Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1897-04-14
CHAPTER IT

CHAPTER H.
Two days have passed since his arrival
at Curraghdene, and Major Llewellyu
only notices il as an agreeable fact that
as yet Miles has not thought proper to
introduce him to his sister; this sister who
seems, by all her brothers accounts of
her, to be such a wonderful and admirable
young creature. Murieps abilities, Mu-
riers cleverness, MuriePs literary genius.
are themes for Miles Celtic enthusiasm.
III show you the articles she wrote
for the Baltimore Chronicle, Llewellyn,"
he says, with his voice trembling with
proud emotion, "a Christmas story, a
lovely thing, on my word and honor! and
poems as well! you'll be delighted with
them, l know"
"Ye gods" groans Major LlewelIyn, in
wardly, "a school girls poems. Really"
he says, aloud, with a smile of polite en-
couragement, "a little blue stocking?'
Major Llewellyn has not met during
these two days any member Of the family
besides Miles, with the exception of his
step brother, Sylvester O'Hara, an i'll
bred, unpleasant lad of sixteen, who
lounges in to the dinner table, and be-
haves with a mixture of cringing defer
ence and impudent presumption towards
his step brothers guest, and with mingled
defiance aud surliness towards Miles him
self.
Il wouldn't rouse an evil feeling in that
young fellows mind if l were you, Miles,
Eric says, ia warning tone, as they
smoke by the open window in the still pur-
pie twilight.
you mean that you think Sylvester will
serve me out-when l can never raise
word, or strike a blow in defense-by and
by 2" says Miles, huskily. Il believe You,
Llewellyn. He will pay my poor little sis
ter out for every atom of spite he has
against me, when I'm not here any more
to protect her."
''Tush! old fellow: you've got the blues"
Llewellyn interrupts cheerfully. why
shouldn't you live to protect her as long as
she wants a protector? Oh, yes, know
all you have told me about your state of
health, bat, if you would be more care
full, Miles" with an uneasy glance at the
decanter of cognac, you might live to See
yourself a granduncle if not IA grandfath-
er. Why didn't you ever think, seriously,
of marrying, old boy!"
What would be the use of thinking Sc
riously of marryingT Miles says, rather
shortly. II wouldn't marry anyone but
a lady, and l had neither a house nor a
III iuuy never
saw but one woman I'd have cared for,
and she wasn't for me, SO that's the end
of that"
"And-the one you did see that YOU
could have loved-and who was suited to
you in every respect?' questions Major
Llewellyn, half smiling.
Gould have loved! l did love her
I'd have died for her any daJl She was
ike queen and n goddess to me: bu,
sic wasn't for me- was never mad
enough to think that. a beautiful girl,
With fortune and talents and accom-
plishmcnts, doesn't think too cheaply OF
herself, my boyf'
You're right she doesn't" Eric Lew
allyn interrupts, with intense, quiet bit
tcrness. II ought to know that, Miles.
did not think you had learned the lesson,
too. There's not one woman in ten thou
sand worthy of a man spending his whole
heart On her!'
"Oh, yes, there is!' Miles answers,
sharply. You and l don't know ten
thousand women between US, and III tell
you of two who are worth all the best love
of mans heart Edith Cameron" he
says, faltcring a little as he utters the
name in low tones, "is one-and my little
sister, Muriel O'Hara, - the other"
CHAPTER III.
"Nhy do Won name her and your SIS