Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-04-05

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vans a. they drive past them look washed
and glorified.
The sun u flooding the sky with COR
geous light: there are sweet smells all
around" The birds in the woods on
either side Of the roadway are singing
high carols in praise Of this glorious day.
All nature seems Joyous. Joyce alone. is
silent. unappreciative, unhappy.
The nearer she gets to the Court the
more perturbed she grows In mind. How
viii they receive her there? Barbara had
said that Lady Baltimore would not be
hkeiy to encourage an attachment be-
tween her and Beauclerk. and now,
though the attachment is impossible, what
will she think Of this unfortunate adven-
ture! She Is 20 depressed that speech
seems impossible to her, and to all MIR.
Beauclerk's sallies she scarcely returns an
answer.
he had kept up q lively converse all
through the earlier part Of their drive,
ignoring the depression, that only too
plainly was crushing upon his companion,
with view to putting an end to senti
mentality Of any sort. Her discomfort,
her unhappiness, was as nothing to him
he thought only Of himself.
CHAPTER XII.
"Oh, my dear girl, is 1t you at last ?
cries Lady Baltimore, running out into
the hall as Joyce enters it. I'VE have
been 20 frightened! Such a storm, and
/aiumore says ,nal mare you nau Is We. !,
uncertain. Where did you get shelter?"
The very warmth and kindness of her
welcome. the utter absence Of disapproval
In it of any sort, SO unnerves Joyce that
she can make no reply; can only cling to
her kindly hostess, and hide her face Oh
her shoulder.
rs that you, Mrs. Connolly?" says
Lady Baltimore, smiling at mine hostess
shoulder.
that one wonders how she ever comes up
again. Il made SO bould, my lady, as to
bring ye home Miss Joyce myself. 1 know
Misther Beauclerk % be good support in
nimsci;. but thought it would be raj
sonable thing to give her the company of
one of her own women folk besides"
Quite right, quite" says Lady Balti.
more.
"Oh! she has been so kind to me-" says
Joyce, raising now a pale face to turn Q
glance of gratitude on Mrs. Connolly.
why, indeed, my lady, wish l might
ha' bin able to do more for her; an I'm
sorry to say I'd to put her up in a small.
most inconvenient room. just inside o me
own"
How was thatY' asks Lady Baltimore,
kindly. "The inn 30 full, thenY'
"Fess, twas that was the matter wild
It," says Mrs. Connolly, with a beamine
smile. "Crammed from cellar to garret." !"
"Ah! the wet night, suppose"
Just 30, my lady," composedly, and
with another deep courtesy.
Lady Baltimore having given Mrs. Con-
molly into the care of the housekeeper,
who IL an old friend Of hers, leads Joyce
upstairs.
You are not angry with mer' says
Joyce, turning on the threshold Of her
room.
with you, my dear child7 No, indeed.
With Nogmaa, -vssyls2 He oh0uld hSHe
turned back the moment he saw the first
symptoms Of q storm. A short wetting
would have done neither Of you any
HARM"
There was a storm, a violent storm;
you must have felt 1t here"
mo storm should have prevented his
return. He should have thought only of
you"
A little bitter smile curls the girls lips;
1t seems q farce to suggest that he should
have thought Of her. He! Now, with
her eyes effectually opened. a certain
scorn Of herself in that he should have
been able SO easily to close them. takes
possession Of her. Is his sister blind still
to his defects, that she expects SO much
from him? Has she not read him rightly
YETI Has she yet to learn that he will
never consider any one where his own in.
terests, comforts, position, clash with
tho;rao CTo ba conffpuo6N