Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1898-02-09

ing glory, the chiefest ornament, of
that magnificent home which was hs
souls delight.
The lady looked around her luxurious
chamber that morning With q sinking
heart. The marble wash sands, the
damask curtains, the handsome car.
pets, looking Ike a world Of Damascua
roses. scattered over 4 bed Of snow.
were worthy the wife Of nailNeaAiPs.
And yet the mistress Of all this
wealth, sitting Nin her chamber, MUIR
INJURED to herself, II wish he had never
found me in the old red brick house
where 1 was SO happy! 1 wish stood
this very morning in the kitchen Of
the little cottage we were TO have, and
that, in plain cotton dress, was pre-
pairing your dinner, my Harry!
Please, ma am" and the entrance OF
her maid was a harsh interruption to
the lady's monolgue; Mr.. Fleming
has just sent home the new drab and
pink satin for the party next Tuesday
night"
never read them, That parUNf shs
had never gone TO II!
You have not forgotten me, Laura!
1 read 1t in your blue eyes tonight"
Harry Atwood's voice had lost none
of its old depth. as he leaned down his
handsome head to Mrs. Fleming's as
they stood together in an alcove Of the
conservatory.
Most of the company had left, for IL
was late. and they were quite secure
from observation. Mr.. Fleming was
quite content that others should admire
his wife, so that he possessed her.
1t was understood that Mr.. Atwood
and Mrs. Fleming were old friends, so
they had nothing 10 fear from a pro-
longed tete-a-tete. They had suddenly,
unexpectedly, met at the party, and
the heart of either was not changed.
Harry Atwood had become a success
full lawyer now. and the world honor
ed him. He had forgiven Laura long
ago. for he had heard she was more
"sinned against than SHINING"
'Harry-Mr. Atwood, l mean-I am
very glad 10 meet you and find you
looking so we'll"
The lady's voice was courteous and
calm; but her fingers trembled as they
played with the carved points of her
ivory fan.
Call ME Harry, Laura. for the sake
of old times" said he, and look up to
me once. and say you have not forgot
ten them. On. Laura, l have thought
how the bright star of this evenings
festival once rose over my heart, and
then went down for ever. We cannot
stay here much longer. Will you not
grant me an Interview tomorrow night
"a private one-in your own house?"
Il cannot, Harry" she replied; do
not ask me. l am the wife of another
now
And what harm could there be in
oul walking together for half an hour
In your garden?" said Harry. Your
husband would not ebject TO. this, for
have watched the man narrowly to-
nj ght, and know him well. You could
not refuse so simple request to the
veriest acquaintance. We have had
many walks together. L~ura. down by
the old mill and past the meadow pond
VIII you refuse me one nowT'
He looked down on the fair face. and
he saw that tears were on 1t, and he
knew what the answer would be before
it was given.
You may come. Harry" she said.
That walk in the dim moonlight upon
Mr.. F'leming's beautiful grounds was
followed by many another. for the first
steps in the forbidden way are usually
pleasant ones.
Poor Mrs Fleming! She meant no
wrong; and then she loved Harry, al /
though she tried to conceal this from
him; but when he talked of the past I
In those low, tender tones of his, her /
tears would come: she could not help
it,
One evening-it must have been more /
than week after their first meeting
Harry told Mrs. Fleming that his heart /.
was unchanged; that the old love stIll /.
memory.
"Oh. Harry don't. don't! You forget;
| am his wife, murmured the young .
creature, as she bowed ner pale face .
on her hands.
Then the lawyer drew his aTnl around
her waist, just as he had done in the .
days that were gone, and said. You /
belonged to me first, Laura! Our souls .
were married before you ever took that .
false oath at the altar"
He whispered 10 her of a fight to
softer skies-of home fairer than the
1ne they had dreamed of in their youth .
of life that should be one long poem .
If love. That time she fed from him
with wild shrek OF fear and horror.
They did not meet again for many
nights. If during that time she bad only .
the prayer of her child
hood, Lead US not into temptatiohr'
But she was so young; and then that .
Affection was the one blossom her life .
lad cherished in the midst Of Its ster-
Ie grandeur.
One night she was standing on the
steps of her mansion, for she had just
AIKEN leave of some guests, when Har-
y Atwood suddenly sprang before her.
| do not know what was said by eth
n party. but there were frantic ges-
ures and Wild appeals on one side. and
little later Mrs. Fleming was walking
lmong her garden shadows with Har-
Y Atwood.
This was repeated for several even
ngs, until one midnight a closed car
'iage rolled hastily away from the pri-
yate entrance of Mr.. Fleming's
,rounds. The next day his wife was
.0ne.
What an electrical thrill II sent
Trough the fashionable world-for her
,eauty and her rank had made Mrs. /