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

"She is far from fascinating" declared
Lucia, as she and her sister discussed
the events of the day, few weeks after
Miss Lovell's appearance mt the Orchard
Farm. IAN aquiline nose is defect
in any woman's face; it looks strong
minded"
"And that black silk dress of hers has
been turned, too. | saw the old stitches, -
yawned Essie. "What do you think of
her singing ?"
"Guy seems to hang upon her num-
bers."
"She's q novelty"
A1ascinating or otherwise, the gentle
Men Mt the house seemed to rally about
Miss Lowell, TO the no small discontinue
of the Misses Thornton. Her very in
difference lent charm; and even the
turned silk failed to disgust them, or the
fact that she was suspected of earning
her own living. There was n picnic to
the recesses of the Pine Woods one day,
when other eXpedients for killing time
had been nearly exhausted, planned
and carried out by Miss Lucia and her
sister.
"And where is our charming Miss
Lowell ?" asked Duchene, an attache of
one Of the legations, whom Lucia had
contrived to attach to her party.
Il don't know" returned Lucia.
% Is not Miss Lowell here ?" demanded
Guy, and why is SIZE not P"
Don't annihilate us, Guy! What is
Hecuba to you ?"
"I will return for Miss Lowell" said
Duchene, not comprehending the situa-
ton.
Guy, hurrling away. But he did not
/ hoI %,
cept an invitation at the eleventh hour !;
she was busy sketching. Would she
not give him lesson in the artP And
whether or no, there he stayed beside her
till the sunset dyed the sea with the hues
of SHELF No end of banter followed
when the party returned from the
woods.
"This is the way Mr.. Thornton does
his picnickingp" questioned Duchene.
Don't you know" addressing Miss
Lowell, "that they used to burn women
for witchcraftpn
"Neither did the men escape.n
These Thorntons are proud fam
ily," he pursued. ':They think them
selves the cream of society, and the rest
of the world but skim-milk." !"
"And represent bOnny-clabber, per-
haps."
"They are naughty race; whoever
is not born with a silver spoon in his
mouth is beneath notice-except for
amusement"
''You seem to have studied the Thorn
tons"
"They interest me with their contempt
for work; wonder nobody asks if the
malt that lay in thNMhGuse that Jack
built was not furnished by their grand
fathers brewery"
You are too bitter, Mr.. Duchene-
bitter as beer. And Mr.. Thornton, doe:
he sharoNtheir contemptpn
have not heard; but he is Thorn
ton"
miss Lucia thinks your lecture i!
long. She is in doubt about the text.
believe you engaged her for this waltz
They were having some informal dane
ing in the parlors that night.
One evening in August, Miss Lowell
having spent a dull day indoors, threw
open her blinds, and felt it a waste o
the season to remain under a roof. Tn
universe seemed too narrow to hold her
and throwing on a cloak which envelopes
her, folding black veil across her vel
low hair, and fastening the hood of he
wrap beneath her chin, she stole out
Presently, as she sat in the shadow of
great rock, a boat put in, and Duchen
helped Miss Lucia ashore and strolle
away, while Guy planted an oar in tn
sand, and Essie crouched beside him.
"YOu will take cold, - said Guy. "W
must go in"
You wouldn't be in such haste if
were Miss Lowell. don't know whel