The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1874-09-30

Natalie glanced mechanically at the
place where his pencil had swept
across the page. He had marked
these lines:
80 being of beauty and bliss seen and
In the depths of my soul, and possessed
there alonel
My days know thee hot; and my lips
name thee never;
Thy place in my poor life is vacant for
ever.
We have met; we have parted. No more
is recorded
In my annals on earth"
That night again she was once more
the bright, merry firt, the gayest of
The gay. They had a chop" at the
little hotel. Round and roond spun
the happy dancers, and Natty was the
brightest, sauciest Of them all. George
Garnett was there, but he did not
dance. He looked silent and melan-
choly, seeing which Natty became
wilder than ever, and her little feet
flew round like mad. At the close of
waltz she sat down to breathe for a
moment. Fate led her to sit down
beside pillar against which George
Garnett leaned, with folded arms, lost
in thought. But he saw her, and
bowed and smiled. Then he held out
card to her. She took it, read upon
it his name, and beneath the words,
"Pour prendre congo"
She looked up in quick alarm, as if
expecting to find him already gone.
But he approached as she raised her
eyes.
"Will you walk on the veranda a
little, Miss Natalie ?"
She put her hand through his. arm
without word, and he led the way
out to the veranda.
81 am going away in the morning,
Miss Natty. Perhaps / shall not see
you soon again. So" She caught
her breath with quick sigh, as if
stricken with sudden pain. George
Garnett reached out and took in his
own the little hand which rested
against arm. "Natty, little Natty,"
he said softly, "will you come with me
for moonlight sail ? Burrell is down
there yet with his boats, and he will
take us out. 1t IS so beautiful to night,
and have not troubled you often this
summer, have II"
"No," said Natty.
They went out into the bay, rising
and falling with the moon-iit waves
Burrell, the boatman, tended his sail
and George Garnett sat down beside
Natalie.
"Yes, l must 60 away in the morn
ing; | have had a letter Trombone, y
emphasizing the one word scornfully
"My father is on his death-bed. Miss
Barton, you know who and what my
father is? ?"
eyes," said Natty, family, 81 do
with soft, gentle sound in her voice
Il have not spoken to my father fol
four yours" said Garnett. "Perhap,
l did wrong; don't know. l thought
he had disgraced me and the memory
of my mother so. But 1 must go tc
him now, for he is dying. A distant
relative of my father is with him. This
cousin is an old man, and wealthy
He it is who writes the letter. He
says | am the only relative he has lef
in this country, except his daughter, &
girl of eighteen. i have never seer
her, but have heard that she is beau
tiful, and as good as an angel. Ny
fathers cousin writes that if hi
daughter and myself should be mu
stually pleased with each other, PLEASED
enough TOTO marry each other, tina
he will be very glad to see us 81
disposed of, and in that case my for
tune will be made. He is kind enough
to say that he knows Of nobody t
whom he wonld more gladly trust hi
young daughters happiness than t.
me. So tomorrow | must leave thes,
pleasant islands, and go to the fai
young cousin whom | have never seen
l hope you will find the rest of tn
summer delightful, Miss Natalie"
Natty buried her face in her hands
George Garnett bent over her, anC
drew her hands away from her face
Natty was crying.
He looked at her for a moment, anC
his own face looked pale in the moon
light. He moved away and said few
rapid words to the boatman, in a low
tone. Then he came back and sa
down beside Natty in silence. ii,
took one Of Natty's hands, and held j
tight in his own, but said not a word
On, on they sped, through the NOON
lit water. 1t was rougher now, anC
the waves were rolling higher. Aftel
a while Natty looked up. The boa
had changed its direction, and they
were out of sight of the island, th'
bay-out of sight of everything, i
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