The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1879-07-23
IMPROMPTU FIREWORKS.

"Are you my Uncle RobertP" said a
sweet, childish voice. And stopping
the cheerful whistle that always ac-
companied his work, and looking up
from the plane that was loudly lisping as
it rapidly skinned along the board Inc
was pHtning, Richard Foster saw, stand
ing in'the doorway of his Workshop
bright June sunbeam resting on her
pretty head-a little fair-haired girl
Lost in astonishment, he did not an
swer the child, but gazed ut her with
wide-opened eyes. She had appeared
so suddenly and quietly, and, moreover.
she was so unlike the round-faced, rosy
checked, white-haired, chubby little
ones of his native village--so tair, so
fragile, with a strange, yearning look in
her large violet-blue eyes, and tint OF
purest gold on the long flowing hair
that fell about her small delicate face
that she seemed TO belong to an entirely
different race.
Are you my Uncle Robert?" she re-
peated, coming step or two into tho
shop.
"No, Pm not baby; 1 wish
were,h ~ answered the CHEEKY young fell
low, recovering from his surprise for he
dearly loved children, and this child
touched some chord in his heart that had
never been touched before.
My names not Baby it's Eva
said the child shaking the black hair
from her face, and regarding him with Il
serious look. g And mammals name is
Eva too And then. with little sigh
fought perhaps you was him.
"What made you think so, baby
mean Eva?" asked the young man, with
pleasant smile, tossing his plane aside,
and sitting down on n huge block OF
wood that stood near.
"You look like him "-speaking with
quaint preciseness. "He went away
when | was "a very little girl-Pm most
five now-but | member him. He had
a face like you, n nice laughing face
but "-glancing at the shirt sleeves
" he wore n coat, and he used to give
me candies for kisses-two candies foT
one kiss; and mamma cries because he
does not come back and take us away
with him."
The dinner bell rang loud and long in
the cottage adjoining. The young car
penter mechanically rose to his feet, and
then deliberately sat down again, as he
said, with tender look in his honest
brown eyes, I'm sorry mamma cries. >
Eyes, she cries i'm lowered voice
and, completely won by the kind look
coming to his side, and putting her mite
of hand confdingly in his" because
papa has gone up there " (pointing tc
the sky). :" don't member him; twas
long, long, long ago; and Uncle Robert
don't come back; and she's n beggarr
this last remark evidently quoted
with dramatic little gesture.
Again the dinner bell rang violently
"Will ,Xau tell me where you live
Evag" asker Dick, paying no attention
to the summons; but before the chile
could reply a stout, buxOm, black-eyeC
girl flew into the room from the real
door, and a slight, graceful, fair haired
. woman came in at the other.
"Dick, why on earth don't you come
To. dipnerP" almost yelled the buxon
-, and, "Eys, my darling, what ar,
you doing hereP" cried the pretty
woman.
" l fought he was my Uncle Robert,
said the child, smiling at the youns
workman as she dropped his hand anC
went toward her mother.
Hep" exclaimed the pretty woman
scarcely glmcing at him. "Why, lie
with light laugh, and slight in
Election of scorn, or something very lik
it,, in her voice" he's a carpenter.
And catching the child in her arms
she disappeared as suddenly as she ha,
arrived.
Goodness gracious sakas aliveln sal,
Dicks brown-faeed, red checked sister
with not an infection but a Who'll
volume of scorn in her voice. Z" A car
penter indeed! And what is sheP"
"What is sheP" repeated Dick.
"Oh, come along to dinner, Dick, ant
don't bother. I'm hungry, if you amt
giving him by no means gentle pull.
"Stop moment, Lib" jerking ava
from her" that's a good girl, and te
me all about it."
AllRbout it? Pshaw! you men az
ahWalile! A about her, you mean
Ddeou think she's prettyP"
Well, all about her, then" sal
Dick, utterly ignoring the question.
Mother,ll be hopping mad, and tn
yictuals'l be stone-cold, but Pspose L
better hurry and tell you what kno,