The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1875-07-14

must get away's fast's they can and it's
too bad to turn you out but l don't
see no other way 10 tx it and if you
don't mind Elkins ahezt door has q
room free every bit like the one you're
in now and Almiry shall carry over
your things and you'll be every bit as
comfortable and ! hope you'll have 10
hard feelings about it," All this in
breath, and without audible punctua-
ton.
John comforted the good dame,
whose face was full of trouble. After
all, what matter "Almiry" lent a
hand, and in two hours he was seated
in Mrs. Elkins' front-room, "every
whit as comfortable" as he had been
in bic old quarters.
Going down to dinner, the red.
brown eyes which he had noticed on
the beach confronted him.
"It's the Miss Whitemores, Mr.
don't recall your name," remarked
Mrs. Elkins, spooning out her steam
ing chowder. And in this unceremo-
nious way their introduction was effect
ed.
Intimacies ripen fast under such cir
cumstances. Reading, sailing and
walking together, spending whole days
and day after day in company, it was
10 wonder that before long the three
so lately strangers should become as
old friends. 1t was easy to know the
Misses Whittemore, they were SO frank
and simple, so pleasantly well-bred.
Alice, the eldest, gentle, womanly
creature, quiet in speech and manner,
and full of a certain sweet common
serse, was evidently the object of fond
est care to the brown-eyed Marion.
John had never known any girls like
them. 1t was revelation Of the pleas
ant possibilities Of life to be in such
contact. Still his shyness and old
habit of distrust hampered and held
him back. "What man ever under
stood a woman ?" he asked himself al
don't pretend to. 'Flossy' indeed !
did have real glimpse of her in that
blessed little book Now if some fai-
ry would just open door and let me
, see the inside of Marion's heart in the
same way, then should know where
was"
Marion Yes, the imaginary Flossy
was dethroned the real Marion reign
ed in her stead. John, however, was
. still unconscious of his subjugation,
, and how long the thing might have
halted no one can tell, had not Fate,
{ as she often does, taken the matter into
! her own hands.
Q "My brother is coming down for
= Sunday said Alice one morning.
f Have you brother Z"
"Oh, yes. Have we never told you
about him2 Poor boy! It's his first
J. vacation this summer. We have wish
; ed for him SO often, and now at last ne
f can come"
/ John watched the sisters curiously
i as they made ready for their walk to
v the depot that afternoon, but he did
}, not offer to accompany them. Lucky
fellow y he muttered, with sigh, and
i fell to gnawing his moustache, sure
l. sign Of uneasiness and emotion.
a BY and ny they came back, each
IF holding an arm of observation-disclosures, ,
merry.faced youth, who walked be-
t, tween with fac$ of entire content
a ment. :,
y "My brother, Mr. Singleton" said
2 Alice, in her gentle voice, as John rose
$, to greet them.
% "Happyto know you," said the new
conner, shaking hands cordially. "Ihe
3 girls have written about you till feel
NJ as if we we're acquainted. | say, what
es beach Can't we have sail this ey'
ID ening, Flossy ?"
e, John started as if shot. 4,
al thought your name was Marion,
er he said confusedly, staring like one II
W o dream.
ID "Yes, so it is" she answered care
I'd lessly "but my middle name is Flor
!" ence, and Tom called me Floss Away
when we were little. He does nov
IT, sometimes" :.
"You really must leave it off" sale
Alice. "Flossy is absurd for grown
s. up person"
II Marion at doesn't sound absurd t
he me at all"
ats beautiful !' jerked out John
still absorbed iu the suddenness of hi
to surprise. Marion looked at him, as
,e. tonished. He felt himself blush undel
her gaze, but offered no explanation
lis and the subject was dropped.
The real and the ideal rarely com
m bine in life. When they do, only on
he conclusion seems possible. Event
l." few rapidly after this eciairissemen
rs The course of true love has intervals 0
Vi smooth running for all the poets ma,
a - =. -. aaotrarg Tho hriOht hunl