Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-06-14

archway that win conduct her to the sun
! ny, open Place. abe caught sight Of we'll
known figure advancing as though to meet
her, and all her love Of fun rushes to the
| surface,
She darts like swallow behind the
opened gateway and waits In silent am
bush the approach Of the newcomer. In
her hand she holds q branch of blossom.
Ing lime which she pulled carelessly from
tree on her way from school. The per
non she waits for advances unsuspecting
ly, believing her still to be some quarter OF
mile ahead Of him. He Is n young mar
Of one or two and twenty: slight, tall and
graceful in appearance, with delicate Yea
lures, blue eyes, and fair. reddish hair.
| He does not hear the half-suppressed
giggle with which his proximity to the
! gateway is saluted. but he does feel
| long branch of blOssoming lime tickle his
neck as he passes through it, and in an
other moment he has detected the hidden
culprit. The warm flush that beautihes
his features as he does so, Is sufficient tc
denote the interest he feels in her, while
the burst Of glad laughter with which shs
greets him proves that he Is no unwelcOme
companion.
"Gabrielle," he says in French, re
proachfully, "why did you not wait ut the
convent until called for you!
Because, Angus" she answers in the
same language, 1.-THE fact of your calling
for me SO constantly has been observed
and papa would not like me to be talked
about"
Both speak fuently, but there is just
sufficient difference in their accent tc
show that Angus has acquired the Ian.
guage by education, and Gabrielle uses il
a her native tongue.
"What nonsense! when we have known
each other from little children. One
would think you were about to become q
nun yourself"
And who says 1 am not?' she returns
defantly.
You look very like a nun in that cos
tune, l must say. Much more like will.
Arab of the desert!'
Now, Angus, that is very unkind OF
you, as well as impolite, when you know
my poor papa cannot afford to dress me
any better"
"Oh, Gabrielle! as IL you did not look
beautiful to me in any guise. Only when
you talk of becoming q nun, It is too alb
surd''
why should it be absurd7 Both my
aunts are religieuses, and have no moth.
er to take charge of me, should my pool
papa die!'
'There is no chance of your father dy.
ing: but if there were, you should have
some one better than a mother to loOk
after you-a husband"
you must not speak to me in that fash
ion. Angus. Papa would not approve OF
itr'
II must speak, Gabrielle. The time ha.
come for speaking. l only wait your per
mission to broach the subject to your
father. But though l know that, accord.
ing to the custom of your country,
should do that first, I am too English in
feeling to pluck up courage for it, until
I am sure that his consent will be backed
by your own. Tell me, Gabrielle, II your
father says yes will you have me for
husbandT
Can you doubt II. August says the
sfri. sorty.
'If went to your father and told him
desired to make you my wife he might
give me his consent-do you think he
would give me his consent, Gabrielle"
II do not know. I am not sure" re
plies the girl, blushing violently; but
papa loves you. Angus. He has often
told me how much he should like to have
had a son just ike yourself"
The young man is about to make some
reply to her words, when the attention OF
both is diverted toward the driver of a
fiacre. who is waving his arms and halloo
ing in their direction.
What can the man want" excJaims
Angus, as he turns and sees him.
(To be continued.l