Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-02-20

rou." She springs to her feet.
"Mr. Lauton!"
"Indeed I do, Hazel" as rise fror
~ place at her feet.
At this she retreats or rather ri
;empts it, but I am in the way and she
;urns to the Witch's ford. The stones
ire slippery from recent rains. She ii
trembling and slips when in the mid
lie. OF course she could not drown
out she could soil the dainty muslin
iress and spoil the pretty slippers. Sc
[ take her in my arms and carry hel
back. She struggles to free herself
wers me.
Finally she gives in and says:
81 do love you, Harry. There! Doe
hat satisfy you, You silly boy?" witt
wondrously tender look from tn,
right brown eyes.
The next day finds us at the san.
,lace, and as We throw ourselves OF
the bank, she with her head on Nap'i
1eck, she says:
"Harry, where will we live when
ire married."
start. Married. I see I have .
lard task before me. She does no,
seem to understand that this is merely
= summer pastime. How ignorant these
country girls are.
"My dear little girl, putting my arm
round her, "why look forward to the
morrow? Let it take care of itself"
"Yes; but we will be married som
lay, you know"
Listen, Hazel" say graveIy. "
m in no position to marry now. Let
Is love each other this summer. We
will enjoy every minute of the time
out when 1 go back to town we mnst
orget this. You will marry some one
Iome day who is worthy of you"
"Mr. Lauton! HarryI" with a pite
,us look.
L know it would never do to give in
a l say, firmly: 81 mean it, dear
We will be happy this summer and moi
ook forward to the winter"
"Ieave me-" she says, imperiously
4 want 10 be alone and think"
/ try to kiss her, but she waves m,
back. "NNot now," with q shake of her
lend, and go up the path. I am still
who're / can see her and hear as she
,lks to Nap.
"He doesn't love lis, Nap. He wa
,nly amusing himself. He doesn't care
bit how much he hurts us. Oh, Nap!
Sapl" and she puts her face down on
ne dog and cries bitterly.
This makes me feel very uncomfort
bic. I have just started toward her
when she raises her head, looks at the
log and says: az have an idea, Nap,
brilliant one. No, I am not going &c
ell 1t to you," rs the dog wags his
all IL sympathy, 'sbut we will get
ven with him, Nap, OF am not Haze;
Oeane"
She wipes her eyes and, calling tla
OF, walks slowly ho@sward. The
ears are still near her eyes, but I can
sec that thought is fast drying them.
/ draw back that she may not zee me
md do not 60 in until tea time.
The next day she grnvely asks me I,
/. will take walk, and 1 assent With
inward rejoicing.
'Nrr. Lauton, I wanted to tell yon
shat am very glad you said what you
id yesterday, as it opened my eyes to
he fact never really loved you, and
:ow don't follow, please, for Nap and
[ are going to take walk" and she
With smile on her face.
L stay for day or two longer, bu,
he spell is broken and no longer en-
;oy myself. One morning pack my
shinss, bid them all goodby and HE
ne back to town.
Uncle seems really glad to see me
md sends me to Detroit ON business.
IN gone about six weeks.
When come back he calls me into
me inner Office, and after expressing
himself well pleased with the success
Of my mission in Detroit says, after
playing with his watch guard few
minutes; "Ahem! Well, Harry, have
piece of news for you"
look at him in astonishment. H
Is actually blushing. Really, he does
not look as old as 1 thought he did. ]
I'll CuI iOuS W Hear tuS ucWS.
Yes, Harry, the old man is goins
to be married." and he looked at me
with a smile.
''Married!" I gasp. "To whom?'
"To an old friend of yours, ]
think."
1 rapidly run over in my mind al
ihe old maids and widows of my &C.
,uoipIopoa o,,d d;soor5 ~ ~, I'll -. 49,,
posterous.
'1 went down to Brookside farm
last week." he said, nervously.
A light breaks in upon my cloudeo
brain.
"Not to Hazel Deane? Not to Witcl
Iazel?" He laughs.
you've guessed it, my boy. W,
are to be married the 18th Of October
1t will be very quiet, as I have MOI
given my Witch much time, but
Harry" laying his hand on my shoul
der, "you will be there and wish tn,
Did man joy-eh, my boy?"
answer something, I know no,
what, and rush from the Office. see
IS in dream, curly brown head
pillowed on the neck of an Irish set
ter and hear q voice saying:
81 have an idea, brilliant one,
Sap. We viii get even some way"
j go home and read the poem which
interrupted at the brook. I read tn,
last verse twice:
Break, break, break,
At the foot OF thy crags, o seal
But the tender grace of q day that Is dead
Will never come back to me.
--chicago NewA