The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1871-01-17
THE FATE OF A NlNNY.
By RICHARD PESwIcK.


noon, while was TRANQUILITY smoking
in a cool, shady, pretty arbor, and
feeling like anything but a contact
with my quick.wtted relative.
I "Mr. Eugene Barnard, / think you
are really a ninny. You know she
likes you, you know che is beautiful,
you know she is kind, gentle and very
afiectionate; you know her brothers,
her sisters, her father, and her mother
all like you; you know she has as
much if not more property than you
have; you know you in condition to
marry, and still you seem to forget her
altogether. l declare, it is a shame p'
"My darling mouse" l rejoined,
"there is an obstacle"
can obstacle an obstacler' she re-
tnrncd, highly indignant. "And what
if there is an obstacle? That is one
half the delight of love, sirW
"Your delight, no doubt. But mine
is too serious to be laughed at really
too formidable"
"Any pray, sir, may ask what is
your obstacle?"
"My obstacle, in two fearful words,
is--a man."
My respected sister drew herself up,
stared straight at me for a minute,
breathed iercely like pair..of black
smiths bellows, sighed long sigh of
contempt, despair, sorrow and obiura-
tion, and then stalked solemnly out Of
the room, and forbore to look at me
for twenty-four hours.
The young person under considera-
ton was an exceedingly handsome
girl, whom l had met several times,
but who, frankly confess, 1 did not
think had the bad taste to take any
particular interestin me- I, privately,
liked her very much indeed. and WAS
overwhelmed with joy at the particu-
lar statement Of my sister, who indica-
I'd a reciprocal fancy for me. But
there was an obstacle without doubt,
and that obstacle a man, as l had
stated.
| Now this man was fierce ugly-tem-
pered fellow, though handsome, and
was intelligent enough to be consider
able of a power in the large colony of
cotton weavers in the town where he
was the overseer of a mill of great di-
mensions. had experienced his i'll
favor on the two occasions when | had
casually paid visits TO Miss Malls and
her parents, and was given to under
stand that he considered himself suit
or for her hand and was accustomed to
he violently Jealous Of any one whom
he chose to imagine rival.
Fired by the intelligence that l
should be more than welcome in the
house of the Malises, / Of course paid
little attention to the past scowls of
this dragon, and made up my mind to
90 Immediately down to her home in
the country, and to lay regular siege
to her hand.
At this particular time there hap
pened to be to be innumerable trade
riots and disturbances throughout the
cotton towns, and especially in War
! wick, where / was about to go, and l
beheld the name Of Devon tmy antag-
onist) mentioned in the papers man
particularly active in the interest of
the operatives against some new regu'
latiuns which were being made in the
mills. I do not, to this day, know
what these regulations were, or what
awakened such violent opposition to
them and am only aware that the
promoters of the new ideas were in ex-
tremely ili-iavor with the operatives,
and that, in many cases, personal vio-
lence had been used to get them from
the town.
This however, had in my mind very
little to do with Miss Malls, or my vis-
il to her town, and SO | went, as |
planned, much to the delight of this
sister of mine, who instantly began
making estimates for house Of fearful
T dimensions, which was to be occupied
at an early day by me and mine. |
descended at the station Of Warwick
and looked about me. The first per-
son | beheld as he stood with a group
of hungry cotton-spinners (eyeing all
who came by the train with savage
looks of suspicion), was this selG-same
Devon, who scowled at me and follow
ed me with his eyes.
l thought little Of it, and drove to
the only hotel Of the place, noticing,
as l went, that crowds Of men were
abroad ein0inp and hOOtiuo. that MANY