Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-05-15


@ he called his bricks and mortar mon
strosity. We paused. Wewere friends,
dear old friends, by this time. I knew
that she was nineteen, and that she loved
nothing in the world so much as hei
bull terrier pup, except her father and
her brother Bob, and she knew every
detail of my uneventful life OF sever
and twenty summers.
She asked me to come in; papa
would want to thank me, she said.
found papa genial enough. slbsS
somewhat condescending. ''The young
man from the bank" I afterward
found he called me, although my name.
Ernest Wynter, was known to him,
and he himself had begun life as mill
hand at six shillings . week. Still ]
was allowed to visit at Darlington Hall
and to play tennis with the girls. and
every day I grew more abjectly in love
with Ella, whose unaffected charm OF
manner no parvenu surroundings could
impair.
OF course dared not speak of my
fove to her. In my position that WAS
out of the question. could only try
to kiss the dogs head just after her
lovely lips had rested there, and to
detsin her hand as long as possible In
greeting and parting from her.
Yet she must have guessed something
Of what felt; for she took me one day
into the kitchen garden away from the
children, and there, looking at me
With lovely, tear-dimmed eyes, she
suddenly remarked:
81 am SO unhappy. Mr.. Wynter
Papa wants me to marry Alderman Sin
John Westbury. He is nice old
thing, and papa says I shall be Lady
Mayoress. But I think he is quite as
fond of my sister Bertha as he is of me,
and-I am in love with some one else. y
The look with which she accom-.
panied her last words was revelation.
She grew very red the next moment,
and began rapidly talking of something
else, while 1 like a fool, stood and
stared at her until her wretched young
broth ,r Bob came bawling down the
garden after her, and SO took my
chance of speaking from me.
For the rest of the afternoon Elli
avoided me, and, cursing my stupidity,
1 went home and wrote her the follow.
ing letter:
My DEAR MISS BARRINoToN I don't know
whether you will think me the most con
ceted ass alive for supposing that n few
words of yours to-day encouraged me to tel
you what meant to keep secret-that eve
since first met you. three months ago,
have been so madly in love with you that
can think of nothing else. But as my entir'
, income does not exceed $3.50 year hav'
thought 1t would be presumptuous to talk o
marriage to you, even had felt hopeful O
gaining your love. will not venture int,
your presence again until have heard from
you. Only, entreat of you, for the sake o
| our delightful friendship, II l have made
! mistake, and 1t is some one else whom yo,
/ love, not TO write to tell me what a fool hav
been. / shall understand and respect you
silence, and, much as l may suffer, I will no
/ intrude upon you again.
| Always. my dear Miss Darlington, wha
you wish me to be-your sincere friend o
your most devoted adorer.
ERNEST WYNTEn
I suppose other men have watche,
for the postman before now; but surel.
no man ever waited upon his footstep
as did for two whole weeks.
I Even at the end Of that time should
have gone on hoping, but for the fac
: that, meeting Ella and her sisters IL
the street, her manner toward me left
no doubt as to her decision; for
whereas the younger members OF the
family we're as friendly as ever, Ella
manner was chilling to a degree. She
would not even look at me, nor would
she shake hands when we parted.
own I was thoroughly miserable
and developed faculty for caustic ep
igrams at the expense of the sex il
general, writing several stories, en-
titled respectively, 'Jilted," ''N'
Heart" "a Coquette's Conquest" etc
! Then, one dreary November day,
met Mr.. Darlington in the streets o.
Richmond. He was unusually genial
and insisted upon my coming home t.
dinner with him.
"Never mind about Dress" he said
SIT is quite an unceremonious occa
sion. And, to tell you the truth,
shall be glad of strangers presence
to control the family weeping. NJ.
Ella leaves US tomorrow, as I suppose
you know, upon her marriage will
my friend, Sir John Westbury, the
future Lord Mayor of London"
No, did not know, and I coult
have gone home and blown my brains
out. But, instead, went to dinnel
with him, feeling that I must see Ellt
for the last time.
She was looking very lovely, bu
extremely pale, and her red-rimmet
eyes seemed to dwell on me reproach
iulIy. I could not congratulate her
The words stuck in my throat. 81
John Westbury wsls there, a Handsome
xell-msnnered man, who hardly looke
ais fifty years of age.
After dinner Ella stole out to take
'ong farewell of her precious Bull
Sir John objected to dogs on a honey
moon trip, and she feared she woul
be too nervous to attend to him in tn
morning.
Suddenly, as Sir John and Mr.. Ba,
,ington and brother Bob and l So
over our coffee and smoke, the dining
room door burst open and Ella flew i
in tremendous excitement, laughin
and crying hysterically.
In her hand she held RlOft som
dirty, crumpled pieces Of paper, an
1t her heels was Bull.
"Mr. Wynter! Ernest" |" she cried
'This letter. Is it from you? Whel
lid you write it? When did you SEN
it? Bull must have taken it from tn
hall table and buried it! It is date
month ago. and I have only jus
found it in the ground in front of hi
kennel Oh, please explain to pap
md Sir John. can't. II though
you didn't care about me, and that
why I was going to marry him"
All this happened three years age
Bertha is Lady Mayoress this yea,
and Ella Darlington is Ella Wynte,
the idol of my heart. And installed i
palstial kennel in the garden Of on
pretty home is my White. my onl,