The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1880-05-05

out OF the house yet"
q See him now said Jane Hunt. con
the limb of that hollow oak. Doesn't
he look like limb HIMSELF"
There certainly is something de-
moniac about Jack" said Adele. g He
came tapping at my window last night,
and when ! saw those eyes of his they
made me shiver So"
He was after the cakes in your
closet"
Do you suppose he wasp she asked,
rs she was going off with Laddie.
They didn't any of them suppose so,
for all the animals about the place
seemed to have fondness for Adele,
COWS and horses, cats and doves; even
the wood birds had way of flying low
round the charming head as she called
them. Some said 1t was her beauty, for
she was the loveliost little brown-haired,
blue-eyed, white -browed, damask-
checked piece of flesh and blood one
could imagine; others said it was her
gentle ways; and the rest fancied it
was some nearness to nature in her, or
some secret attraction like that of the
Indian snake-charmers.
"That is the same way she tanned
James brother Phil" said Lucia.
Every one knows that Phil was the
haughtiest and most high.strung man
in existence, and rather despised women.
And now he just adores the ground she
walks on.
GAS for me-" said Miss Meyer, 81
should be afraid that that sort of love
was a glamour, and would break up
some day.
There's no danger of Phil's love for
Adele breaking up" said Jane. "And
how she does worship himl She never
mentions his name, but she writes to
him every day-and she even saves the
scraps OF bis writing on newspaper en-
velopes-she does indeed, girls |"
Dear me! l wouldn't want TO care
so much for any one" said Miss Meyer.
!" don't know anybody that's more
likely to-" cried Lucia. "When you do
fall in love, Maria Meyer"
Don't you concern yourself. young
lady, about me-" said Miss Meyer,
sharply, walking off to give Laddie a
biscuit. which was Mt once stolen by
Jack, Laddie being engrossed in fine
romp with Adele. "They say she used
to care for Phil herself" whispered
Lucia to her neigh Dor, and then they
tell to comparing their tatting and
crocheting, and getting out patterns,
and Miss Mahoney Joined them.
Miss Mahoney's morning toilettes
were as extraordinarily severe as her
afternoon ones were extraordinarily SUI
perb. ".Oh, Miss Mahoney" cried one
of the girls one morning, eff we had
your laces, we shouldn't have to do
tatting."
We hear you have such lovely lace, 1"
said Maria Meyer, with her grand air on.
have some very pretty pieces" said
a 90 -, 4
Irish family, and / am the last OF it.
and so in one direction and another /
have fallen heir to a good deal"
And suppose you know all about
lacep" said Lucia.
. know all about m lace. Some of
1t is quite nice. AS pretty pieces" re
peated Miss Mahoney, "of their size.
rs one could see in America"
What if you had grand opening at
some time, and let us see them alp"
asked Lucia.
"Why, with the greatest pleasure,
any time--now, if you say So" And
of course the girls all said so. and
sprung TO their feet at once.
" Oh, is she going to show us her
laces" cried Adele. dancing up with
Iaddie barking and jumping round
Jack. who had perched on her shoulder.
and she followed with the rest.
"This," said Miss Mahoney, when
sheLad opened her boxes, is Venice
point"
1T doesn't look any different from
tatting," said Maria Never.
"Only," said Miss Mahoney, "as
different as mist is from water. This is
bit of Spanish lace made in a convent.
Here is a scrap of cardinals lace; no.
body but the cardinals at Rome have it.
don't know how my grandmother
came into possession of this scrap
there used to be an archbishop in our
family somewhere, but that's not a car
dinal. These are all old French laces-
Mrs. Palissey never saw their equal.
But they are a great deal of care.
often think that piece of Valenciennes
costs me as much trouble as a child.
These are Irish laces-they are like
hoar-frosts and blowing snow-drifts,
somebody once told me. They don't
make them now. See this piece of Eng.
llsh point-old Devonshire point"
Oh, how lovelyi" cried Adele, while
the Others were exclaiming over this
and that. Talk of snoW-driftsp' and
she took the Devonshire point in her
hands; it was two or three yards of fin |
ger-deep edging in a couple of pieces
caught together by thread, of the most |
exquisitely delicate beauty both of tex
ture and design-idealized foam wreatbs |
or the fancies of some frosted pane
spread on a spiders web. "How per-
fectly lovelyp' exclaimed Adele again. |
and she wound it around her blushing
face before the glass. What a finish |
for bridal toiletteP" and then she held |
it up in her hands in the sunlight, and
the magpie on her shoulder, cooking
his head ON this side and the other, |
looked more demoniac than ever
through the film Of an end of it that lay
over his shining black feathers. you |
are exactly like one OF those girls hold |
ing little bannerols that come dancing
out of the tacades of temples in those
Pompeiian decorations of Phil'sm cried
Jane, "What a pity that you're not
going to marry rich man, Del, who
could afford you Devonshire point and
diamonds; she added, the least atom
"instead of a poor young