Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1896-02-19

I ore. When she started as she saw me-
nd somewhat Eu-riedly re-entcred the
] Actel. was further nlystified. A
Il, thought struck me as l WAS signing
my name in the hotel register Of visit
ors some time later. Iva rxges back
1 I found an entry: Miss Alton and Miss
f. Alton ! tumbled to 1t in a second,
then. The elderly lady ! had encoun-
! tered was, undoubtedly, Colonel Al
! toms sister. who had been staying nj
t.ie Chase and left two days after hiy
, arrival In the village. and before l
knew anything of Evelyn l had once
passed her walking with the Colonel,
and she must have recognized me
again
Il remarked on the entry to tho clerk
IN q casual way, and he volunteered
the Information that Miss Alton had
but a few moments previously given
notice of her intention to vacate their
apartments the next morning. The
news staggered me. Then Miss Alton
did know all and had decided on nIght
as the only safe remedy under the cir
cumstanceS.
Not a glimpse could catch Of Eve
fyn. After dinner from q search on tho
pier l returned to the North Cli6 and
sat disconsolately smoking out on the
dusk. Almost unconsciously lapsed
Into melody and appropriately began
to warble softly. Alice, Where Art
ThouY A slight movement on The bal
cony above mine and one window to
the left caused me to glance up. \ fis-
ure in white met my gaze, with one OF
Its hands, as II demanding silence,
pointing warningly to the window be-
hind her. Yes, it was Evelyn, but her
attendant dragon of an aunt was evil
dently close at hand. Verbal communi-
cation, as well as writing, was out of
the question. 1t was already too dark
for the deaf and dumb manipulation,
even provided she knew its working.
An idea suddenly flashed upon me.
Why not try? No sooner thought than
done. Softly l whistled the last lines
of Whisper and Shall Hear refrain.
A slight shake of the head and then .
rendering Of 'Good-by, Sweetheart,
Good-by,' floated down. Then they
were really going away.
Evelyn, l don't think it's quite
proper for you to be standing there
came a voice from within, and which,
by straining my ears, could just over
hear. My heart beat wildly and the
girl turned to address her aunt with
out leaving the balcony.
Its almost dark now and can't
stay cooped up all the evening-our last
one, too! What does papa want US
back In such hurry forY
because he wishes 1t, my dear:
that's all the reason can give you. You
really must help me to finish the pack,
ing in a few minutes
Then her aunt had revealed nothing
and believed her yet to be in ignorance
of my presence at the hotel. Luckily,
but the case was a desperate one.
Evelyn returned to her former position
and leaned over again.
"'Where Are You Going To, My Pret-
iy Maid" l began. There was a mo-
pause and then the answer
came in line Of Home, Sweet Home
from my darling's lips.
81 do wish you would drop that yul.
gar habit of whistling,' again came the
voice inside the window.
".But, auntie. there's no piano to sing
to- was the somewhat lame excuse. i
must do something, and l can't posi-,
bly, shock anyone up here
Then there was silence once more.
Back to Yorkshire again. No chance
there Anyhow, she still cared for me,
md | must put her affections to a Sc
7cre test. 1t was our only chance of Sc
,uring happiness.
oh. Mamie. Wilt Thou Gang WI
Me- l piped.
Where Are You Going ToT was
gain utilized in reply.
Il was stumped for minute, but
bar or two of Big Ben favOrite song
IF mine, came as a hazardous rescue.
She understood. bless her! but a lengthy
,auSe interviewed before her answer
Then. No, sir; no, sir; no, sir; no" was |
'epeated four times in succession. She
then. Why SO emphatically
What a silly idiot l was! The fourth
ime the girl in the song said No. she |
meant Yes l breathed again.
But about our departure. The morn
ne York train via Bath left at 9:45. The |
sarliest Waterloo was 1:45, and we
should be easily tracked and our inten- |
ions frustrated in consequence, II we |
eft it until then. ! consulted my
watch. 1t was 9:15. The night train |
Up left at 1920. oh, Why Should We |
Wait Till Tomorrow went up with |
,ut delay. AIS Well from above soon |
settled that question satisfactorily, but |
vas followed Immediately by a few
,ars of 'Bradshaw's Guide ditty. I |
Knew what she wanted, SO, after q
slight hesita ton, l warbled Come Into |
he Garden. Maud and chirped ten
lines. Hope on, dear loved one, we
hall meet again. from Dream Faces
proved that l was clearly understood,
md then she turned to address Miss /
Alton in louder tones than before.
Il declare you're nearly asleep, aunt |
e. I'm tired, and have headache, too. |
We've a long journey before US, 30 l
hink III go to my room now. Don't |
disturb, there's a dear; the packing /
won't take long In the morning. You'd !
peter do the same
The proposal evidently suited Miss
Alton down to the ground, for she left
ler chair inside, and came little way /
,ut on the balcony.
"A good idea, Evy; SO we will,' she
Il crept back, and a minute or two 1
ater 'Good-nights' were exchanged, |
Ind the subsequent slam Of door no
ified me that Evelyn had left for her
lpartment-
BY 9:45 had settled up, and left in
Itructions that my heavy baggage, for
not unpacked, would be called
Il