Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-03-06

dropped in.
Eyes, one Of you boys has got te
&c" Marcus Loring appended. Your
dads are too old to be driving over the
country after school-ma' ans"
"Where is she?" Wade Loring in.
quired, lazily.
Wade had "clerked it" in larger
town, and wore better clothes thar
any fellow in West Cary, and held
very complacent opinion of himself.
Olives down to Trenton, his fathe,
responded.
"And what does she look ike?'
Wade demanded.
He was smoking a cigarette.
IF she's good-looking, you know
might think of it
s'Pease hired her," said Mr.. OIds,
s'and he's the only one that's seen
her"
Mr.. Pease was looking at Wade
Loring with shrewd eyes, which
twinkled little.
oval" he said, drily, "she aint
much to look at. A leetle too tall in
the first place, and kind O. --j'inted
yes, kind O. bony. Don't ,now as
can tell jest how she looks; didn't
look at her no more'n I cold help.
She amt no beauty. Reckon she's
nigh on to forty. Malvina Fletcher's
her name"
excuse me-" said Wade Loring.
with laugh. you'll have to con-
vey my deep regrets to MAlvins
Fletcher, Burt. my boy"
But Burt Olds followed him ont O.
the barn, looking anxious. He stood
in some awe of Wade-of his self-cou-
fident air, his dressiness, his popu.
larity with the girls.
'1f one of US has got to go, Wade,
you'd do me an immense favor hf
began.
'I can't do it, my boy" said Wade,
decisively. "Drive fourteen miles and
fourteen miles back again with an old
trump? That isn't mel"
at will use up day about" Bur,
insisted, land I'm SO busy with my
onions I can't spare a day. If my
crops going to amount to anything,
it's got to be attended to right along.
know You aren's busy just now"
"Have a cigarette?" said Wade.
''No? Well, I Ican't do it, Burt. Sorry,
you know, but really I couldn't"
And he sauntered away.
Burt's father joined him later In hi.
fsithfully-teuded onion field, where
Burt was pulling weeds.
'fWade won't 60 will he?" he said
oval, I'd go if could, Burt, but
don't know what a twenty eight mile
drive would do to my rheumatism. J
can't stand riding lately, somehow"
'Tll go, father" Burt said cheer
fully.
He was quiet, modest young fel.
low, who tried to do the right thing,
and was not ashamed of having it seen
that he tried to.
he faised his handsome blue eyes
and smiled at his regretful parent.
You're a good boy, Burt" said his
father, warmly.
The West Cary school was to begi,
the next Monday. At two o'clock, on
Saturday afternoon, Burt drove up Q
shady street in Tenton village, and
hitched his horse before an inviting
little house painted in dull green, with
a pretty porch, and a little bed Of
foliage plants, and a hammock.
A handsome, middle-aged woman
answered his ring.
eyes, tLis is Mr.. Fletcher's." she
Iaid.
T come from West Cary" Burt e1.
planned.
"Ah. yssi Malvins has been expect
ing you." the lady answered, smiling.
"Wil you take this porch chair while
Tou wait?- It is cooler here"
''Malvina's her husbands sister. ]
suppose" Burt thought, and whistled
,oftl y while he waited.
He had but five minutes to wait, and
then a str6hge thing occurred
A slender young girl, with chestnut
hair crimped around her delicate face,
with bright, dark eyes and vivid col
bring, tripped out Of the house, and
shook hands with him in the friendliest
way.
II was all ready, you see," she said
md her quick smile made two distinct
dimpls4 ''Good-by, Toni" She
hugesa and kissed fourteen-year-old
boy Who had brought out a big sat.
,hel. "Good-by, mammal" another
warm embrace. ''Tm coming home
next Saturday on the morning train,
md I'll get back somehow. I'll write
10 You before then. Good-byi"
burt took the satchel, and followed
The affectionate family group down the
walk. He felt dazed.
EHA did not know 1ka1tly Khet he xa.