Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-05-23

were not, what then7 Have you lived all
these years without discovering this
that it Is not the character of the gift,
but the intention of the giver, that is Of
lmporance7 Isn't that 80, Miss PegUT
why, Of course it is!' says Miss Peg
~. boldly, but with her eyes cast down.
"Oh. indeed! she says, turning to the
girl. And you? suppose you will have
that silver pencil-case mounted and made
INTO a brooch?'
Peggy looks up, laughing but defiant.
why not7 I think 1t would do very
we'll, and be such a new idea. Why. the
British jewelers. Imagination never gets
beyond q butterfly or a horseshoe. You
should see Tiffany's. And then the dress
makers are all for making you so square
,houldered Nowadays an oblong brooch
1t your neck would suit very WELL"
Mrs. Tomtit, cowed, baked. jumped
1pon, outstared, exterminated, can only
turn and say to her companion, with
sigh Of resignation:
did you ever hear such brazen impu-
ienceY'
Il am afraid you goaded Miss Rosslyn
into it," he says, with a smile which is
meant to carry peacemaking all round the
little board. -
Well, we sat late after dinner; for ev-
erything was very snug and comforta-
BILE; and two and two make excellent
,ompanionship. OF course, that arrange
ment did not always exist: for OCCASION
ally Jack Duncombe, with humility we
had never before seen him exhibit, ad-s
iressed Miss Rosslyn direct: and always
she listened to him attentively. and with
grave and courteous eyes.
The next afternoon, when We reached
Henley, we stopped to bait the horse
there. and we all went ashore; and, OF
course, for the sake Of old associations,
made our way to the Red Lion, the front
Of which was one magnificent mass Of
'risteria in full blossom, q sight worth
.-oming all the way to see. II was while
we were having tea in the well-known
parlor overlooking the river that Jack
Duncombe made these observations:
I'VE shall get to Sonning tonight; and
have been thinking that il Miss Ross-
lyn would like to see capital specimen
of an old-fashioned country inn, we might
line at the Bull there. Not the White
Hart down by the riverside-that is be-
loved of cockneys-but the Bull that the
artists who know the Thames swear by.
1t won't be exactly like dining at the
Bristol; but it will be good deal more
picturesque. What do you say. Miss Ross
lynT'
Miss Rosslyn. who has taken off her
sailor hat Thereby graciously revealing to
us all the beautiful masses Of her golden
brown hair) and is twirling the same on
her fOrefinger, makes answer very pref
| tily: II am sure whatever you all think
best will be best. Everything has been
delightfully."- arranged SO far; it is like
fairy dream to me. So don't ask me to
give any opinion, please; it will be much
better to leave it in your hands"
| When We arrive at our destination and
walk up through the little village to the
Bull inn, there is just enough light to give
our young American friend some vague
idea of what the place Is ike-the quaint.
old fashioned building Of brick and tim
Der, with Its red-tiled roof, its peaked
windows and small-paned easements, the
creepers trained up the wall, the large or
chard on one side Of the house, the row
Of tall lines in front. Inside there is
| another tale to tell: for we have made
our way along fhnzpleven flooring o. the
corridors ana Bt0n6ied headfon9 hsto the
apartment where we are to dine; we find
that lighted up by a cheerful blaze OF
lamps, and everything looking very snug
| md comfortable indeed.
Ito be continued9