The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1874-09-30
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It, but the sound died away on her

est, but the sound died away on her
lips.
ayes, to Sandusky," he repeated, in
voice which sounded almost savage.
"Girl did you think l was milksop
or an idiot, that you could play with
my heart like a child's toy? Can
put love on and off again at will, or
shall | let you break my heart and
torture me again as yeu did six years
ago? No, by HeavenI you shall not.
What Natty, little Nattyl are you
crying again? oh, my darling what
did you think was made of? / could
mt see your sweet, false face every
day, and look into your bright eyes,
hear your voice, and not love you
again. You have tried every sweet,
wicked vile in your power-and you
know ito draw me to you, only that
you might cast me off and laugh at
me again. l love you SO desperately
that could take you in my arms this
moment and leap overheard into the
lake with you. l am running away
with you, Natalie"
ghe wind freshened, the lake became
still rougher. Faster and faster flew
the tiny sailboat. Natty, thoroughly
miserable, and now thoroughly fright
ened, leaned down upon her knees, and
cried with all her might. George Gar
nett began to relent. He looked at
the unhappy girl beside him, and his
lip quivered, as always when the mans
feelings we're strongly moved. He
hesitated moment-then called to
the boatman.
ave cannot go back" answered the
boatman. t"We couldn't bulge an
inch in the face of this wind. If we
ever come out of this alive, we'll do
well. Blame me if ever l listen to a
fool again."
And now not only the girl, but also
her fery-hearted, rash lover, and even
the veteran boatman began to be seri-
ously alarmed. 1t required all the
boatman's skill, assisted by the now
very penitent George Garnett, to man.
age the boat Natty lay down in
heap in the bottom of the boat, and
neither spoke nor looked up, she was
so frightened. At length the moon
went down, and it was terrible for a
little while, beating about in the un-
certain b|ackness. Nobody spoke, on
ly when the boatman gave orders to
George Garnett. The most grievous
troubles and the most perilous situa-
tiions in this life are ended at last, how.
ever. After what seemed to George
Garnett eternity, the blackness began
to brighten into gray, and star after
star blinked, little, and then sudden
ly popped out of sight entirely. Off
to their right could be dimly perceived
something which looked like the shad.
owy outline of houses and schooIers.
"We'll run her in safe enough now,
I guess" said the boatman. ."But
blame me if I'm fond of this fun P'
George Garnett crept very humbly
to the side of Natty.
"Forgive me if you can, Miss Ma
talie," he said. 81 don't think a man
ever loved woman as l love you. l
was crazy, / loved you So"
"But love you too" said .Gatty.
In half an hour more they were
walking up the venerable Sandusky
wharf together.
"What was the use," said Natty, "of
bringing me across the lake and near
ly drowning met tell me that you
loved me, when you could have done
so much more comfortably in the par
lor at homer
The steamer from Sandusky that
morning carried to Put-in-Bay very
meek and subdued young lady and
gentleman, looking something as you
have seen two runaway horses look
that have been ducked in the river.
The lady was covered with an i'm.
mense bran-new linen duster, which,
for material and makeup, was most
bdzarre. 1t is not necessary to say
that the tremendous linen duster COW
cred ball-dress. And the two peo.
pie had not much to say for them
selves.
George Garnett'sfather rallied suffi-
GENTLY to be present, clothed in his
right mind and in decent garments,
three months after that, at a wedding.
with the approval of all their friends,
George and Natty were united in holy
matrimony, in the orthodox fashion,
except that Natty didn't promise to
obey. They lived happy ever after.
But they never say much about how
two lunatics made the trip from Put
in-Bay to Sandusky one night in lit
tie sail-b boat.
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imported into the different parts of