Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-03-01

tclligent observer that he considers he has
teen hardly used. A very little more
haste. and that precipitation must have
taken place. He had made an instructive
movement toward her with protective
arms outstretched; but, though little cry
had escaped her, she had maintained her
balance, and now stands looking at him
with laughing eyes and painting breath,
and two pretty hands pressed against her
bosom.
Mr.. Dysart let's his disappointed arms
fall to his sides and assumes the aggrieved
air of one who has been done out Of a good
thing.
You" says she, when at last she can
speak,
Il suppose" returns he, discontentedly.
He might just as well have been any one
else. or anywhere else-such a chance
and gone!
Never were you SO welcome!' cries she,
dodging behind him, as Tommy, fully arm
ed. and all alive, comes tearing round the
corner. .Mr. Dysart will protect me
won't you. Mr.. DysartT' to the young
man. who says "Yes," without stirring a
muscle. He would have died at his pres
ent post willingly. because she has laid
her dainty fingers on his shoulders, stand
Ing behind him. from which safe position
she mocks at Tommy with security. Were
the owner Of the shoulders to stir, the
owner of the fingers might remove those
delightful members. Need it be said that,
with this awful possibility before him, Mr..
Dysart II prepared to die at his post rath-
Or than bulge an inch?
The fingers have been removed from
his shoulders, and he is now free to turn
and look at the charming face behind him.
"Pve been rude, suppose; but 1t Is such
a wonderful thing to see you here SO soon
again." she says.
II have only been to town and bacl
again."
What town"
"Eh? What town. says he. astonish.
ed. London. you know"
NO. l don't know" says Miss Kava.
nagh, a little petulantly. 'One would
think there was only one town in the
world, and that all you English people had
the monopoly Of it. There are other towns
I suppose. Even the poor Irish insignifi
cants have a town or two. Dublin comes
under that head, l supposeT
UnUOuDteQly. OI course, making
great haste to abase himself. ut is mere
snobbery our making SO much of London
A kind Of despicable cant, you know"
"Well. after all, I expect it is a big place
in every way" says Miss Kavanagh, q
far mollified by his admission as to b,
able to allow him something.
ITS a DESERT" says Tommy, turning t.
his aunt, with all the air of one who II
| 81 h<p f,vl fpPn tor,
ITS raging with wild beasts. They roam
to and fro and are at their wits ends
Here Tommy, who is great on Bible his
tory, but occasionally gets mixed, stop
short. Father says they're there" b,
winds up, defantly.
wild beastsw echoes Mr.. Dysart, be
wildered. as this the teaching abou
their Saxon neighbors that the Irish chill
dren receive at the hands Of their parent
and guardians? Oh, well, come now
Tommy, really, you know"
Yes; they are there" says Tommy, re
| belliously. 'Frightful creaturesi Bear
| Thar, A tear yon l. =esss if they couid ge
at you. They have no reason In them
| father says. And they climb up posts an,
roar at people"
"Oh! nonsensew says Mr.. Dysart
"There isn't a word Of truth in 1t. Tom
N.Y."
There isv' says Monkton, Jr., wagginl
his head Indignantly. Father told me-"
Father told u.s." repeats the small Ma
bel, who has just come up.
"And father says, too, that the reaso
they are SO wicked Is because they wan
their freedomv' says Tommy, as thoug
this il an unanswerable argument.
"Oh, l see! The Socialistsw says MI
Dysart. "Yes; a troublesome pack! Blu
still. to call them wild beasts
"They are wild beasts" says Tommy
prepared to defend his position to the last
They've got names and horns and tails!
Hes romancing." says Mr.. Dysar
looking at Joyce.
CTo be continued)