Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-06-06

We are. And. Of course. that is the ex-
PLANTATION. Perfect people are never pro-
perly comprehendcd. The only comfort
is" adds Miss Peggy, complacently.
| that you and / understand and appre-
ciate each other: and they are welcome
to say all those things about us as often
as they please"
This was all very well: and indeed 1t
was satisfactory to think that one had
won the commendation Of being so con-
fident Of her own moral worth. But
there was this to be considered about
Peggy, that you could never be very sure
of her Indeed, when she was most amia-
BILE she was most to be distrusted; when
she held out both hands to you in the
frankest fashion, you had to beware lest
they should turn out to be the two knobs
Of IN electrical machine.
The next instant, with immovable face
and inscrutable eyes, she remarks. in .
casual kind Of way:
"Mr. A'Becket IL coming to Warwick" /"
"Whatr
eyes, he il"
"well, you are-I declare you are y
"I?' she says, with q blank stare of
innocence. "What have I to do with 1t p
""rhen how did he tell you and no one
else of his coming?"
"Oh, as for that" she says. In a care
less fashion. ''he only mentioned II In 60
ing away a. a kind Of possibility. II he
had spoken Of it to you, it might have
looked like asking for an invitation. And
perhaps he maSs't come, after all. I'm
sure, II l were he. wouidn't take the
trouble"
probably not"
Just at this moment we were unexpect-
edly interrupted. There was a barge
, coming along, drawn by two donkeys.
each with a nose-tin slung at its head
and along with them was q tall young
barSeman, as handsome as Apollo, but
with q sun-tan on his face and mild
fire in his eyes unknown to the marble
figures in the Uhizi corridors. After a
preliminary and rather diffident glance al
the young lady. he made bold to ask US
whether we were going on that day7
ayes, certainly was the answer.
'sThen you'll have to make haste" said
the sun Drowned Apollo, FOR they're go
ing to repair Clayton Lock, and unless
you get on at once, you won't get through
until tomorrow"
|
for, though it was well enough. once in
awhile, to spend a whole twenty-foul
hours by the side Of a meadow, with
speedwells, dandeliOns, pollard willows
swifts, water rats, and an OccasiOna
sheep, as our only companions, still we
felt that we had not been making sufii
cient progress, and We had certainly cal
eulated ON reaching Warwick that night
s. there was nothing for It but to sum
mon Murdoch forthwith, and bid hin
leave breakfast alone and go sceur the
neighboring country in search Of Captain
| Columbus and the HOrse-Marine.
| Well, we got through Clayton Loci
easily enough: and thereafter entered
upon a long stretch Of eleven miles with
out any lock at all. This was by fal
the most lonely district into which We
had as yet penetrated; and as the cana
| il here ON a high level, we had a sufh
ciently spacious view Of the richly culti
waited bot apparently uninhabited com
try. Far as the eye could reach there
was nothing visible but fields, hedge-rowi
| and upland heights, with here and there
a clump Of trees, or perhaps a solitary
barn, q bit Of red showing pleasantly
enough among the prevailing greens. Th'
| day was Frightening ups too; sweet. milt
airs were blowing; there was even, nov
and again, a ray Of watery sunlight strik
Ing on some distant slope. We began t.
wonder whether we had at last ESCAPED
from the rain that had pursued us SO in
cessantly; for, Of course. We did not wan
bur pretty Miss Peggy to go away bacl
10 America with the impression that Eng
land was a land Of perpetual mists
(To be continued1