Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-01-23
The rea.prown eyes, which matched LIE .

LIE at ALL With gesture born 0f
. new courage and q. new delight, sh
! threw back her head and looked up q
her companion. She wanted to maxi
sure he was following her thoughts
he looked back at her without smiling
but with perfect comprehension. Ane
from somewhere there came q wave Of
warmth, delicate and touched with ,
,entient joy, and passed over her body
and seemed, somewsy, to bring with II
3 perfume and o song, and all the pic
lures SWAN for q moment in . COLDER
haze fairer than that any Of the artists
,ad put ON their mountain tops.
i Youth is an alchemist. He will max.
gold for one any moment, if he il
1nly given the right materials
To follow the evolution of SOUL.
who can do that?
One day came when these two pee
pie were saying always:
cit is the last day."
i Anyone who could have heard these
unspoken words and the sorrow o.
them would have supposed that on the
morrow creation would be destroyed
That day whatever they said was dip
pant. They did nothing but jest.
"Has anyone ever been over ther>
Ito the south end of the grounds, .
Mary asked. Ingersoll shook his head
loubtingly.
81 hear they are thinking Of send
ing for Stanley" he said. ''They
want to know if he wouldn't be willing
to penetrate them"
They got endless amusement from
the people. Mary could tell wheneve,
she met any one who was on his ''hrs'
iay." They did the Midway Plais
ance that day. The four ends of thu
sarth seemed to have been swept to
gether and dumped here. It was won
derful. It swept down little patriotic
distinctions and all narrow thoughts o.
locality. These men from the Soudan
these mighty women from Dahomey,
these dancers from Asia Minor, these
sallow men from the spice-perfumed
isle of Java, these Eskimo women who
held their babies close in their arms,
these dreamy eyed Bedouins, thes.
! languid Turks-were they not all the
,ame? To live, to love, to laugh. te
hope, to weep, to d1e-what difference:
'Tis the same from Martinique to
Madagascar Someway. Mary had
never thought of that before. The
world was getting very large to her
And it was the last dayl
That night she stayed on the grounds
instead of leaving at O'Clock, As she
had previously done. She wanted to
see the great basin lit by electricity.
Ingersoll invited her to supper, and
.hey ate together in the Polish restau-
rant, though since they had an Irish
stew, they might as we'll have eaten
anywhere else. But they didn't much
notice what they ate.
The light was not yet quite out o
he sky, when 100, 900 persons stood
together in silence around the still
lagoon that runs from the Administra-
ltion Building, waiting-waiting for 8
thing so much part and parcel OF
this century that never can the ono be
spoken of in ages to come and be dis
associated from the other. The sky
was q cold blue. Against it the ex-
1uisite building with dome, and slop.
ing lines, and statue and tower, out
lined themselves clearly and delicately.
Beyond the peristyle the blue lake
cleaned, and in the east there hung a
star. The great white mountain poured
IT'S musical streams of water down the
cleaning steps. The gondolas drifted
back and forth noiselessly on the
lagoon. Schubert's "Serenade," OF
ali things in the world, came softly
lown through the space, throbbina
With passion.
Suddenly there was transforms
don. From white dome and peristyle.
from colonnade and waters edge, from
pillar and freize, cleaned out in one
startling second innumerable point.
Of fire, bright as gold, piercing in theil
Intensity.
1t was the climaxi This was tn
best the century had done. This
magic thing, born in the clouds, har.
messed, tanned, trained. subjugated,
made mans best messenger, his H.
uminator, his intelligencer, his
motive power-electricity---the ma
:erial triumph of the age!
Whittier than ever looked the build
nes, colder and bluer than ever the
arching sky. And like million neal
familiar stars cleaned the incandescen'
lights, and from the heart OF the
lagoon poured the waters, lit with fire
and tinted like the rainbow.
If it had been any other time il
| might not have meant SO much to the
two people who stood there among the
throng in silence watching 1t. But a.
it was---well, as it was, the beauty and
the throbbing serenade, and the mar
| vel of it all, and the subtle, thrilling
magnetism of the great crowe
brought about an emotion no more t.
be restrained than the falling Of th'
green waters over the Niagara. Inger'
soil stood beside the chair ant
dropped q hand on that Of Mary. Sh'
| did not look up. She had known h
was going to do it.
"How long could you be patient,
he said, softly, "a year?'
"a thousand years"
It WAS hard that there shoul1 have
been . hundred thousand person
present. Though, come to think of it
one spectator would have been Just a
bad.
"I won't mind the old dcurmudgeon,
she said. She meant the man sh
worked for.
I'll write every day." he said. H.
instinotly offered . compensation.
The people on the great porches o
the Administration Building wer
shouting their applause of the scene
below. The torches famed aroune
them and made them look like brown
les, as they threw up their arms AM
waved their hats. 1ngersou and Mar.
watched them, with their hands claspe'
light.
"It'n take me year to finish col
lege," he said. "You know what
told you about my prospects,. thin
I'm a very fortunate fellow"
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