The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1877-09-05

rest among the wild roses, in woody
place beside a gurgling brook that
bounded the farm meadows.
eff this pleases him, he will give me
anything l ask" she unused. 81 shall
ask him to find me steady employment
in this sort of work"
inst then she stopped, startled.
On the low, green bank she saw a
young and handsome man sitting in
careless Incidence, his lazy fishing line
low in the water, and big dog lolling
beside him.
walter p she gasped, drawing her
breath hard.
"Babette !" he said, with glad en-
phasis, sPringing to bis feet. "Oh,
Babette, when | despaired finding you,
fate has sent you to me, love-"
81 have nothing to do with love-"
she cried, with bitter impatience,
Nothing !"
She pushed back his outstretched
hands, and stood before him white as
the dead.
"Babette !" he demonstrated in Won
der.
Don't speak to me, Walter" she
moaned, and her voice sounded like a
sigh out Of sepulchre.
"What do you mean ?" he demand
ed. "Surely you have not ceased to
love me! Good heaven have suf
fered enough without such sorrow as
that would cause me-"
With one agonized effort the girl
choked hack every open emotion, and
when she spoke her words were icily
calm.
"It would have been better for me
if had never loved you," she said
"You were a gay collegIan, and an
inmate of the seminary opposite your
abode, when you first saw me. To you
ouI first acquaintance was an amusing
Irritation to me, it was a sweet and
sober reality Of love, although | must
have been mad when | went with you
to distant village, and in that OBJ
scure little parsonage became your
wife. / must have been mad, Walter
Walworth. That night you left me al
the private gate of the seminary. The
next day you were gone. On the next
| graduated and came home. [ have
never from that time until now known
whether you were dead or alive. Why
should still love you p
Because love is love, and because
am yours and you are mine )" was the
impressive answer. "Babette, / was
called home by the sudden illness o
my father, from which he as suddenly
recovered. Then / tried to tell him o
my new relation. At first he laughed
then finding me in earnest he became
angry, and vowed he would disown nj
if did not at once become the hus
band of his ward, who, by the way
was as averse to such union as was
and who has since happily married. |
in my resentment, left his roof forever
to subsist as best / could on the small
heritage left me by my mother. l trieC
to find you, Babette, but you know
that our courtship was so dellciousl,
sweet, that in its briefness l had quit,
forgotten whether your native Green
vile was in Thule or Cathay. | hav
been in score of Greenvilles in a
many states and have just found you
I have never deceived in but on
thing. my darling, aud if you will con
suit the register of the clergyman VIII
married us you will find that the nam
of your husband is Welter WalwortI
Kenwick, Babette; my wife you are
and as such | claim you. Surely ou
love was not such light thing as t
be outlived by you in SO short time ?
Bahette had not outlived it, no
would she ever, that she knew an,
she said so in passionate speech brC
ken by rain of tears.
There was one moment lost in RAP
turous embrace, and then Babette fel
tho scarlet bud stir on her bosom.
Roy Kenwick was coming to-nigh
and be had promised to give her wha
she asked if the toy should please hin
a She had often heard him speak of til
q disobedient son whose strange and III
b flial absence had whitened his haiI
a before their time, and hardened hi
heart into an unforgIviness that he a
h. firmed should be lasting.
# A great light deepened in her pansy
J, blue eyes.
: 81 must go and prepare my FRIEND
! for your coming, dear" she said com
g to the house about sunset"
g AS she sped home through the will
] roses, the broad, coarse figure of Mr.
il FaxOn intercepted her way.
"WhO was it you went to nee
:, Bah ?" she demanded. shaking wit
e rage. "Oh, that l have lived to Sc
IS this day, you sly, ungrateful creature
It You shall go back to the kitchen an