Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-10-23

ifoped about the ring in pursuance O.
ihe girls voice in its guiding repe
ition of the name; he was given mis-
eading hints and pushed rough hly il
vrong directions. Now and again b,
ras near to her, and once he hst
iouched her, but she darted away, re,
. With running and ge~ping with largh
'er, and withal half frightened as sn.
watched him helplessly struggling, 81
oug and so fruitlessly that the ful
:ose high and wild. "She's right be
lind you'll" ''Here she Is, I'll hol,
ler. "W'y, just put out you
lantl |" He was bewildered and dizzy
md could no more identify the voices
hat badgered him, and had SO lost hi
bearings that he could not remembel
low the yard looked. He heard he
weakened voice at his elbow ant
.lutched at her, and failing to touch
,er, pulled the band from his dazet
,yes in desperation and sprung aftel
Ter, amid hooting mirth. She broke
through the ring and ran painting.
md he followed. ''Kiss her when you
ret her |" laughter-hoarsened voices
ihouted after him. He blundered
through a fower-bed and on into the
darkness, and caught her crouched
against fence, and, his face relaxing,
pulled her up in his long arms and
ollowed his instructions.
When they got home, at twelv,
,'clock, Mr.. Wilson was sitting il
Waiting for them. He came to the
loor when he heard them, and down
he steps, which were white with
heavy frost. At noon there would be
,lowing warmth, but the night, clear
Is bell, had wintry sharpness; Aus.
in's buggy wheels creaked as hs
>alted. He came up the path WITH
ellen, and Mr.. Wilson met him at tn,
,ottom step.
"Come in, come right in!" he said.
iustin stared. The sitting room fire
lad gone out, and Mr.. Wilson mad
pinned the table cover around hi.
leck he had once or twice dozed, and
his hair was rumpled and his eyei
blinking. He drove the confoundet
roung man in before him.
He had an object, planned in all
seriousness and patiently waited for.
.e had laid out his newspaper on the
pared table, and he sat down and took
up and fell into talk. His theme
vas the coming election, and he en-.
iered upon a mild political discussion,
iouching one point after another, AMI
.eading extracts. For once his ready
lumor failed him; in his compunc-
iious anxiousness he saw no farcical-
ty in his proceeding. He had a slowly
cautious manner; above all there was
10 trace of jocundity; and he paused
presently and submitted a point to
lis hearer. He only stared, and move
,earer the door-he had not sat down ;
md before Mr.. Wilson could prevent
t he had, with an indistinct word, got
himself out.
Ellen hurried close to her father
md grasped his arm in an excited
remble; her involuntary breathless
augh was of open happiness.
Spa" she gasped, '.Pm going to
garry him. Pa, he's asked me TOT
The next morning Mr.. Wilson went
,oking covert way around the cellar
nd pantry till he had got together a
basket of the best apples, and started
Up the street with them. He stoppe
nd leaned on the Brewsters' fence and
alked to Austin for little, with that
wkwardness of uncongeniality which
ould never be less; and then ne Went
IN and took the apples to Miss Nash.
Frank Leslie's Weekly.