The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1878-04-17

mucn except go up SIalrs anu uOWu hBih
for these four days"
Dear me r. began Mrs. Lenox. But
Felicia, moved by an impulse, broke,
in,
"I think I must have come in the
same train with Mrs. Dalrymple. l
wonder if might go up and see her ?"
Rather to her surprise, Sally made no
objection.
"She hain't said she wouldn't see no.
BODY, and mebbe it'll rouse her up q
bit, was her ultimatum, and Miss NAL
lows ran lightly up. A door stood half
open she tapped, and in answer to q faint
"Comein," entered the bedroom, where,
covered with a resplendent star-pattern-
ed patchwork quilt, lay her late fellow
traveller.
The pale cheeks, from which much of
the childish roundness had wasted, flush
ed at sight Of her.
"I hope you will forgive me for COM
ing up 80 unceremoniously, began Fell
Ella, speaking rapidly to hide her own
nervousness. "Your old housekeeper
gave me leave, and-well, felt so sorry
for you, sick and alone in a strange
place, that / wanted to come. If it tires
you, you must send me away"
The girl looked at her moment in
silence. Then she said: "Won't you sit
down? There's a chair"
Miss Mallows sat down. She was a
pleasant object to look at in her olive
greens and pheasant browns, with cheeks
and eyes frightened by frosty air, and
the invalid felt it.
"You was in the car the day / came,
wasn't you ?" she said. "I recollect
your hat. I've been sick most ever
since. 1t seems long time"
"The first few weeks in a new place
are apt to sc en- long," replied Felicia,
kindly; "and dare say you miss your
home."
81 haven't any home to miss sadly.
"Indeed p
"No. 1 don't remember my folks at
all, or scarcely. My father he died
when 1 was born, and mother when i
wasn't but two. I hadn't any body else,
so they sent me to the orphan asylum,
and lived there fifteen years"
"Poor child Did you? And what
then?
"Then I was took by Mr.. Parker
over to Cheshire. was their help, but
they was very good to me, and it wat
most of home I'd ever had. Miss
Parker she liked to have me call hel
ma, and did,"
"And then you married Mr.. Dal
rymple."
Eyes" The blue eyes clouded over
and the lips closed tightly over the on
word.
"And now 1 hope you'll have a rea
home of your own at last. What
pleasant old place this is Even a
this season one can Esee that. And m.
friends tell me that Mr.. Dalrymple is s
kind and good and clever, and so mucl
respected in the neighborhood. 1 an
sure you can not fail to be happy will
him, though Just at first the farm ma,
seem little lonely and strange"
The reply to these well meant remark
was unexpected, for the bride burs
into violent fit of crying, which n
soothing on the part of her dismaye
guest availed to check.
"Ill tell you about it, she sobbed q
last, quieting a little, and won to conf
dence, as it were, by the tears i
Felicia's own eyes. "I haven't had an
one to tell before, and I'm so unhappy
/ didn't ever think 1 should feel s.
when l got married. They all said
should be fool if didn't take MI
Dalrymple, because he was go we'll of
and he wanted me so much F; even Mis-
Parker she said she couldn't countt
nance no such thing as my sayin' ne
and I'd never have such another chanC
the longest day lived. Then L
never had no one to do for me before, an
he gave me such lot of things, and
did so like to look nice and pretty hH
? ladies do, and so did. And thel
, somehow, when it was all over, and
{ had to go off with him, it come to II
r all of a sudden what I'd done, and no
my whole life was a-goingsto be just I'll
| same thing always, and he was alwa.
a-going to be there, and l know IL
girls laughed at us behind our back
: and Louisa Brooks called him Spindl
toes, and yet I'd got to stay by him al
. never go any where else, or be al
= thing else. And it all come over m
: and it was awful hadn't ev
a realized it before" And she look'
r with piteous eyes into Miss MalloV
Y face, who stroked her hand gently, b
e wisely made no answer as yet.
S 81 'spose folks do call this plea
J. ant place, she went on, after lit
e pause, "but it don't look pleasant
d me. I amt used to country, or to bel
! alone all day. There was two hundr
e of us at the asylum, and at Miss Par
a er's we was close to the town, and cou
/. see folks a-passing and hear wagol
It's so still here 1 can hear mys
10 think almost, and the wind makes noil
W in the chimney, and 1 lie awake at mig
Is and listen. It's like voice, and it sa,
5, Alone alone alone + and groans, a
frightens me awfully."
2" "I don't think it says that" exclai
It ed Miss Mallows, with sudden inspi
IN ton. 1T says, A home home
ks home = That's what wind always see
he to me to say in homely old chimn
I'd like these" Then she thought to b
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