The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1877-06-27
50 PER ANNUM.

as Cleve came in, whittier than Death
itself, and threw himself on the sofa.
Then, when he had told her, be-
tween spasms Of pain that forced him
to be speechless, the rosy flush crept
softly back and into the eyes, fairly
radiated happy, hopeful light.
CRY to bear it, my boy" she said,
gently. "You have proved what no.
BILE woman she is, if nothing more"
Then she went on, smiling to herself
: A plain, large room, situated
on the second story, that bore evidence
Of very recent furnishing, in the new,
cheap carpet on the floor, the cheap,
coarse, homely chairs and table. Be-
fore the small, mahogany framed look
ing glass that hung between the win
dows, Mrs. Symes Symington was ty-
ing her bonnet strings black
strings to black straw bonnet, trim
med with Quaker plainness-that com
pared suitably with her black alpaca
dress and dull plaid shawl. She smiled
at her reflection, then glanced down
at her unaccustomed toilet.
81 think / shall be successful-I
will be successful, for my boys sake.
The sight of his patient, pale face will
inspire me to any degree, and if Miss
Lorne is the woman | take her TO be,
she will prove it before an hour passes
over our heads.
"Since her descent into poverty
genteel, ladylike poverty, however,
learn she passes this house every day
at II o'clock, and takes her dinner at
the restaurant several doors below, so
if l intend to meet her had better be
going"
She locked the door, put the key in
her pocket, and went down the stairs
into the street-exactly in time; for a
slight, graceful figure, clad in gray twill
passed quietly by, and into the restau-
rant She knew it was Birdie Lorne,
as we'll as Cleve would have known it,
although she had never seen her before.
She walked calmly to the restaurant,
and took seat at the same table with
, the pretty, high bred girl. The place
} was nearly full, and Mrs. Symington
was glad of it. She could converse
all the better with this prospective
: daughter.in- law of hers; and, natur
ally, as sensible women the two formed
. speaking acquaintance while waiting
, for the meal. All at once, as if sud
? denly impressed with the idea, Mrs
!. Symington looked curiously i'll Bir
e dies face.
i 81 beg your pardon but are yoI
not Miss Lorne? l am quite sure yor
!, must be the young lady my son speak
|, of so often"
. There was something so kind anC
r genial in the air that Birdie did no
$ resent it.
"Your son? l certainly am Mis-
F! Lorne but you have the advantag
n of me-"
4 81 am Clove Symington's mother
c dear. There, forgive me, but you Sc
e l know all about it. | am so thank
3. full to have met you, quite providen
i TALLY"
!. Birdie blushed now, as much in sur
|. prise as anything else; and involun
v tarily glanced at the plain, unfashion
. able attire,
i. "You understand? We have bee
# as unfortunate as yourself Miss Lorne
rs Everything is gone and Cleve goes on
a actually goes out every day"
n A little exclamation Of amaze me
her vague remarks; and Birdie nevc
\. stopped to wonder where "evsrythin
,, was gone" or if Cleve "went out, act
20 ually, went out every day" for exeI
10 else, pleasure, or to earn his living
4. Only the impression received by he
to was just the one Mrs. Symington in
tended to convey.
ID "Poor fellow. Isis he we'll"
er 80, yes, perfectly we'll, and as brav
ID as lion; only-forgive me, dear
If only hopelessly cast down on your az
n. count. / am his mother, and to yol
of the only girl he ever loved, say-h
loves you with an election that wi
al never abate."
rt Brides checks glowed brighter an
b. roster, her eyes full of happy smile
as "And ! love him, dear Mrs Symini
Id ton-did then, only somehow, coul
d. not say Sc"
to "You do?-you are sure you dc
Then tell me to tell him, won't you
es or, better yet, come home with m
and tell him yourself. He may be i
ID, or not, l won't say; but if he is"
ou Birdie blushed violently, then liftt
ce her frank eyes, 81 will ask him if
ly thinks I am worthy. Come, dear Ml
he Symington."
h. In the cherries room she sat dow
with happy grateful tears in her eye
is, while Mrs Symingtou brought pen(
and paper. with a curious twitch