The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1878-07-03

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It was evident that John was terribly
vexed, and very soon shared his an
noyance. Walt, tall, handsome, young
fellow, improved, not spoiled by travel.
just haunted the house.
He was generally off with Mamie as
soon as he arrived, and blind to Mrs,
Shllman's i'll concealed coldness and
Johns sarcastic speeches about boys
and puppies.
As for me, by the time my sleepy eyes
we're opened in the morning, Nanni
had taken long ride with Walt, was ct
the piano when / came into the room.
and Walt was walking beside Mamie
when the hour for our usual stroll ar
rived.
And the very demon of mischief DOS
sessed the girl. There was no freak she
was not inventing to imperil her life,
riding, driving, boating, and / fairly
shivered sometimes at the prospect Of
my nervous terrors when it would be my
task to try to control this quicksilver
temperament
But one day, when was in the sum-
mer house, q very rueful little maiden,
with a tear stained face, came to my
side.
"Walt il going away, 4" said she.
"Indeed."
eyes, and he says I'm wicked firt,
with checking sob; 81 thought /
would ask you about it."
"About what ?"
"Our getting married. You know papa
told me / was to marry you ages and
ages ago."
eyes"
"And knew it was all right if he said
so. But Walt says you must be muff
if you want wife who is all the time
thinking of somebody else. And you
know 1 can't help it. Walt has been
my friend ever since we we're always to-
gether. And when he was in Europe
papa wouldn't let us write to each other,
but kissed his picture every night and
morning and wore his hair in locket,
and thought of him all the time. And
he says you won't like it after we are
married"
"well, not exactly" 1 said dryly.
You'll have to stop thinking of him
then"
ST don't believe ever can. And so
thought I'd tell you, and perhaps
perhaps you will tell papa we don't care
about being married after all. 1 don't
think 1 could ever be sedate and grave
like an old lady, and of course ought
to be if L am to be an old mans wife,"
"Of course"
"And I am 80 rude and horrid, 1
know am not like nice city girls, and
am altogether hateful, but Walt don't
care"
rather agreed with Walt as she stood
in shy confusion before me, her eyes
still misty, her sweet lips quivering It
was sore wrench to give her up, but ]
was not quite an idiot, and said grave
"But your father ?"
eyes, l know he'll make q real
storm. But then his storms don't last
long, and maybe you would tell him
that you have changed your mind. You
have, haven't you."
Yes; the last half hour has quite
changed my matrimonial views"
Icould not help smiling, and the next
moment two arms encircled my neck. a
warm kiss fell uopn my cheek, and Nam
ME cried:
"You are perfect darling, perfect
darling, and I shall love you dearly all
my life."
SO when lost her love 1 gained it.
She fitted away presently, and gave
myself a good mental shaking up, and
concluded my FOOLS paradise would soon
have vanished if had undertaken to
make an sold lady" ont of Mamie.
Johns wrath was loud and violent
He exhausted all the vituperative Ian
guage in the dictionary, and then sat
down painting and furious.
GGNnuoa nnvy - ootI xuIok 10 4ha oh
lection to young Bruce Is he poor"
"No, confound himl He inhefits his
grandfather's property, besides what his
father will probably leave him."
els he immoralP"
''I never heard so.
"What does all him, then2"
Nothing, but I have set my heart on
Nannie's marrying You"
"WeQ you see she has set her heart
in another direction, and strongly OBJ
iect TO a wife who is in love with some
body else"
"What on earth sent the puppy
homer"
Glove for Mamie, imagine. Come,
John, you won't be my father-in-law,
for will not marry Mamie if you are
ever so tyrannical, but we can jog along
as usual, the best OF friends-lookl"
pointed out the window as spoke.
On the garden walk, shaded by great
oak tree. Walter Bruce stood looking
down at Mamie with love-lighted eyes.
Her beautiful face, all dimpled with
smiles and bushes, was lifted up to
meet his gaze, and both her little hands
were fast prisoned in his strong ones.
John looked. His lace softened, his
eyes grew misty, and presently he said:
"How happy she is, Lawrence"
"And we will not cloud her happiness,
John, answered. ''This is right and
fitting. Mamie is too bright May
flower ID be wilted by being tied up to
an old December log like me-"
So when, half fearful, the lovers came