Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1896-12-23


again and again n I thought I Nigh
win Rose In the end. Speak up for me
won't you, Colonelr
III q favorable moment comes, bu
don't see what my recommendation
can do for you"
Hasn't she known you all her life
and doesn't she think you worth any
number of young fellows put tOgeth
erT said Rawden. The chief subJecl
Of conversation when we dance oI
when we sit out together seems to bt
the perfections of Colonel Clither0e
and I've had to tell her all could
think Of about you when the regiment
was out In India. After exhaustina
facts try fiction, seeing that It Is the
only way to win a SMILE" and the
young fellow laughed.
The gray-haired man Of six-and- -forty
was thinking over this conversation aa
the train carried him down to Sussex,
but he thought of 1t even more as soon
as Rose. In her bright young beauty
stood before him.
Harry Rawdon was q good fellow
enough. but not good enough for the
Dysarts' daughter! Who. indeed
would b worthy Of such q wife2
Nevertheless" reflected the Colonel
II knew his father when We were both
boys at school must do my best for
Harry. and one Of these days I will
sound Rose on the subject and get an
idea Of the state Of her heart
Opportunities Of private chat were
not dif1cult to find.
Mr. and Mrs. Dysart regarded Colone,
ClitherOe as sort of venerable friend
with whom Rose might be sent to walk,
talk or ride without outraging even the
narrowest notions Of propriety.
Yet the Colonel felt q shrinking from
mentioning the subject Of young Raw.
don's desires, and from speaking up for
his many excellent qualities. He liked
much better to talk over dear old
times" a. Rose called her golden days
Of childhood
II must have been a positive nuisance
to you, wasn't I, Colonel?'' she said one
day as they paced side by side the ter
raced walk while waiting the summons
to breakfast. II know 1 was always
running after you, yet you never SEEM
ed cross and bored"
Il should think not, indeed" and the
Colonel laughed. "Your advances were
so fattering. I could not reckon up
the times you assured me your inten-
ton to marry me when you grew big
oh; nH ov1
followed the smile. II suppose one OF
these days 1 shall stand among your
wedding guests-and I don't think
shall enjoy the ceremony a bit"
You will never be a guest" and now
Rose colored, yet held out her hand as
bravely as when she was a child. Col
onel, 1 am going to do something dread
full. 1 suppose. Please never tell any
one; and please say no If you would
rather give that answer. But / am
big enough now. and 1 tell you exact
ly what did when was years old:
III marry you'-Or shall certainly
never marry anyone"
And in that moment Colonel Clitheroe
knew that though his hair was plenti-
his face had lines on 1t which nothing
hut the passage Of years can trace. hs
loved Rose Dysart as a man loves only
once in a lifetime.
1t was only when he told Mr.. and
Mrs. Dysart Of his good fortune that
he remembered Harry Rawdon's CON-
mission.
\
,mmedation of him as husband would
not have been Of the slightest use. I
have loved you first and last and al
ways-ever since 1 was two"
That is how there came to be
young bright girl, VINO, bearing the
title of Mrs. Colonel Clithroe, walked
by the side of her elderly husband one
sunny Sunday to the accompaniment
of the church bells. Snow in his hair
summer in her face, yet they were
happy, with happiness which is the
portion of very few Of the men and wO-
men whom the world considers well
matched Words.
A Wolf Child.
A writer, Mr.. e. w. Box. tells Of the
discovery In India Of a real Mowgli, or
wolf child, such as most Of you have
read Of in the jungle books Of that de-
lightful story teller, Rudyard Klpling.
This curious little creature was found
. number Of years ago by some natives
who were hunting q wolf. When lie
saw them he ran into q cave, but was
speedily captured. They decided he
was a wolf boy about seven years old,
a little fellow who had undoubtedly
been carried of by the wolves when n
baby. and instead Of being eaten had
been nurssd and protected by the moth
er wolf just as the Mowgli Of Kiphng's
stories was. He naturally became
more animal than boy, running on his
arms and legs and living like the wild
beasts Of the jungle. He was put in
an orphan asylum and q great efOrt
was made to teach him to be q human
being, but it was not very succesaful.
He still lives" says Mr.. Box, 'and Is
only half human. He eats his food
from the ground with his teeth, runs
chiefly on all fours. and Will wear lit
tie or no clothing. A doctor who has
seen him says that his head y small,
his brow uncommonly low and con-
tracted. while his eyes are gray, rest
less and squirting. He has a small.
wrinkled face, on which are scars
marks doubtless, Of severe bites receiv-
ed from animals. He stands about Ave
a. L. tn h. n ND r.