Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-04-11


which was % placed that one could see
the incoming tide. The waves were roll
ing In grandly; the wind had freshened,
and they broke in sheets of white foam.
Inc sunlight lay on the sea and on the
shore. on the white cliffs and on the green
bill; it fell on the golden hair and sweet
face opposite to him. A feeling OF per
feet rest came over him, of happiness
such as in his whole life he had never
known before.
Il heard You singing in church last
sunday. he said. II have been staying
in this neighborhood for some time. You
nave very beautiful voice: was quite
delighted with it,
1 am fond Of music" she answered-
above all things. 1 am fond of singing
1t Is the one pleasure Of my life. i TO-.
get everything else when l sing"
When once Hettie had lost her shy.
embarss ssed manner, she talked to Sir
Basil with sh the ease and grace that
were natural to her. He told hes-sc g. the
picture in the Academy, and she was
amused to hear about it, and in her turn
related how the artist came to Southwood
in search Of picturesque scenes, and saw
her sitting by this same wall. and begged
that lie might make q sketch of her face.
She did not know that the picture had
oeen the success Of the year. He told her
all about it.
here" he said. when she expressed her
surprise.
And then she told him of her busy life,
and how, do what she would, she could
not make the days long enough.
He SAT- nv the x~oIl ypo,o
than an hour; and. when at last he rose,
longing to stay, yet aware that he had
been there long enough, they both felt
as though they had been friends for
years.
Sir Basil called several times at Rose
walk, and Martin Ray, who had al his
life hated everyone who could not be
called aristocratic. took a fancy to him
They did not agree in all respects. Sin
Basil told him frankly that he thought
some of his ideas terrible and hideous.
You will see," said Martin. You
will live longer than / shall. What l
now teach the world it will believe and
practice when the stinging nettles are
growing over my grave"
why do you suppose that your grave
will be covered with stinging nettles ?"
asked Sir Basil.
Martin laughed q bitter little cynical
laugh.
Il do not imagine that anyone living
will care to plant flowers there" he re-
piled.
So the weeks sped on. and Martin Ray,
in his own cynical. selfish fashion. after
a time became quite. fond Of Sir Basil.
He looked for his coming; he was more
gloomy than usual on the days when he
did not make his appearance.
They were talking together one morn
ing, while Hettie was away giving her
lessons; and Sir Basil said laughingiy
that it was strange they had met SO often
without Martin even knowing his name.
There was something impressive in the
gesture with which Martin suddenly held
up his hand.
us it q name that you have made for
yourself?' he asked.
NO: it was made for me-" replied Sir
Basil.
Then / do not want to know it. As
man with good intentions. l like you: you
are straiehtforward, honest and hOnora-
BILE; but, il you have one of those names
with a handle probably borne by many
generations of men who have lived upon
their fellow-men, l do not wish to know
it. The FIRST time l saw you l thought
you looked like an aristocrat. If you are
one, do not tell me so: 1t would spoil my
opinion Of you."
"If you call me Glen" said Sir Basil
Il shall understand; and that name will
do as well as any other"
Il hope" said Martin half savagely.
that you are not q young duke in dis
guise."
II am quite sure of that" replied Sir
Basil, laughing. 81 am neither duke nor
belted earl"
1T would be hard work to hate you;
but should hate you il you were" said
Martin.
From that time he always called Sir
Basil "Glen:" and when Hettie spoke Of
him il was as "Mr. Glen"
(TO be continued)