Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-03-15

IN the garden, and then came on here Ia
ask you to play this next game with me-"
oh! am SO sorry, but have promised
It to"
The words are out Of ner mouth before
she has realized the fact that Dysart il
hstenlng-Dysart, who is lying at her feet,
watching every expression in her mobile
face. She colors and looks down at him.
confused, lovely.
Dont! says Dysart, lot loudly, not
curuy, yet in so strange and decided q
way that 1t renders her silent. "You
mustn'i mind me-" says he. a second later.
IN his usual calm tone. ~ know you and
beauclerk are wonderful players. Yor
can give me game later on"
capital arrangement" says Beau
clerk. comfortably, sinking into q chat,
beside her, with all the lazy manner Of q
man at peace with himself and his world.
especially as l shall have to 20 In pres,
emily to write some letters for the even
ing post"
He beams again, and looks boldly into
Miss Kavanagh's eyes. She bushes hotly,
and, dropping her fan, makes a little at
tempt to pick it up again. Mr.. Beauclerk
makes another little attempt, and 30 man.
ages that his hand meets her. There il
slight, an almost benevolent pressure.
Had they looked at Dysart as they both
resumed their places, they could have seen
that his face was white as death. Mis-,
kavanagh, too, looks a little pale, little
uncertain, but, as a whole, nervOusly hap
py.
I've been down at the old place of
mine," goes on Mr.. Beauclerk. Terrible
disrepair-take thousands to put it in any
sort Of order. And where's one to get
them? That's the one question that has
got no answer nowadays. Eh, Dysarty
There is an answer, however" says
Dysart, curtly, not looking at him.
"Ah. well, l suppose so. But haven't
heard it yet"
'Oh, yes, think you have" says by.
sart, quite politely, but grimly, neverthe-
less.
Dear fellow, how? where? unless on.
discovers q mine or an African diamond
feld?"
"Or an heiress." says Dysart, incidental.
"Hah! lucky dog. that comes home to
you," says Beauclerk, giving him a play.
full pot on his shoulder and STOPPING from
his chair to do it, as Dysart still sits upon
the grass.
mot to me-"
mo? You will be modest? Well, welli
But, talking Of that old place. 1 assure
you, Miss Kavanagh, 1t worries met
does, indeed. 1t sounds like ones duty to
restore it, and still"
There are better things than even an
old place." says Dysart-
"Ah! you haven't one, you see," cries
Beauclerk, with the utmost geniality. IF
you had-I really think il you had you
would understand that it requires a sacri-
fee to give Il up to moths and rust and
ruin"
IT said there were better things than
old places" says Dysart, never looking in
his direction. "And il there are, make q
sacrifice"
"Pouf! Lucky fellows like you-say
soldier lads-with hearts as light as SUM-
beams, can easily preach; but sacrifices
are not 20 easily made. There is that
horrid word, Duty! And . man must
sometimes think! Come on, Miss Kava-
nagh, let US get our scalps. Dysart, will
you fight 1t out with us?'
mo, thanks"
"Afraidr' gayly.
"Of you-no," smiling; the smile IL ad.
mirably done, and would be taken ~ the
genuine article anywhere.
"Of Miss Kavanagh, thenT
For q brief instant, and evidently
against his wish, Dysarts eyes met those
Of Joyce.
"The next game 10 ours, Mr.. Dysart. re
member" says she, Slancing at Dysart
over her shoulder, Q touch Of anxiety In
her eyes.
81 always remember" says he, with Q
rather ambiguous anile. What II he re-
membering nowf Jsycs's mouth takes .
crave turn a. she follows Beauclerh
down the marble steps that lead to the
tennis ground below.
CHAPTER vi.
"Wer, After all, life has it, compensa.
rious," says Mr.. Beauclerk. sinking upon
the satin lounge beside Miss Kavanagh.
and giving way to . rapturous sigh.
1t is a week Later, and the ball given BY
Lord and Lady Baltimore = in full swing.
Beauclerk II looking very big and very
handsome. His close-cropped. eminently
aristocratic head IL thrown Q uttls back, to
give full play to the ecstadc smile he u
directing at Joyce.
IT thought should never be able to get
dance with you; you see"-smAing-
"when one ID the belle Of the evening one
grows difficult. But you might have kept
a fifth or sixth for poor outsider like me.
An old friend, too"
"Old friends don't count At dance. I'm
afraid" says she with . smile n genial
as his own, 'though for the matter OF
that you could have had the first; NO one
hard a. it may be to make you believe 1t
had asked the belle Of the evening Tor
that"
"Oh! that firstv' says he, with . gesture
Of impatiepce. II shan't forgive Isabel
in q hurry shout that; she ruined my even
ing-up to this. However" throwing on
"a IL were, unpleasant memories by
shake Of his head, don't let me spoil my
one good time BY dwelling upon . oao
one. Here / am now at al events; her:
Is comfort, here IL peace. The hour J
have been longing for ID mine II a"-
.It might have been yours eonsidefaoD
..rI;er says Miss Kavanagh, with Vefy
noteworthy deliberation, humored by mn
iover-like rlances, which, after al: navs
more truth in them than most OF Ms oeS
iarations. She sits, playing with her ian'
md vifh q face immovable a. any spninH'
ado you know" says Mr.. beaucleI
,antIv. .T think you are the one s"ee.
cha "a ctAr IN the world" There Is s,e.
. .noonnt Of belief in his tone; perhaps nan ,.I
~ II !. honest. II never met anyone h.s
Won Women, az . rule, are wAnns
tear each other in pieces, but your's'
condone al faults, that ID Why -
reu.e. he leans forward. dn. Go
a.. eioouent: his tongue alone re ~
from Hni6hing the dsclaSsdeq sne' Hs