Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1898-11-16


this delightful chateau en- Espagne,
and that tremendous obstacle was Mis-:
Beatrice Grandcourt Bevington, the
alternate Joy and despair Of her grand
mothers heart.
at Is no use arguing or commanding
or persuading," said Mrs. Bevington te
herself with sigh. IF she won't, she
won't, so It is just so much breath vast
ed to try either way"
Now the plain facts Of the case are
these. Mrs. Bevington had that morn,
ing received a letter from an old friend
"a friend whom she had not seen for
years, in fact since she was 20 and he
25. Can you guess why? A misunder-
standing. a girls hasty action. mans
wounded pride, and parting. Forty,
FIVE years had elapsed, and now he had
written to say that his grandson was
visiting in the neighborhood and would
be honored by permission to call. His
grandson. She could hardly realize
that now he was old, nearly 70, in fact;
to her he had always appeared as in
days of yore.
You. of course, can fathom Mrs. Bev-
ington's plans that these two young
persons should marry. After all, what
could be nicer? she thought. And per-
hapS that would in q measure make up
for her own lost happiness; for though
these memories were nearly half CEN
tury old Mrs. Bevington thought still
with a sigh and misty tear of what
might have been"
And Beatrice, her darling, dearer
even than her own children had been
with her naughty, impulsive, loving
spirit, whose life was like an April day,
smiles and tears-would her life also be
spoilt by hasty action, which tendency
she inherited from her grandmother
and father?
After a great deal of thought Mrs.
Bevington came to the wise conclusion
that "least said, soonest mended," and
therefore determined to say nothing
whatever to Beatrice, either about the
expected guest, his grandfather. or her
own wishes, hopes and fears.
The long day came at last,
and the guest was to arrive IN time for
dinner. Beatrice looked in amazement
at her grandmother as she anxiously
asked her what she intended to wear
that evening, what flowers she pre-
ferred and wouldn't she do her hair up
In her favorite way?
"Is any one coming, grandmaf" asked
Beatrice, little thinking of the plan that
niied lady.
Mrs. Whitby and the DOCTOR" replied
Mrs. Bevington, feeling a guilty quaIm
as she hid the fact that she expected
also another guest. But you know,
iear, 1t seems to me that lately you
have not been so particular about COM
Ing early to dress for dinner, and have
therefore had to hurry"
Beatrice blushed and looked rather
frightened.
The afternoon dragged wearily away
The heat was so intense as to make
walking or driving an impossibility,
and Mrs. Bevington had not the liking
for the woods possessed by Beatrice,
who had disappeared after lunch, and
would not be seen until after dinner
time.
AS it grew cooler Mrs. Bevington
walked slowly down to the forest road
thinking to meet Beatrice on her way
home; but her courage soon gave out
and she sat down to rest on the pretty
little seat that had been put UP for
Beatrice, and which she called her
BOWER.
AS she sat there resting and dream
ing, the clear, dulcet tones of Beatrice's
voice struck her ear, with the accom-
paniment of a mans voice which sound
ed altogether strange to her.
zone Of the child's friends" thought
her grandmother with an indulgent
smile.
Beatrice was a great favorite With
the superior sex.
She rose from her seat as the speak
srs approached her retreat and leisure
Iy advanced to meet them; but, to her
horror and amazement, instead of see
Ing some familiar form, she saw a tail,
handsome stranger actually catch her
own granddaughter, Miss Beatrice
Grandcourt Bevington, in his arms and
kiss he. in a way that made Mrs. Bev-
lngton feel, in spite of her anger, indig
nation and disgust, what the boys call
"chokey."
"Good-by, my darling" he whispered
n a caresslng tone. Il shall see you
AT what time shall L expect your
lsked Beatrice.
"Any time between and TO-" he re
Dned, and with more earessihg words
and sweet looks they parted, he going
back through the woods and she re-
turning home.
Mrs Bevington sat down. feeling
quite faint Was this how her castle
In Spain was to end-to burst like a
bubble In the air? She sighed. and a
sad, sad look came over her face as she
thought of another broken dream.
She sat there for an hour or more.
and then arose and walked slowly
home. I'm a silly old woman" she
thought to herself as she mounted the
stairs to her room, after inQuiring in
the hall II Miss Beatrice had returned.
ito have laid such plans. Arranged
marriages rarely are happy, so perhaps
Il Is all for the best"
When Mrs. Bsvington walked into
the drawing room 10 receive her ex-
pected guests no one would have
guessed that a small tragedy had hap
pened not two short hours ago. She
was dressed as usual, In black, with
touch Of rare old lace at the neck and
sleeves, while her beautiful whate hair,
piled high up on her statay head.
framed her sweet face Ike hale.
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