Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-06-12

"Check to your king" said Mrs. LES.
TRANCE at last. "You are not playing
your best, Mr.. Winton: IL It negligence
or politeness? No, you cannot move
there, you are still in check. nor there
1T Is chcckmate!' replied Winton:
well and quickly done. too!'
Then I may speakV' cried Nora.
There Is paragraph in the paper about
the robbery. will read it. The mys-
terry which enshrouds tho great jewel
robbery Is still unsolved; but. although
We must on no account betray the secrets
of the police, It IL perhaps admissible to
state that faint clew has at length been
found. which in the experienced hands of
a certain famous officer may, indeed will.
probably, load to the detection of the vii
lains whose dastardly attack almost cost
| Its object Q serious illness. We are hap-
~ to state that Mrs. Ruthven has very
J nearly recovered tho effects of the shock
to her nervous system, and Is about to
proceed to Italy for change of air and
scene.'"
(Which means" said Winton, rising
that tho penny-a-liner knows nothing,
and has no chance of knowing anything
When these fellows are most profoundly
ignorant, they assume the greatest know
ingness. But 1t is late! If you will
allow me, will say good night, and
mako my way to the stables. I can be
my own groom"
"Oh! Roberts Is in. am sure, having
talk In tho kitchen. He is our body
guard now: he will bring your horse
round" Mrs. HEstrange rang as she
| spoke, and ordered Mr.. Winton's horse.
what a dresdfully dark night! said
Nora, going to the open door a few min.
utes after, while Winton said good -bys
to Mrs. LEstrangc. "It Is raining, too.
I am afraid you will get very wetv'
There was genuine kindly interest in
the eyes raised to his.
IF you care whether I am wet or dry.
alive or dead, shall be Obliged to Inv
aside my armor," said Winton smiling, as
his hand closed on hers with lingering
pressure, SO close, so warm, that II sent
an electric thrill of surprise through her
heart. shall como tomorrow to report
myself, and bring you the History of
Blnnkshire' We were speaking of. Good.
night" And tho sound of his horses
tread soon died away.
Il have such q headache, Helen. I
think I shall SO to bed-do you mindY"
mo; by no means. I would rather
sleep than listen to that moaning wind.
hope We may have news of some kind
from Lady Dorrington or Clifford Mnr,.
den tomorrow. The world seems to
hnve left US stranded here"
They bid each other goodnight and sep
arated.
But Nora sat long pondering, her elbows
on her dressing table, her head on her
hands. thinking with a startled, sudden.
ly awakened. sense Of alarm Of the Gu.
rious influence Mark Winton. without the
smallest apparent effort on his pnrt. had
gained over her.
From the first hour they met, he had
attracted her unaccountably. He was
not eood-looking, or particularly agrcea.
BILE or aattering. He was, on the con.
trary, silent, slightly abrupt, and decid.
edly uncompromising; yet to Nora there
was veiled pathos in his eyes, and an utter
unconsciousness Of himself, that rave
digniied simplicity to his manner. She
was always wondering what he thought
and how this or that would strike him.
Then, when he gradually came to talk
to her Of books. and topics of the dusty
track of conventional clatter. the sincerity
of his opinions, the tone Of calm, clear
common sense which pervaded his conver-
sation, delighted and refreshed her.
Strange to say, despite her recognition
Of his strength and self f-sufIiciency, Mrs.
LEstrange's story Of his lonely youth
his resolute struggle for fortuns-had
touched a chord of tender pity in her
heart; and In short before she was aware
that he was more than nn interesting
acquaintance, Morn was in love with him.
(To be continucd)