The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1874-09-23

| prompt and bold rythm, and upon its
rich and exact harmony. She felt that
she was singing better than she had
ever sung before, and Others may have
thought the same.
"Oh," cried Nettie Blake, when a
pause came in the singing, "why can't
we sing the Anthem Of the Redeemed?
Mr.. Bartol and Clara can sing the
duet, 1 am sure"
The idea was caught up eagerly by
others, and Philip consented to try il.
The duet is one Of the most beautiful
compositions ever put into.church mu-
sic, and Philip knew it, and be also
knew that much Of the effect would
depend upon the organ accompani-
ment The organist was q lady, and
he asked her if she could play it. She
said she could try. She tried and
blundered. Philip sat down and play
ed it for her. She caught the inspira-
tion and succeeded upon the next
trial.
And then came the trial with Clara.
She had tried it often, but never salts
fed herself. Now, however, she had
guide sure and reliable. With her
own surprising voice and ear it was
easy to keep time and tune with Philip
Bartol.
| And thus Philip Bartol became ac-
quainted with Clara Palmer, and the
first great heart-throb of pure, deep JOY
he had ever felt he felt when he dis
covered that the beautiful girl looked
up to him tenderly and confdingly.
There is a wonderOus power in music
for reaching down into the human
heart and awakening the tenderer soul
borne instincts.
On the last Of August the religious
society of Ashford held picnic, and
Philip invited Clara to go with him.
AT this picnic party was upset up
on the lake, and two children would
have been drowned had not Philip
Bartol plunged into the deep water
and saved them.
Philip came forth drenched and
dripping from the lake, but he came
forthssa hero, and the blessings which
were ashowered upon him by the par
ents and friends of those whom he had
saved more than compensated him.
81 must be sorry sight," he said,
as he stood dripping before Clara,
at was a'noble baptism" she an
swered him.
And she took his hand, and there
were tears with her smiles.
And then he was ten thousand times
repaid.
The cool days of autumn came, and
one evening Philip Bartol sought DIR.
Palmer in his private study.
The doctor was a PLAZA, practical
man, upright and large h rted.
Philip stated his business fairly and
straightforwardly.
He wished to know if he might offer
himself to Clara.
81 have found her all 1 can ever
hope to gain in wife," he said, "and
love her truly and we'll. She is my
first and only love. l am an orphan,
sir, and of relatives near and dear l
have none living. My name has nev-
er been dishonored, unless patient,
humble toll may be dishonor. OF
property | have managed to lay up
enough to purchase a good farm; or
at least, could nearly pay for it. l
have good education which l may
turn to account in the future. Touch
ing my antecedents, sir, l have re-
quested Deacon Larrabe to correspond
with parties in the city with whom he
is acquainted, and for the result l re-
fer you to him."
The good doctor was really troubled.
"Ihis is not entirely unexpected"
he said. 81 saw the Deacon to-day,
and he told me what he had done
at your desire. Upon that point / am
satisfied. But, sir, l am very poor
poorer than you think. Even my
home is mortgaged, and | cannot say
that the horse which / drive is mine.
My labors here have been rather more
of love than profit. Such labors feed
the heart but do not aid to material
subsistence.
"My good sir" said Philip with a
pathos that was heart-reaching, 81 can
only promise you this: If you will
give me Clara for my wife, and she
will consent so to be, l will devote my
life to her welfare. am sure l can
provide at least a comfortable home to
start with. 1t has been my darling aim
to find Il home for myself-a home
where love and blessing should crown
my life. With your sweet.minded
child for my partner l believe that
home will be mine"
The doctor could not find it in his
heart to say nay, and he told the
youth that. he might go and seek
Clara.