The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1880-09-29
BEGUILED.

He had never had any sisters, and
knew very little about women; but he
thought, foolish fellow, that he knew
everything and was invulnerable. His
affianced, Lucy Lotion, quiet little thing
that she was, knew better. They had
been engaged just q month, when Nab
Dever,nX came 10 Rosthome.
Don't you think Nab pretty, Allen?"
asked I.u'y.
Not particular ly," replied Mr.. Allen
Stopiord. "She hasn't good figure
and She never bushes. / like TO see a
woman blush"
Lucy laughed little. She had long
wished that she could cure herself OF
her foolish habit of biushing. 1t WIS
amusing to think that Allen liked it,
and more amusing to think that he did
not know Nab Devereux, with her cool,
cream-w hite face, her wonderful eyes
and curled black lashes, was little
beauty, and invariably the belle of
company. But, like most men, his eye
caught first the beauty Of fair, rosy
girls, and he was not yet tired of Lucy's
pink-and-snow complexion and ripples
of golden hair.
"AJlen thinks all women like me
but / know l am different from many
girls" she said. Then she asked Nab:
"You have never seen Mr.. Stopford be-
forep How do you like him, MabP"
Nab stood before the mirror, touch
ing up the lovelocks about her fore
head. Her reply was characteristic:
:" He would be pretty good-looking if
he would color his mustache."
Lucy laughed outright. The idea of
Allen, dear, simple soul, with a dyed
mustache, or anything false and not
hn I'D IA s.,,
for just that, out of all the men she
knew.
why don't you make him, LuP"
"WhatP" asked Lucy, coming back
from moments abstraction.
"Color his mustache. Why, it's
Just the tint of ground mustard!"
4" don't think could persuade AL
len to do that" answered Lucy, adjust
Ting her little gold tEimble and sitting
down to her sewing, with smile.
Nab turned, and looked at her curl
ously.
Isn't he very much in love with
you, LuP"
Yes" answered Lucy, quietly
more than he knows"
"Well," returned Nab, after mo-
ment's puzzled thought, 81 shouldn't
think man was very much in love
A
dye his mustache."
Lucy knew it was of not much use to
continue the conversation in that direc
tion, and finished sewing on her trim
ming without making any response.
It's very pretty at Rosehome, lu;
but do you know what l am thinkingP"
"No."
"That shall perish for society,""
"Oh, you're spoiled, Nab! Can't you
live fortnight without young gentle
men to 1atter and attend youP"
"There are not any here, are thereP'
yes"
Who are theyP"
+" really can't mention but two"
And theyP"
"OPe is the young man who comes
out from the village to saw our wood
and do chores. His name is Johnny
Bottles"
"Pshaw!"
The other is my own and only
Nab went TO the dressing case,
drenched her handkerchief in cologne,
and came buck to her seat.
"fTerrih.e dearth, isn't thereP she re-
marked. pathetically. but, then, you
have MIR. Stopford and his mustache." 4"
You might try your hand on him,
Mab-jast TO keep you in practice, you
know, and alleviate the melancholy of
your stay mt Rosehome."
Nab looked at her cousin a little
curiously again.
'' believe you think could not make
him love me-"
81 am sure you could not" said
Lucv.
" l wonder if it would be worth while
to tryP" unused Nab, aloud, tapping her
fan upon her rosy lips, and looking
thoughtfully from the window.
Allen was coming up the avenue, and
she bowed 10 him.
You may if you choose" replied
Lucy, with little, Ve1ed smile.