girl who's
yellow gown matched her hair. A lov
musical laugh, q soft, sweet voice
whose tones occasionally in the lull O
confusion fiosted to the ears Of q gen
tleman leaning idly over the window
seat, added fascination to q presence
Of undenisble beauty. There was tn,
usual scarcity of men as at every sum
mer resort, but it was never Mis-
Dane who lacked ar attendant. Ant
Julian King. who listened and glanced
toward her from time to time as tn,
sound of her low laugh drifted hi
way, smil.d cynically, distrustfully.
"a shallow butterfly" he was say
ing to himself. 'Perhaps Miss Dan.
thinks to repeat this summer her tri
umphs of last year, hero at the sam'
hotel. She begins we'll"
He turned toward the beach for
solitary stroll. Perhaps his thought.
were not the most cheerful The pleas
ant mouth under the dark mustsche
Was not smiling SO agreesbly now, and
the frank blue eyes, usually merry,
were darkened till they seemed almost
black. lyon are = fool, Julian King,
he said to himself, candidly.
And he had thought the same thing
.sst year, also.
As time passed Julian King Was one
day presented to Miss Dane. He had
not sought an introduction-hsdr rather
tried to avoid it, and while they met
occasionally there was peculiar ch.lli
ness about the manner of each, An in
tuitive recognition OF aversion, though
he treated her with no discourtesy mol
in any manner unbecoming q gentle
man.
The hotelwas ringing with the gossip
of Miss Helen Danes beauty, heI
sweetness, her grace and gowns. Money
in plenty was the accompaniment Of
this Western beauty. An aust from
Boston, intellectual and also wealthy,
chaperoned her lovely niece. Julian
King heard the gossip whispered by
the breezes. A favorite at the hotel,
his yacht, his horses and his good
nature were usually to be depended
on. The girls all liked him and the
matchmaking mammas were extremely
affnble. But while his amiability wal
unvaried, his susceptibility seemed
non-existent. Beyond genial friend.
illness his manner fatty declines to be
coa1ed.
There was one day in each week
which he spent in town on plea OF
business. Nothing would indnce him
to forego this, nor to put off his affairs
till next day. Thursdays were Julian
Kings town days.
One of the last yachting parties O.
the season WAS got up by Mrs. Burton,
Kings especial friend, who called her.
self his chaperone. 1t was to be par.
ticularly pleasant and was as well
planned as usual. But, alasl on the
Wednesday appointed . storm came
up in the morning and prevented the
party. Great was the discontinue o1
the would-be sailors.
"Never mind" said King; go to.
morrow. at will surely be clear"
"And you will be here?" asked Mrs.
Burton.
NO." he said. "But that need not
interfere, take the boat anyhow. I'll
have to miss the fun. You had best
not delay later than tomorrow, for
this weather is getting 20 uncertain. 3"
Remain he would not, though they
playfully teased and begged him to
iepute his town business to others.
Only Helen Dane gazed seaward, qui.
.tly, Indifferent as to his going or stay
ing. though she herself WAS included
IN Mrs. Burton's party.
So the next day the gay yachting
party went without him, and they en-
ioyed themselves very much in spite
Of his absence.
In the train, speeding to town,
Julian King WAS reading a newspaper.
tndifferently he put it down at last
and fell to thinking. Coldly his gaze
Travelled over the heads of his fellow
passengers. In the seat directly in
front of him WAS a woman closely
yelled. Her complete black attire
gave her the appearance of being in
mourning. There WAS something fas-
about the self-possessed still.
aess of the graceful figure in black.
A child across the aisle was swing
ing upon the arm Of the seat. She
leaned forward and gave King An i'm
pertinent tap on the arm. He hardly
noticed it. A face rising from the
nists of yellow gauze, a sweet, proud
lace, was framed upon the background
of the woman in black. When tho
train reached the station he pulled
himself up with Jerk
Shallow" he had been thinking.
and frivolous?"
The throng at the station, and the
,racticability of edging his way
through as quickly as possible, put
,ther thoughts and visions speedily
but of his mind. Had his friends be-
lclu uluu hDOut ~ y ClOCh, tucy WOuAu
perhaps have wondered at his business
For that hour found
him passing toward the noisy alleys
Ind byways of the poorest part Of the
great city, touching shoulders with
reeling drunkard at times, past rib
.ldry and vice and wretchedness.
Down by the West Wharf there was
! little throng waiting for him, little
Ehrong of especially invited guests.
who were to be taken on the river tn
The bay, where the noise and heat OF
The city were left far behind and the
infinite calm of the great ocean brought
. days bliss-a day all too short.
His guests were not those in elegant
yachting costumes, such as he had left
that day at the hotel but were meanly
clad, and many women carried babies
in their arms, and there we're ragged
children clinging to the ragged skirts
If the mothers.