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

owell SO much upon it? Why not accept
him as a pleasing acquaintance? One
with whom to pass a pleasant hour now
and then. Why ever again regard him
as a possible lover?
little shudder runs through her. At
this moment 1t seems to her that she could
never really have 50 regarded him. And
yet only last night
And now. What is It? Does she still
doubt? Will that strange, curious, tor
venting feeling that once shs knew for
MN return no more. IS 1t gone forever
Oh! that it might be so!
CHAPTER XII.
"Dull-looking day." says Dicky Browne,
looking up from his broiled kidney to
glare Indignantly through the window at
the gray sky.
II can. De always May" says Beau
clerk, cheerfully, whose point it is to take
ever a lenient view of things.
''I suppose we ought to do something to
day." says Lady Baltimore presently. Il
was thinking that il We went to 'Connor's S
Cross it would be nice drive. What do
you say, BeatriceT
II pray you excuse me-" says Lady
Swansdown. "As 1 leave tomorrow, /
must give the afternoon to the answering
Of several letters, and to other things be-
sides"
III drive you there this afternoon, Miss
Kavanagh," says Beauclerk, in his friend
! ~ way, that In public has never a tincture
Of tenderness about it.. I'VE might start
after luncheon. 1t is only about ten miles
off ESP" to Baltimore.
"Ten," briefly.
81 am right then" equally; I'VE might
ca silly do it in little over an hour"
II should like it." says Joyce. in a hesi-
tating sort Of way; "but-"
"Then why not go, dearY" says Lady
! Baltimore, kindly. "The Morroghs of
Crea ghstown live not half a mile from it,
and they will give you tea il You feel
tired; Norman is a very good whip, and
will be sure to have you back In proper
I, time"
Dysart, lifting his head, looks full at
Joyce. ....ass.S4.e~.s-
| "It h settled, then" says Beauclerk,
pleasantly. Thank you ever 20 much for
helping me to get rid Of my afternoon in
20 delightful a fashion"
1T is going to rain. 1t will be q wet
evening"" says Dysart, abruptly.
| At half-past two precisely, however. q
dog cart comes round to the hall door.
Joyce, running lightly down stairs, ha bit
ed for a drive meets Dysart at the foot
of the staircase.
DO not co." says he. abruptly.
"Not go-now," with a glance at her
costume.
II didn't believe you would CO." says he,
| vehemently. Il didn't believe it possible
or 1 should have spoken sooner. Never
theless, at this moment 1 entreat you to
give it up."
! impossible" says she, curtly, annoyed
by his tone, which is perhaps unconscious
ly little dictatorial.
You refuse me?"
1T is not the question. I have said
would 60. see no reason for not going
decline to make myself foolish in the
eyes of everybody by drawing back at the
last moment"
You have forgotten everything then"
II don't know" coldly, that there is
anything to remember"
"Ohy' bitterly, mot 20 far a. am con-
cerned. 1 count for nothing. I allow
that. But he-I fancied you had at least
read him"
| II think, perhaps, there was nothing to
read" says she, lowering her eyes.
If You can think that, 1t IL useless my
saying anything further"
| He moves to one side as II to let her
pass, but she hesitates. Perhaps she
would have said something to soften her
decision, but, a rare thing with him-he
| loses his temper. Seeing her sta nding
there before him, so sweet, 50 lovely, so
! indifferent, as he tells himself, his despair
oyercomes him.
II have a voice in this matter" says he.
frowning heavily. Il forbid you to go
with that fellow"
A sharp change crosses Miss Kava-
nagh's face. All the sudden softness dies
out Of it. She stops leisurely, and olsen
gaging the end of the black lace round her
| throat from an envious banister that
would have detained her. without further
glance or word for Dysart, she goes up the
| hall and through the open doorway. Beau
clerk, who has been waiting for her out
| side, comes forward. A little spring seats
| her in the cart. Beauclerk jumps in be-
side her. Another moment sees them out
of sight.
Dysart's prophecy proves true. At four
o'clock, while Beauclerk and Joyce are
still some distance from their destination,
the rain comes down in torrents. They
seek shelter in the nearest hamlet, and.
fortunately, find in it an inn kept by a
| Mrs. Connolly, who was nurse to Joyce
and her sister when they were infants.
All the evening and far into the night
| the storm RACES so furiously that Beau
clerk and Joyce are compelled to stay at
the inn until morning shall come. Mrs.
Connolly has promised Joyce that she will
accompany them back to the castle to cx-
plain her absence and nip in the bud any
scandal that might rise from the mishap.
| Rising from a sleepless bed, Joyce goes
down next morning to find Mrs. Connolly
standing on the lowest step Of the stairs
as il awaiting her. booted and spurred for
! the journey.
II tould him to ordher the thrap carly
me dear. for I knew ye'd be anxious.
,avs the kind woman, squeezing her hand.
"Hu' now" with an anxious glance at her,
II hone ye ate yer breakfast. guessee
red like it in yer room, so ! sint 1t up 70
ye. Welcome on, dear. Mr. beauc,e.H
is outside waitin'. I explained 1t all 70
him. Said ye were tired, ye Know, an IN,
eager to get back. And 20 ais ready an
the horse impatient"
In spite of the storm yesterday. tnAt
seemed to shake earth and heaven, TO-DAY
Is beautiful. Soft, glistening steams are
rising from every hill and bog ana Taney
asthe- hot suns rays beat upon them; Ine