The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1879-12-03

fancy free'
Miss Dorothy smiled and shook her
head mt this uncommon state of mind
at eighteen--but made no answer; she
knew the time was coming, as it comes
to all.
But Dodie did enjoy the quiet and
tameness," nevertheless, and was so full
of girlish sparkle and wit and merri-
ment that Miss Dorothy almost felt a
| girl again herself They went to the viii
lage church in the morning, of course,
and came home to delicious dinner,
with the pudding that Dodie remem-
bered being so fond of when child.
Miss Dorothy recollected all her little
namesake's tastes, and tried to crafty
them. After dinner, Miss Dorothy said,
as she washed the dainty Wedgewood
out of which they had drank their after
! dinner cup of tea, " / do wish old Mar
| tina Pratt had some of this pudding, she
is so fond Of my roly-polies, and dare
say her Thanksgiving has been meaRre
enough"
"Let me carry her some, Miss Doro-
thy; indeed, I'd like to take little walk
| through the woods this afternoon, and
| can go while you take your nap, and
be back in time to read the paper to you
before tea"
| W Oulu JOu IbdllJ ike IO, OOule
| dearp Well that is real kind. I'll put
up little basket of THANKSGIVING ;
right away, and you can start directly.
| Go upstairs and get on your things, and
| will have it ready by the time you are
down.
Miss Dorothy bustled about and pre-
pared the dainty offering.
There, seem she said to Dodie when
she came back, opening the lid of the
basket, and displaying its contents, Il
have put ia n part of our last churning,
loaf of new bread, hall roast chicken,
and some pndding and jelly"
And how tempting it looks! How
kind you are, Miss Dorothy" said
Dodie, taking the basket and lifting up
her red lips for kiss. Goodbye, I'll
be back in an hour"
Are you dressed warm enough For
you know there is wild sweep of wind
through the hare woods. Why, child
you look for all the world like little Red
Riding Hood, exclaimed Miss Dorothy,
US she took in the petite figure in its bright
red plaid cloak and the crimson scarf
which Dodit had wound around her
hat, and tied down under her dimpled
| chin. Basket and all, even to the pot
Of butter" she said, laughing. Il hope
Jou won't meet any wolf, my dear!"
"Well, Miss Dorothy, if I do, l hope
my story will end like the new version
of Red Riding-Hood, where a kind
wood cutter chopping wood nesr by
hears Red Riding Hoods screams and
comes to her rescue, and they get mar
ried and live in peace and are buried
in n pot of ashes,'" and Dodie kissed
her hand, and ran laughing out of the
gate and up the road toward the piece
of woods which separated old Martha
Pratt's little shanty from the well-to-do
village cottages. 1t was a bright, clear,
cold day, the groun i was frozen, and
walking good.
Crossing a field of stubble, Dodie wa
soon on her way through the woods
How pleasant it all seemed to the city
grl this breezy breath of fine pure airi
She took keen delight in inhaling the
flint faded perfume That rose from the
ground rs she cracked the rustling
leaves under her feet. Finding COM
fortable-looking log in her path, she
seated herself to rest half way; there
was an opering cut in the woods Just
here. which gave her picturesque view
of the old mill and stream near by.
Some men were building bonfires of dry
leaves, md their gay songs and merry
chatter reached her, and it all looked
llf Z ~ SOShC III il opera, DOult GnOuSuls
How should like to stop up here a
month, and not see Il school-room, a
school-book, school-boy again!' said
Dodie, with a sigh just then she felt
something cold touch her hand that
hung beside the basket at ber side, and
turning Dodie beheld-what was itp
Yes, it was wolf!
With piercing scream upon her lips,
she was about to take to her heels and
run, but found she was faint with fear
and could not move, and the wolf was
cycling her hungrily; then, like child,
she covered her face with her hands and
began to cry.
A voice suddenly called out impera-
! lively: Wolf, come here directly" and
then she heard rapid step come crash
| ing through the leaves, and again the
voice said tenderly, " My dear little girl,
did Wolf really frighten you 50 terribly?
Go off, sir, and the dog ceased snuffing
at the basket and trOtted off obediently;
| then pair of arms was wound about
her, and her arms were gently pulled
away, when she opened her tear
| bedewed eyes to see a very handsome
| young man. With another fainter scream
now, Dodie released herself from the
atfectionate embrace and half sobbed,
! looking after the abashed animal that
stood cycling the couple at a distance.
Is he dog? thought he was
wolf"
"Oh, no." laughed the gentleman,
"his name only is wolf, his nature is
amiable, and he is of the genus cants. l
beg pardon for having mistaken you for
a child, and So undertook to quiet your
alarm as we do little ones; but you really
do look like Red Riding Hood, and here
is the basket, which no doubt Wolf was
investigating when he so startled you. {"
' Yes; perhaps he was snuffing at the
cold chicken, and l thought he was ready
to eat me. Miss Dorothy said something
about g. wolf just as l started, you know,
and so -
Miss Dorothy! Miss Dorothy Dris-
collpn interrupted the young man
Yes, ," answered Dodie, noddiLg her
head. Il am going to take some
/ IhanLsniuinn In old Martha puaAA