The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1879-04-23

closely, and then llstlessly dropping
them again.
"This afternoon, toward evening""
answered Miss Spooner, taking n letter
from her pocket and referring to it.
"She writes L hope to arrive just as
the sun is beginning to drown in your
beautiful river, and the evening star
peeps forth as bright-as bright, alas
as Che eyes of my blue-eyed boy"
"How very sweetm said Mrs. Du-
senberry. at reminds me of a note |
received the other day from DR.. Drake,
in answer to one l sent him, begging
him for n copy of his lecture on the
Human skeleton"
"Well, / should say she was quite
smart. Yes-s," said the young pork
MERCHANT, in a nasal voice. "Them
verses sounded very pretty. l don't
read anything in the newspapers but
the lard quotations and the hog market
reports myself but | know good po'try
when / hear it. And you read first
rate, Miss Spooner, you do. Yes-s."
" 1t was nice" said his sister; "but
no better than friend of mine can do.
She can write PONIES by the hour, but
she don't print none. She don't need
to, cause her pas rich. She only does
it fol- fun"
"Well, I'm blessed" here broke in
Captain Hottop, dropping his feet with
bang from the chair-top on which they
had been elevated, eff / wouldn't like to
know what this is all about. Who is
y shep And who's the blue-eyed boy?"
"Why, bless me! you've just come, and
you don't know, do you, uncle?n said
Miss Spooner, putting the "pome away
in her pocketbook, and leaning back in
her chair the better to meet the eyes of
the captain. She's Mrs. Montgomery
Montague, n charming young widow, and
the blue-eyed boy is her only child-a
lovely babe"
"Babelet," corrected Mrs. Dusenberry,
at the same time playfully flicking the
cheek of youth at her side, one OF the
aforementioned, who in his interest in
Miss Spooner's story had neglected to fan
he rival of Madame De Sevigne, after
having been captured and detailed for
that duty only five minutes before.
And when her husband died." con-
iinued the fair Isabella "(he was the
Younger son of an aristocratic English
family, one of the very highest-intimate
with the Queen-and he ran away to this
country on a lark, and his folks disowned
him because they thought he married be-
'ow him, though I've no doubt she was
much too good for him, and he treated her
+hockingly), his father sent for the boy,
md tore him from mis- weeping mothers
arms"
And rocked not tear OF prayer, ."
quoted Mrs. Dusenberry.
"But why did she let them take him ?"
shouted the captain. :" By heavens! they
.ouldn't have taken him if she'd a held
on. Foreigners tearing citizens of the
United STATES from their mothers arms
| Who ever heard of such thing beforep"
"Well, they didn't exactly tear him
away" explained his niece.
That's the poetical way of putting it,
interpolated Mrs. Dusenberry.
But she was left almost destitute, -"
Miss Spooner went on, and she's deli
cate little thing, and"
Circumstances were too many for
her." suggested the pork merchant.
Just so, assented his hostess. but,
most fortunately, she possesses the gift of
song; and with what her writings bring
her in, and the presents which are show
cred on her wherever she goes-she is
such favorite-she manages to get along.
met her at Mrs. Bluelight's party last
winter, and we took such fancy to each
other right off, and she told me her story
in the conservatory. Young Chandler
was there, too, but she didn't see him he
was at the other end of the room, behind
some tall plants-he was very attentive to
her afterward, and gave her apearl brace
let on her birthday-and l cried till my
nose looked like "a"
"Cherry," suggested Mrs. Dusenberry,
adding in sprightly manner: Captain,
if you desert me for this enchantress, I'll
never forgive you," to the great astonish-
ment of the honest captain, who had not
exchanged three sentences with the lady,
and, indeed, had never seen her until this
very July afternoon.
"Well," said Mrs. Spooner, changing a
ring from the forefinger of her right hand
to the forefnger of her left, eve must all
be very kind to her. l sympathize with
her with all my heart about her child. l
know how, I'd feel if lost you, Isabella. y
"'My babelet SWEET" murmured
J Mrs. Dusenberry, fixing her peculiar
, eyes on her friend, on which the gawky
youth at her side dropped the fan, and
burst into a loud outlaw.
/ "Hush!" cried Miss Isabella. Here
: she is"
/ And up the garden walk tripped a
J slight girlish-looking woman, dressed
| in blue-gray silk, with a Gainsbor-
: ough hat, from which floated a long
black ostrich plume, cOquettishly set on
} the back of her head. Her pale yellow
hair hung in babyish curls about her
| snow-white brow, and she raised pain
of lovely yellow-brown eyes to the
group on the veranda.
Miss Spooner, with astonishing quick
ness, considering how stout she was,
5 ran down the steps and caught hel
t friend in her arms. you darlingr
she said, with enthusiasm, 1--WE have
Just been reading your sweet, sweet
: poem, A Mothers Wall Welcome
5 to the homesteadm
S "How beautiful it isl" said the lit.
r tie woman, clasping her daintily kidded
e hands, and speaking in a low cleal
D voice perfectly audible to the listener:
D above as she turned toward the river
f THAT glimpse of the water! the grand
, old trees! the fragrance of the air! and >
t raising her beautiful eyes" the glori
. Gus sky, so like with catch in hel
: hreath-nso so like the ewes of my lost