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

"Miss Montrosel" cried Mrs. Person
Miss Montrose, don't you be mite
troubled. There's nobody believes her.
Wed trust her, all of us, with untold
gold"
81 don't know" said Maria Meyer
then, slowly and very white herself.
But feel it my duty to say that pass
ing Miss Montrose's door the other
morning, saw what looked very much
like long strip of lace futtering at her
window"
Maria Meyer!" cried Lucia. ct
would far sooner believe you told false
hood"
"Thank you," said Miss Meyer, with
a scarlet face. but your belief will
not end the matter" And Just then
every ones glance followed in the
direction of her own, and they saw the
tall figure of q dark young man in the
doorway. "What is all thisP" cried a
CHEEKY voice. And at that Adele turned
too. "Oh, Philip Philipm she
shrieked, holding out her arms. "Save
me, save me, save me from this dread
full womanp In another moment the
dark young mans arms were about
Adele, and he was possessing himself of
the state of the case.
And so, because Miss Montrose ad-
mired your lace, you dare to make such
an accusatiOni" he exclaimed, turning
on Miss Mahoney, and his face almost
gray with wrath.
make no unsupported accusation, +"
said Miss Mahoney. Miss Meyer has
seen the lace in Miss Montrose's room"
"Oh, you don't believe it, Philip!"
cried Adele, in an agonized tone.
Believe It'll Not if all the"
Just at that time so furious q barking
rose without from Laddie, that Mrs.
Pierson; who at any other time would
not have minded it, now, with all her
nerves fluttering, ran to see what was
the matter, and in another moment her
cry and call rang out so wild and loud
that, by natural instinct half the people
in the room had followed her-to see
Laddie, who had treed the cat in the
branches OF the old dead oak under
Adele's window, himself powerless in
the grasp of Jack, who had descended
from his frequent perch in those
branches, and planting himself firmly
on Laddie's shoulders, had proceeded to
tear out his hair by beakfuls. At the
approach of Laddie's reinforcement,
though, in the shape of Mrs. Pierson,
Jack extricated his claws, screaming
and huttering back; and following his
Mrs. Pierson had seen-the end of some
thing delicately white and fbrous peep
ing from the moss and lichens in the
crotch of the hollow tree.
Philip, who had not followed, but
had remained, hushing Adele's sobs
heard the voices that called him; and
in less time than it takes to tell, he was
in the crotch of that tree. "Whose
magpie is thisP" he cried, as we'll as he
could be heard for Jacks scolding, sit
ting astride the branch, and beginning
to pull out a long string, firmly quilted
and felte1 in the hollow with hair and
matted moss. Here is his nest, which
he has hidden away; and here" Che
knew very well what il was)-" is this
string of any consequence"
1t is the lace! it is the lace!n cried
Lucia.
"The lacer' echoed Jane. "And
that is Adele's room just over the hol-
low. He got out with it from Miss
Mahoney's room, and the wind fluttered
this end into Adele's window while he
was slowing it away; and that is what
Maria Meyer saw, if she saw anthing. !"
oh, my lace! my lace! 1t is ruined |
it is almost ruined!" cried Miss Ma
honey; and then she remembered
Adele. am so sorry, Miss Mon
trose!" she said-"so sorry! Indeed l
am! How can you overlook itP"
L never can," sobbed Adele, tire M
bling s i'll in every fiber.
You may just pack your trunks,
Miss Mahoney, for the afternoon stage"
said Mrs. Pierson. 81 can't have"
81 And here's a comb" interrupted
Philip, still bringing out one thing after
another" yours, by its air and bring
ing up, Mrs. Pierson. And thimble,
and a bow of ribbon, and curl of yell
low hair, and a stuffed humming-bird,
and-and-what is this, AdeleP" and he
held up a gold chain and onyx locket.
"Oh, it is minei" exclaimed Adele
" 1t is the one you gave me on my birth
day. / couldn't imagine what had be-
come of
"And you didn't make any outcry."
"Oh, thought thought mean,
l thought she never came honestly by
so many things, and was sure she had
taken it to add to the others, and it
didn't seem worth while to make any
fuss. So after that l just locked my
drawers"
"SheP" cried Miss Mahoney, now re-
covering her lost breath. "SheP MeP
"a MahoneyP Is it l, you little"
Oh, yes!" replied Adele, And l
am So ashamed! And you never can
forgive me-"
81 never can, said Miss Mahoney.
But directly afterWard she broke into a
hearty laugh. my dear Miss Adele"
said she, 81 can, and l do; and you
must, and you shall. As for that bad
Jack, he deserves to have his neck
wrung; and I'd do it-indeed, then, /
would-if / didn't need him to keep
Laddie in subjection. Now beg your
pardon heartily, and everybody's, and
know you're going to grant it. The
poor DevOnshire pointl that will take
me weeks to restore, and suppose it
would have uncomfortable associations,
too. But I've lots of old Irish lace Just
as delicate as that, and it will look Just
as well as the finish to bridal toilette.
And you mustn't feel hard. You see,
we're quits; you thought as much of
me. I'm a wellmeaning old thing;
and, perhaps Mrs. Pierson will let me
stay, after all."-Harper's Bazar.