The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1875-07-14
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counted himself determined old bach
elor, and having no mother or sister, |
had drifted out Of the way Of woman I
kind and their interests. "Flossys"
simple record seemed to bring him
back to this forgotten world. 1t was
as if a girl had sat down by His side
and whispered her secrets in his ear.
Visions Of a sweet tired face behind
counter, of appealing blue eyes Che was
certain they must be blne), of Il veil of
some light hair Chair to match the
eyes), swept over him, and all his
knighthood was reused. Find he must,
and help her but howP Never did
search seem moreunpromisingly devoid
of clew.
To advertise was, Of course, his first
thought. Found, a small green pock-
et-book," appeared next day among
the "personals" in the Herald. and was
reiterated so many times thereafter as
to become, as it were, a permanent
feature Of the paper. A singular rage
for shopping seized upon John. Every
afternoon, leaving his office early, he
betook himself to this amusement,
choosing always those shops where wo-
men were employed. No bride elect,
with a trousseau to buy, ever went into
the business more determinatedly.
Long stairs daunted him not he pen.
etrated to third stories, to fourth, even
to those mysterious topmost regions
where "ladies' outfitting" is attended
to. Everywhere he questioned, Have
you among your employees young
lady named Florence l have acci-
dentally come into possession of an ar
ticle belonging to her which | am anx-
ious to return"
But no one answered the advertise
ment and, though more than one
Florence turned up in the shops, they
were not the one; they had no con-
nection with the little green pocket
book.
So May passed, and June and July,
and when August drew on, and the
city became a great focus of baking
. walls and evil savors, our friend, tough
, and-active as he was, began to feel the
need of change. "Flossy's" word;
haunted him. THE long, cool roll
and the swash, the gulls diving and
pluuging in the spray )" they filled him
! with longing for the sea. He resolved
on vacation and one sultry evening
, after an hours humping on the rail
9 road, and further jolt in a countr.
t wagon, ,.he found himself at Orienta
Point on the Long Island shore, spo
e which had rejoiced in the name of Clan
2 cove until recent rechrlstening at tn,
t hands of local spectators, whose i'm
f agination, fred by the completion o
S the branch railroad, had jumped for
f ward to anticipated hotels and GROVE
!. Of metropolitan "boarders." Both no
t tells and crowd were happily non-exisi
a ent so far, and the sylvan quiet O
Clam cove still brooded over Orienta
+. point. The red farm.houses seattere'
: along the beach sufficed for the fey
!. strangers who had found out the place
a and in one of these Mr.. Singleton an
his knapsack we're received and We!
i coined with hearty country hospital
+ ity which it was to be feared woul
! disappear with the nearer approach {
4 the ubiquitous steam whistle.
Two days of basking in sun and sal
,, two nights of cool freshness made
''e new man. Utterly content and utterl
4 lazy, he felt indisposed for everythin
r. but to lay under the shade OF rock
v watch the water come and go, and ma
ID and dream.
,s 1t was on the fourth day Of this oy
70 ter-like existence that he reused fro
W doing reverie at the sound of voic
II speaking near. Some ladies had seate
5. themselves just below him. On
il dressed in mourning and wrapped in
:. shawl, seemed an invalid. The 9TH
re- had dark red brown hair streamiI
e. down over a cool-looking white al
,e black dress. She was reading aloy
as Lowell's little poem, "Sea Weed
ie John caught the words distinctly.
81 wonder what that means exac
ID ly ?" she said as she finished.
ee at is very graceful"
n "Yes, but it's puzzlng, too--a ia
cinating puzzle. Tn always wonde
a ing if Mr., Lowell, when he wrote
meant the same thing which | fancy
". meant. 1t quite leases me"
n "And yet you like it so much,
ut "Oh, that's the very reason. l like
N. be teased and set to thinking. AliC
Is are yoas warm enough ?"
IN, John pricked up his cars. But Il
NJ girl has dark hair.
mt Thanks - yes, I'm almost wal
enough. Still, you might fetch I
20. gray shawl, Marion, if you don't mind
in John caught glimpse of the CIR
oh face as she came back with the shaw