Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1898-06-01
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to delay his marriage. She made little
innuendoes. accentuated by sighs OF notes
of exclamation. How could June leave
that darling? How could anyone, sur
rounded by such blessings, with such Q
child, such q husband, want to quit them
for life such as people led in London
heartless, selfish, unsatisfying? What
could compensate for home joys. For her
part. 1t was utterly incompreheAsibla to
her. Tom defended his wife-said she
was young and beautiful and fond of
pleasure; what more natural than that she
should like to go into society," Besides,
1t was chiefly his mothers doing, who had
persuaded her. But AgneS words Ger
tainly stabbed him in a tender spot.
But for both Of you to go away and
leave that darling" cried Agnes, with a
tear In her ey& -'SuDposs he should be
seized with convulsions, or something were
to happen to him? Servants are never
of any use In an emergency"
"Oh," said Tom, not without a sense Of
alarm at her words, Il shall be here most
of the time"
June will not let you. She will not
stay in London without you. wonder it
does not occur to her how dreadful it is to
leave that angel to hirelings!'
June wants to take him with us; she
Is most anxious not to be parted from
him."
But it would be madness to take him
to London. Here. you know, he has the
purest milk from your own cows, and l
have heard that hundreds and thousands
Of babies die In London of typhoid fever
from impure milk"
Tom, only too ready to take alarm, VOW
ed to himself that, whatever happened,
that precious life should lot be endanger-
ed by a visit to the metropolis.
'One thing" said Agnes, with fervor,
Il shall go up to the Hall every day to
see the darling, and l don't think any
thing will escape my eye. / suppose"
hesitating, June will not consider me too
oticlous, will she?"
"Officious?' replied Tom, heartily; "she
will be tremendously grateful to you"
"And-and when you are in town, shall
| write you about him? l could tell you
4 thousand particulars about your darling
that servants would not think of writing.
And writing is naturally n great effort to
them"
''Will you?" cried Tom. THAT will be
awfully good of you"
sunni "iite ~ you, prOceeueu Agnes,
IN low voice. Il suppose June will not
mind. We are cousins, you know"
CHAPTER XIV.
June had got her own way in coming
to London, but it did not make her very
happy. She felt sense of secret irrita-
ton against Tom for not being happy too
and she was vexed because he had been
so obstinate about the baby. Until now
she had not believed him capable of offer
ing persistent opposition to any wish of
hers. And his scruples were absurd! The
house was large and airy; 1t looked on
green trees; they were near both the
parks. London was healthy, the child
was thoroughly robust; il he were here
Tom would never be able to tear himself
away from the pair Of them, and she
would not have the irritation of seeing
Agnes daily bulletins, which frequently
were not bulletins, but epistles. II the
nurse, IL her aunt had written, she would
have been delighted; but she had that in
stinct of dislike and distrust toward her
cousin which, after all, was perfectly
true and correct one. Just as, In their
younger days, Agnes had always tried To
appear additionally amiable by the hate
full knack of showing sister and cousin
TO disadvantage, so now June felt that all
this effusiveness over the baby was put
on to make her seem wanting in a moth
nr's devotion.
Sir Thomas and Lady Nevil had beer.
in town five days: this evening they were
dining at home alone. An unusually
gushing letter had arrived that morning,
which had given the most evident pleas
ure to Tom and had reused June's ire.
All day long it had been smoldering; she
had made up her mind to assert herself
that night. She would conquer. Her
mind was master Of Toms, even though
she could no longer quite turn him round
her finger by a frown or a tear as in
olden days. She was not quite sure what
would be the best way to take him, but
she would certainly begin by coaxing. even
though it had failed once or twice before
when tried on that particular subject
After dinner, when they went upstairs
she pushed him gently into a chair, sat
on his knee, laced her arms round his neck
and laid her cheek against his. He re-
ceivcd her attentions with the complacent
calm of n two-year husband who loves his
wife. the complacent calm that is SO emf
nently provoking and unsatisfactory tc
wives of June's temperament.
Tom" she says, ceasing to embrace
him. and laying her head against the
back of his chair, while an involuntary
mist comes across her brown eyes, ''IoIG.
don't feel happy"
Tom hcaves deep. deep sigh
NO, my dear" he replies. Il don,
see how any one san oc happy in thi>
st.1ing hole"
HUT this answer Is by no means wha
June desires, or what she has wished to
cad up to.
1t isn't that" she says. feeling much
depressed Il like London, and should
enjoy myself amazingly if didn't see
that you are not happy"
Tom hcaves still deeper sigh.
Il must bear it as best l can." he ut
.ers, in doleful tone.
1T makes me feel selfish" says June,
"to think l have dragged you here and
that you are so wretched." Secretly she
thinks he is a little bit selfish not to try
to seem happier. 1T takes away all my
enjoyment"
Thereupon Tom kisses her kindly.
Never mind, DEAR" he remarks. y
must manage as best can. And, bright
aning, II shall run down and see the boy
for a couple of days shortly"
MY darlingv cries June; do. do let m
have him up here! Do get over your
ridiculous ideas about London hurting
him, and then We should all be quite hap
ny. There was a time," jealousy, when
| could make you happy, but now 1t seems
am not enough"
Don't say that, childv' exclaims Tom.
living her slim waist a squeeze. "Why,
ou surely wouldn't have me net love our
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