Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-04-03

: old Affection, and renewed the bond
/ which wore with such pleasure in the
days gone by.
While sat trying to muster up
courage to address her, and just about
the time I had succeeded, the porter
came through the train announcing,
Luncheon now ready in the dining
carl" The words acted upon my
divinity with astonishing celebrity. She
dropped her book, utterly regardless
of her place, and rising from her seat
without even glancing in the mirror
that are 80 numerous in Pullman cszs,
passed out with q smile, but never q
look in my direction. My first i'm.
pulse was to follow her, but on second
thoughts I decided differently. She
i answered the porter's call with such
avidity reasoned that her hunger was
her first consideration for the nonce (;
| and when q girl is hungry there is o
woeful lack Uf sentiment about her.
So I was still, framing a conversation
for later use. thought of many
pretty things to say; then thought
| of many more. An age seemed to have
passed, but still she ate.
I glanced over railroad-guide
which was stuck in n frame near the
door; then I glanced over it again
but she kept on eating. I walked to
i the other end of the car and dropped
into seat which was occupied by
newspaper, from which I read adver-
tisements-but still she ate. I locked
at my watch; she had been gone forty
five minutes. elbow can SO lovely a
creature have so vulgar an appetizer"
I said, almost aloud. "Why, I
wouldn't" A ray of sunshine shiv-
cred the car. I looked up. and there
she was. I gathered my courage,
gave q hasty thought to my pretty say
ings, and with a beating heart walked
up to her and said:
81 beg your pardon, but are you not
Miss Fenton, Miss Margie Fenton, OF
New York;"
She gazed up into my face, and as
the color slowly mounted her cheeks,
and a hundred little imps played
games in her eyes, replied: '.No; but
I've been mistaken for her very, very
often"
Twas "set fiat back'-as the inele
CANT but forcible colloquialism has it
and could only stammer: "Par-
pardon me. Pray don't think me for.
ward, will you?"
"My no, quite the contrary. Mis-.
Fenton was very pretty girl, and to
be taken for her is quite fattering.
She was also desr friend of mine, and
if you were acquainted with her that
is sufficient recommendation. Won't
you be seated?" And here the hun
dred little imps tuggel at her pretty
mouth until they had arched it in n
most mischievous smile. She removed
the books and boxes which Uttered the
seat beside her, saying that l preferred
riding backward, which was the truth
Il wanted to study her face.
This she seemed to understand, fol
taking heavy veil from her satchel,
she tied it about her face just low
low enough to conceal her eyes, giving
as an excuse for her action that the
jarring of the train loosened her curls.
There is something mysterious about
you, my lady, I thought, as l hastily
glanced at her traps in the hope of as
certaining her name. She watched me
closely, and just as my eye caught
sight OF the little silver plate on her
hand bag she reached for it and placed
it plate downward in her lap. Her
object was so apparent that it embar-
rassed us both very much, but being
man 1 recovered more quickly than
she, and set trap.
"You snatched that satchel as though
1 were thief, Miss-Miss-"
She took the bait. 'sNot Miss AZ
ALL" she replied, "but Mrs.-Mrs.
Tommy Trenton Trix."
''Then you are married?" And hall
my interest in this pretty woman went
out with the question.
eyes; and Miss Fenton was Mt my
wedding" She was silent moment,
and then continued: ~ neileve, TOO,
that that was the last social event sh'
ever attended"
There seemed to be touch of sad
ness in her voice. All kinds of horrible
things suggested themselves to my
mind. The love OF the summer OF 1888
came rushing upon me with cyclonic
force. With gigantic effort man
aged to ask: 'Is she dead?"
Mrs. Tommy Trenton Trix raised
her veil and soiemnly answered:
'No; married.
"To whom?'
Those hundred little inps were nov
holding high carnival. Her eyes
beamed; her pretty lips were parted
with impish mirth; even the dimples
in her cheeks seemed to smile as she
measuredly replied:
"To - Mr.. - Tommy - Trenton =
Trix."
"Then you were" But here tn.
iining-car man entered, crying: LAS
call for luncheon"
1 hope Mrs. Tommy Trenton TriA
did not hold the watch on me, for l
was gone for many, many hours. Sor-
row is good bit like cat-it's rather
hard to drown. That's what kept me
SO long.-Frank Leslie's Weekly.