The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1879-08-13
A KISS FOR A BLOW.


"Thomas," said Miss Browne to the
man-servant, "what is the nameNof the
family living in the third house low us
on this side the street.-the house with the
ash trees before it? Oliver says the name
upon in the matter of names"
That be the name, miss" said Thomas
Leastways, its Thursion on the door,"
rhurston A pretty set they must be-
too That Thurston boy pummels Olive
4 within an inch of his life whenever he goes
into the street. | can't keep Oliver in the
house, and l can't bear this thing any
longer. Why, the poor child came home
yesterday with his nose bleeding and mud
on his new suit, and l have made up my
mo- to send a line to young Thurston's
"Snall take it round, miss?"
Directly" And Miss Nora proceede
to indite this frigid note;
"Mr. Thurston:
"DEAR SIR--You will doubtless be sur
prised at a note from a stranger but feel
Obliged TO call your attention to the be
haviour of your son toward our little Oil
yer, who can scarcely go into the street
without receiving blow from him. have
endured this sort of thing till endurance il
no longer virtue, and must request your
early interference. Respectfully,
."H. BROWNE"
The next day she received this reply:
Mr.. Thurston regrets that Mrs. Browne
has been put to any inconvenience by the
conduct of his grandson, and begs to ask il
Master Oliver did not provoke the quarrel
and bear his part in it %
sour Oliver provoke quarrel r cried
Miss Nora. "What an insolent old man -
and straightway returned:
al cannot believe for an instant that ouI
Oliver was to blam in the affair. ! have
inquired into the matter, and it seems that
the blow was entirely unprovoked. | am
only astonished that you should uphold
your grandson in such a grave fault.
"H. BROWNE"
Mr.. Thurston thinks that il you can sc
cure faithful report of the affair from
Master Oliver you will find that it is six of
one and half dozen of the other, so to
speak. Mr.. Thurston also begs that you
will rcorganize your own child's manners
before offering suggestions to your neigh.
bors."
"If l can secure faithful report from
Oliver! When will impudence cease I"
Woman-like, she meant to have the last
word;
"Mr. Thpston:
"SIR-I can rely implicitly upon our Oil
ver's word. And il fail to reorganize the
manners of our boy, it must be becau'
your own furnishes him with such evil
examples. II. Browne"
"What an ass that Mrs. Brown isn said
Grandpa Thurston 10 the person who had
been doing up this tender correspondence
for him. "Give it to the simpleton hot
and heavy this time, Luce. You weren't
savage enough in your last"
Il propose We drop the subject here.
She's born scold, and will have the last
word, say what you Wills" and as Grandpa
Thurston was paralyzed, and could only
hold a pen by proxy, the correspondence
came to a standstill.
"TheY found my last unanswerable,
thought Nora. "What common people
they mast be, to bring'up a child 50 badly
Shoddy, no doubt. Pm glad / don't know
them-that people are not obliged to know
their neighbors in the city. They must be
insufferable."
Miss Nora Browne had been left in charge
and her husband travelled abroad, un-
hamperedby Master divers presence. Her
home was some hundred miles away in
land, and her acqnaintances in the city
were few and far between, while even these
few were generally out of town at this
season Of the year. However, she was sur
prised one morning by call from friend
who, having become tired OF the mountains
had returned to the city for few days.
How lonesome you, must be, Nora ?
said Miss Elphinstone. You must droI
in upon us often; the horse cars run
within block of our door. And We IL have
such larks By-the-way, we are going dowI
the harbor tomorrow in Cousin Lucius
yacht-he's just home from Europe, yoI
know-and you must join u.s."
Pm sure l don't know" said Nora
never having heard of Cousin Lucius'
existence before"
Never heard of Cousin Lucius Well
live and learn. But you'll Gomez"
Wild horses couldn't keep me at home
thank YOU"
The next day Thomas and old Russo
took Miss Nora down to the wharf, wher
the Sunbeam was ready TO put out. Wha
a day it was! Not cloud in the Who'll
wide heavens, and "Cousin Lucius " o