The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1879-09-10

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Miss Lowell had left her seat at men,
tion of her name, and loitered along the
beach, stopping to gather a shell or bit
of some wreck as she went.
"What old witch is thatP" asked Essie
as she passed them.
=" 1t looks like fisherwoman
| ing drift to boil her pot; but haV de-
! coyed Essie indoors, he flew back to
! the sand.
THE step betrays the goddess" over
taking her.
l hoped to pass for a fisherwoman.
You'll To complete the disguise, let
me take you out in my boat"
with all my heart" "'Le roi
s'aDluSe,'" she reflected; "but he allows
another to share his amusement" And
directly they were floating through a
drift of stars, mingling jest and senti-
ment; slipping past the lighthouse, be-
yond the spits of sand, with breakers
creaming about them, till the beach
| lights were but sparks against the dark
ness. past stretches of meadows, and the
! lonesome wharves of the town. "Mr.
! Thornton" she cried, waking from the
! spell, as steeples and chimneys stood re-
vealed, "what is thisP"
"This is Bagdad. Our boat has been
! propelled by afrites. lam the necroman-
Ger who has annihilated time and space
Shall we keep on up the river, and join
the caravans for Aleppo and Damascus P"
"Do let us returns it must be so late.
There are 70 lights in your Bagdad."
"The Caliph prohibits them after 8
p. NJ. Besides, gas and kerosene haven't
come to light yet My dear Miss Lowell,
the tide is against and the wind is not
with us. Even a necromancer may err.
h,x do 40, Il
did not dream of the hour. Halloo,
there" he shouted, under the bow of
brig. / will give any man his price
| who will clip me row back to the beach"
And presently two stout sailors swung
themselves into the boat. When Miss
Lowell and Mr.. Thornton walked up~to
the Orchard Farm, the sun was rising.
"Oh, Guy" cried Essie, coming for
ward, 1--WE have been so alarmed! The
servant said your room had not been oc-
cupied, and"
"You were beginning to wonder if
black would become you, ehP"
E" lie roi S'amuse,'" she said, signifi-
caDtly Guys brow darkened.
You are mistaken, he returned.
Miss Lowell had a nervous headache,
and did not appear again till twilight.
Ii has been the longest day in the
year." he said, "in spite of the calen-
dar."
You were up so early"
You are down so late. Come unto
these yellow sands" A dense fog was
blowing in shore. Speaking of love,
Miss Lowell" he said, after dozen
topics had been lightly touched and
abandoned, do you think it is of such
slow growth that if one should con-
less he loved you after few weeks in
iimacy you would doubt himp"
- don't know"
Miss Lowell. will you take me for
better or worseP"
Mr.. Thorntonw
You do love me, you do care for me-"
boldly: and Guys arm was about to in
close her, his lips were bent to her cheek,
when voice out of the fog asked, " Is it
private theatricals Have we intruded
behind the scenesP" as Lucia and Du-
chene drew nearer cousin Guy, there
are letters for you and telegram at the
house," and while he went for the mail
in the convoy of his cousin and her
escort, Miss Lowell escaped to her room.
The telegram proved an urgent sum-
mons, and Guy was obliged to leave by
the earliest stage next morning. AS Miss
Lowell, unaware of this fact, was asleep
ut that hour, he slipped note of explain
alton and as servation under her door as
he passed down; but the wind blowing
through her open window swept it back
into the hall, and when Essie tripped by
to breakfast il lay in her path. Miss
Lowell" she read, "and Cousin Guys
handwriting" and she carried it to her
room, lighted a taper and let it shrivel in
the flame. Thatevening. us Miss Lowell
fingered on the veranda, Miss Essie
'bruSb cd bu har ond turpad sGYOI, ora
not, perhaps, aware" she said, in under
tone, that Mr.. Thornton is already en-
gaged-has been engaged for years. He
has not told you, of course-what man
ever tells such things when he amuses
himself ?"
- Yes ?" rejoined Miss Lowell, "and l
am engaged to marry myself-sinces some
time"
"A 6onne bottchc to write Guy"
thought Essie; II will put it in post
script as an afterthought." II was not
strange if Miss Lowell became sadly dis
turbed at Guys departure without a
word, and at his sui sequent silence. She
could not question his cousins; and as
/ day after day passed without a syllable
| in explanation, she decided that he had
| been merely passing the time, as people
will at the beach; that it was no true
/ aAecIlonS DuI Wlll-o -Jne"WlSp Wnlcn
she had mistaken fora reality. Guy, in
his turn, was both hurt and angry that
she paid no heed to his farewell note !;
but he had nc. time to upbraid her, and
then came Essies postscript.
Another letter arrived for Guy in the
same mail-a letter from the woman to
whom he had been engaged for years:
"MY DEAR Mr.. THORNTON " (it ran
! -" Your last letter was received in
May. Ireturned from Europe early in
June, but did not notify you, because l
have been revolving a certain matter
in my mind. 1 feel that it will be i'm
possible for us to fulfill the engagement
which was brought about by our
parents. 1t is out of the question that
you, who knew me as a mere child
seven years ago-have we met once in
that time?-can love me. You used to