Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-05-01

that passage of Pope. about which yol
are SO mistaken, and there found TIN
squire, eating his breakfast at ter
o'clock"
Winton muttered something inarticu
lately
Then he told me that Mrs. Ruthven
Lord and Lady Dorrington and LOT oi
people were coming To stay. that he wai
going to give grand ball to town and
country folk, and to have great doinGS
So. mind. Mr.. Winton, you are not TO run
away shabbily. but stay. like self-sacri
icing Christian. and dance with me-
Winton glanced ut her, a slow smile
frightening his face.
And when | have sacrificed myself
he said, you will show me your card
filled up with the names of the colder
Youths who hover about you?"
That is a base LIBEL At all events,
shall have no court of Eton boys and
'ueli-ibles surrounding me here"
"Marsden is an extraordinary fellow
resumed Winton, thoughtlessly. The
last time l saw him, early in July, he of.
fered me the shooting here, while wa,
staying with my aunt and the canon, anI
svorc he hated the place. and would nevc,
see Evesleigh again if he could help it."
How unuccountable." cried Mrs. LES
TRANCE 1T is such Il sweet old place
and looks so lovely in autumn
Yes! Do you remember our nuttini
expeditions when l WAS home thirteea
years ago.
Il do, indeed" said Mrs. L'Estrange
With quick sigh.
Have You been thirteen years in In
dia without once coming hOme:" exclaim'
ed Miss L'Estrange. Il wonder you hav'
any skin left
Il had nothing to come home for. Whe,
MarsGen was in India tiger hunting
saw good deal of him. He was prime
favorite, in great request. They said
that the rich Miss Guthrie was Desperate
" annoyed not to have met him before
she had pledged herself to her cousin
But as Marsden was only presented TO bel
Il couple of days before the wedding, ever
the charming Celia could not affect an
exchange"
Don't you like Mrs Ruthven, that you
speak ill-naturedly 2" said Miss LES
TRANCE, looking up from the complicated
stjtchery with which she was covering
the pattern of handkerchief. Il thoughs
her nice and sympathetic, she was very
Kind To me-
she is undoubtedly charming WON.
en-. may have the bad taste not to like
ler. that is nothing TO the point"
1T is odd! | am afraid you have grown
cynical" returned Mrs. L'Estrange, gent.
ly.
Il don't think l have"
Celia" repeated Nora, what an un
usual name"
Yes: | wonder where old Guthrie
found i'll 1t could not have been hel
mothers, for she was Portuguese half
CASTE"
Yet Mrs. Ruthven is fair" urged Mrs
L'Estrange.
~ caprice of nature, she will darker
Qs she grows older
How long has she been widow
asked Mrs. L'Estrange.
About two years. She left India after
poor Ruthyen's death, and wandered OF
tAe Continent till she could doff her weeds
Marsden ought to marry her; she ha.
money enough to put him straight. if, n.
some say, he is little dipped"
He must know that, for he has some
thing to do with her property has he notE
said Mrs. LEstrance.
He is one of her trustees" returned
Winton. The other, an old friend of hei
fathers, died last year. This projected
visit and the ball looks as if Marsden wa,
not going to let so rich prize slip through
ais fingers"
Il don't think the Gquire is mercenary,'
said Nora, thoughtfully, letting her worA
Irop into her lap.
Perhaps not" replied Winton, care
l.Ssly Are you going to spend this fnl
lay in the house, Miss I-'Estrange?"
No, l am going TO the village. l al
ways give poor old Mrs. Sykes an houI
or two in the week. She is the black,
.mith's mother, and is quite blind"
You have soon fallen into Englist;
country ways" said Winton, looking
s..adiIy at her. "Arc you undertaking
ne part of Lady Bountiful!''
That l cannot, for excellent reasons,
she returned, laughing, "and l am sorry
TO say l do not like visiting among the
poor. / always feel 1 am intruding, anc
many of them SO soon begin to take wha'
YOU do as q right, or cringe and whine
Oh! it is so hard to know how best tc
help them; their lot is hard. l wonder
they do not hate the rich more bitterly
than they do; l should, l am sure. Life
altogether is terrible puzzle
Then don't go and read to this ole
woman in her stuffy room; come, both o,
you, and escort me back through Ewes
leigh Woods. They are looking theiI
best"
Nora colored slightly, but shook he,
head.
Il must not disappoint poor old Betsy
I really believe my reading is n pleasure
to her, and like it, too; she Is womar
of strong character and great intelligence
She and her son are Northumbrians, and
he is a very stern, masterful sort of man
I should not like to be his wife"
DO you intend to rule your future hus
band, Miss L'Estrange|
Il have no distant intentions respectihi
that great unknown; but am quite srIt
that equality Is the soul of love and friend.
ship. Now" rising, II must start. Wher
is yesterdays Times Helen? My blind
old friend prefers a newspaper to tb'
Bible"
If you will not os.ort me I will escor
Tou," said Winton.
with or without my leave?" exclaimed
Nora, holding up finger warningly.
Winton laughed.
"If you are graciously pleased to per
nit me-" he added.
Very well, you may come and she
left the room.
Winton looked gravely after her for
moment, his brows slightly knit a. II he
were puzzled-not agreeably puzzled.
Then he turned to Mrs. L'Estrange, and
said abruptly:
1T is rather unusual to see steP-mothel
and daughter on such good terms. They
generally hate each other like poison.
suspect your nature sweetens the mix
ture; you were always bit of an angel"
Sou are too datteyipS, and YQp do not