Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1897-11-10
the world. You shall leave me. but you

But you will come, too." 1 cried aghnst.
He smiled almost wearily. NO, my
home is chosen: it is here"
The look against which I knew there
was no appeal crossed his face. Il shall
never set foot in London again., he said.
You will have your desire. Philip; and i
separation from me grieves you, 1t VIII
teach you the lesson early that no desire
fulfilled approaches expectation. SOME
thing always mars it more or less. Nov,
MY boy" he added, kindly. "say no more.
Wish me good night, and sleep if you can.
Tomorrow l will arrange everything"
l was busy all next day packing was
such new experience that lingeEed over
it lovingly. although the amouaf of lug
gage l should m, Ar would BIZ. cry small.
But where l to go? where am l
to stay when get thereY' y asked, after
my box was packed.
Il shall give you a letter to Mr.. Grace.
my solicitor. He win look after you and
take care OF you. He is'under some OBJ
legations to me, 80 You need not be afraid
of trespa ssing ON him."
l received my letter end an ample sup
ply of money before I'VE parted for the
night. l bade my father good-by then.
thinking l should not see him in the
was up, breakfasteo with me. l reached
Lynmouth in good time, and safely uoard
ed the steamer bound for Bristol.
At The capital of the West had a cou.
pie of hours TO wait, and then took the
train for London The fierce rush of the
mighty engine on and on through the
dark night, the flying telegraph poles seen
dimly, the sparks scattered on either side
as we sped on, the ghost-like double of
myself sitting in the phantom carriage
which always ran side by side with us
all these were to me such absolute novel
ties that no traveller yet ever found the
journey less wearisome and shorter than
| did. l did not attempt to realize the
magnitude of PadClingtOn-I contented
myself with following my instructions to
the letter in calling for a porter, telling
him to find my box and see me safely in
stalled in a cab, whose driver was direct
ed to shape his course TO Russell Square.
In less than half an hour the cab stop
ped. and / laid a vigorous hand upon the
knocker of a door. A respectable looking
man servant answered my summons. He
informed ME that Mr.. Grace was at home,
and showed ME into a small room. Very
soon Mr.. Grace appeared-a portly, close
shaver gentleman, with a dignified ap-
pearance, but kind look; a man of sixty
or sixty-five years of age. He gave me a
quick inquisitive glance through his spec
tacles. bowed and waited my commands.
"Will you please read this letter. l
said, handing him the Introductory lines.
He broke the seal, glanced, naturally,
first at the signature. and .hen looked at
me with unmistakable interest. Several
times during the perusal of the epistle he
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the letter, placed its .arefuHy in his breast
pocket and shook me cordially by the
hand.
Mr. Philip" he said, 81 am extremely
glad to see you, and in saying extremely
glad mean glad to the extreme. Indeed.
| may add there is. no youne gentleman
in the world whose acquaintance was
more anxious to malke."
He led me upstairs to Q large drawing
room, heavily and Handsomely furnished.
A lady about his own age was there, knit
ting busily.
MY DEAR" he taid, rathe. ceremoni-
ously, this is Mr.. Philip Norris. the son
of an old friend and client of mine, whose
name you have often heard me MENTION"
| began to blush and wonder If my ap-
pe-arance was 81 terribly bDorish and
countrfied.
Mrs Grace greeted me kindly, but look
ed at me with an even more evident curl
osity than her preci Sc husband had shown
Mr.. Philip, my dear" cor tinueti MIR.
Grace. has lived. as l believe you know,
all his life In great seclusion-I may say,
utter solitude, with the exception of his
fa ather's company--in a romantic valley on
the Devon coast.
Poor boy! Young people ought to mix
with young people We must lay down
a program for him. The first item in my
program must be supper, the second, bed ;"
said the kind lady. The boy looks tired
to DEATH
l made a hearty supper and went to
rest longing for morning and the wonders
it would bring. The only things on my
mind were the pictured loneliness of my
father and the curiosity my appearance
seemed to excite. Yet, as I lOt ke1 at my
self in the long unirrOr, fanied was
neither an illloolsing nor altogether un.
presentable youth.
CTo b@ continued.