The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1879-02-05

out IN t0nd emotion. His face was of
the same mobile tendency as Mollie's,
and love, admiration, devotion, idolatry,
be0me1 in every line of it.
It's q shame to part them, said the
romantic lookers-on.
Its ruinous to have them 30 much
together" f" said the prudent; but MolIie
and Dolph went gliding on, their hands
locked together, their glad hearts caring
no more for fate than for the freezing
wind.
"Dolph is q bang-up skater" said
Jack that night at supper. "That
pttch in his left boot loosened his skate,
or he'd have been the top of the heap.
If he could only get pair of shoes -
Do you mean to say" said Mollie,
the morsel upon her fork suddenly be-
coming distasteful to her" do you
mean to say that Dolph Dacre can't get
as many shoes.as he wants ?"
"Why, sis, il it comes to that, can I
Can your Poverty is blamed uncom-
Portable thing; but 1 hope it's no dis
grnoe."
1t is a disgrace. It ia a hideous.
heinous, unbearable crime |" said Mol
lie, and pushed her chair away, and
went up stairs to cry her pretty eyes
out.
Her mother found her with her head
buried in the pillow, her whole little
body quivering with excitement.
why, Mollie, my child began
poor placid Mrs. Muldoon; and then the
yonng termagant turned upon her.
"It's your business" she cfied, "to
put an end to this madness between
Dolph and me. Do you think it's a
very nice thing to have your daughter
papa's daughter-engaged to be married
to man that can't afford to buy himself
pair of shoes ?"
ga little temporary embarrassment,
ny child"
ga little temporary fddlestick I"
noke in Mollie. Its forever and
yer, and hopeless, and 1 wish 1 was
lead J. Here she began to sob again.
Muldoon.
" You can break off the engagement
forbid him to enter your doors-in-
suit him-tell him you won't give your
laughter to pauper- make him so mad
he'll never look at me again."
"I'll do nothing of the kind" said
the poor lady, her cheeks beginning to
burn. ~ admire and respect the young
nan t( much to cause him any unneces
tary suffering; but I'll tell him to give
fou up, for his own sake as we'll as
yours"
Poor Dolph met Mrs. Muldoan half
way. He confessed it was the merest
presumption upon his part to aspire to
the hand of creature so fair and sweet
and supremely perfect; he owned that
his pecuniary prospects were hopeless,
and his future blank season of despair.
I" can get him back again, said Mol
| lie but she found this not so easy, after
all. Dolph had pride of his own that
had long battled impotently against his
love. He came no more to the house
the skating pond missed it's champion
the main street lost its most graceful
promensder no more little billets-doux
went into the vest pocket nearest his
heart, or lay in the perfumed reeesses of
Mollie's battered writing-desk. The
brokers' office where Dolph was employ
ed opened late and closed early, for there
was very little business doing in those
times of commercial depression, bnt he
haunted the busy streets of the financial
center with so haggard and distracted
an air that he passed for youth who
had ventured his all upon some rotten
security and lost it. Which, indeed,
was the truth in more ways than one.
Mollie, who had not looked for this
firmness of resolve upon his part, began
to grow pale and listless ;she also forsook
the familiar haunts that love had made
so delightful, and busted herself more
than ever with patching up the outward
appearances of her toilet aud the shabby
surroundings at home. She grew lesl
plump, less rosy faint lines of thought
traced her fair white brow her eyel
took shade of melancholy in theil
depth that made them deeper, softer
darker blue.
"She's losing her health" sigheG
poor Mrs. Muldoon.
1t was midsummer, and Babbletol
was at its loveliest and best, and it be
came necessary for fashionable peopl
to leave it at once. Among the arrival
at popular watering place might hav
been noticed the names of Mrs. Oinqba
and her niece Miss Mollie Muldoon, an
within a monGh letters began to reac
Babbleton that made the heart of poo
| 1AAAos 4hhANOOh OCop WIN alvCIAhtO hOB
ard fear.
"MolIie behaves like an angel,
wrote Mrs. Oinqbar; "and if you sho'
the least discretion and sense in follow
ing up this providential opportunity {
[ hers, it will be the luckiest thing in th
/ world for you all. Mr.. Fithian is a ma
} of distinction and influence as we'll &
wealth, and will be able to give Jack
} push in life. We should all of us b
exceedingly grateful for Mollie's SUI
[ cess; and 1 do hope you'll manage I
3 get that moldy dining-room of YOU
8 repapered and painted before Mollie
8 return. Jack might help in these thing
: during his holidays, and I'll see that yo
n have presentable linen and china for Il
table. If you lived within the pale
b civilization, Mr.. Fithian needn't,
course, stay to a meal; but no one ca
/ tRll what NAV haDnan in that Yaiaerah