Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-01-10

Il was right. however. Did you eve,
see father and son so like?'' asks Vera.
oddly
CHAPTER VII.
Wen, I'm off," says Griselda. pokinr
ner pretty head into the summer house
where Vera sits reading. 1t is next day
and very lovely day. too.'
For your ramble," says Vera. layinc
down her book. $50 you won't take my
advice? Very good. Go on. and von'E
see that you won't prosper" Her tone 1.
half gay, half serious. And don't bt
long, entreats Vera, with a sudden rush
or anxiety. Don't, now. Yes, I'm il
deadly earnest. There is that man al
>ver the place. let loose. as it were. 70,
my discontinue, and if he turns I'D IL
.his part OF the world l suppose shall
have to talk to him."
What calamity" says Griselda, witt
a little feigned dropping Of her mouth
In this barren wilderness even manns
may be regarded with rapture-eyen Sea
ton! Better any man than no man
say t.
so say not I, then" with great spirit
She has leaned forward upon her elbow
and her eyes are brilliant with litti,
| suspicion Of anger. "Give me a deser
Island rather than the society of a maj
whom l know it will require only time t.
teach me to detest. And how You car
call him SO familiarly 'Seaton,' passe.
my"
/ A pause! An awful pause. Who is i
that has turned the corner Of the summe
house. and is looking in at them with
/ curOnS pynroSSiop rn,pI hiS ypn,31-2 ~ -;
selda is the first to recover.
Isn't it absurd?' she says, smilin.
rather lamely. But 1 assure you, Sea
ton, your sudden appearance quite tool
away my breath. You should stamp whe1
you come to house like this. The gras.
all round is so thick"
TOO thick!' says Dysart, with a swift
glance at Vera, who has lost all her color
For the future l shall try to remember
[ am very sorry / startled you" He ha.
addressed himself entirely to Griselda
unless that one lightning glance of Con
temptuous reproach cast at Vera coult
! be counted. But 1 was on my way I,
one of the farms, and this is the lowest
the nearest path to it. shall never ceas,
to regret"-here he stops dead short, ant
turns his eyes unreservedly on Vera
that 1 did not take the upper one"
He makes both girls slight bow, ant
walks swiftly onward on the unluck,
path he had chosen.
"Oh, Vera, do somethingw cries Grisel
la, in small agony of CONSERVATION
clasping her hands. Vera, thus admon
shed, springs to her feet, and, driver
half by honest shame and half by i'm
pulse, rushes out of the summer hous,
| and runs after Dysart as he Is fast dis
!
; him, painting and pale with agitation, sh,
lays her hand timidly upon his arm
! Il am so grieved," she says, her charm
! ing face very panied, her lips white
There are moments when one hardly
/ knows what one says. and
I There are such moments, certainly,
says he, interrupting her remorselessly
But hey can hardly be classed Will
those in which the calm condolences OF
one sister are exchanged with the other
And why should you apologize? l assur,
you, you need not. l do not seek for OF
desire anything of the kind"
1t almost seems to her that he ha.
shaken her hand from his arm Draw
ing back, she sees him proceed upon hi.
J way, and then returns to Griselda.
II really think hate him." says Vera
vehemently. The recollection Of his con
temptuous glance, the way in which h,
! had disdained her apology-above all
| that slight he had offered her when h,
had displaced her hand from his arm-al
rankle in her breast, and a hot flow o.
| shame renders her usually pale face bril-
| liant. There, never mind him." she says
! with a little frown. He is not stayin:
/ long, fortunately, and this episode will
| bear good fruit of one sort at least. H.
will not trouble me with his society whil
you are away. Now hurry, Grselda, dc. ;
Griselda. with light laugh. drawn ir
resistibly by the gorgeous loneliness o
the lights and shadows of the land belc V
runs down the pathway and is soon los
! to view.
When she returns over an hour late
she discovers to her amazement, tina
Vera is still in it.
You are miserable about that wretch
I'd affair Of the morning." cries Griselda
! Never mind it. If you will come to din
ner l promise you to do all the talking
| and as it has to be endured do entreai
you to keep up your spirits"
"Oh, yes There isn't decent chance
Of escape" says Vera, wearily.
i "'Sh!' cries Griselda, softly, putting
M her hand; the sound of coming foot
steps, slow, deliberate footsteps purpose
| " made heavier, smites upon their ears
"oGod heavens. Here he is" says
| C;riselda, and indeed they have barely
! time to put on a carefully unconscious
| iemeanor, when Seaton Dysart darkens
the door of the summer house, and looks
.oldly down on them.
."rhey told me l should find you here.
lie says, speaking to Vera. Il have come
to say good-by.'
But surely you are not going SO soor
NOT before dinner, not to-nlght! cries
Griselda, thunderstruck by this solution
# their difficulty. and a little sorry. too
| 81 am going now. GOod-by, noidinl
mt his hand to her with a determlnatioi
not 70 l,e changed. Griselda takes II ane
| shakes it genially, nay, warmly. His hu
, - i decidedly hostile, and II ne nc
ints the old father of their incivihty-
yt.;iny to propitiate him, she tells her
will be the correct thing, ana sh'
ows yositivel, friendly toward MN
nj bcams upon him with gentle entreat'
her eye. -;,,
If you must go, do us one serve. 9.
ir,t" she says. do you see that rose!
Il rather mkempt and stragghng speci
.,,cn of its kind that trails IN unadmlree
Ii.order lust outside the door. II na' q,
ratified me many a time, but you are IAN
IN. taller than most; will you h1t ,hes.
,-vkward tendrils, and press them Dacs
into shape! s,,,le
that Tom Peyton would have gwen sew