The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1880-09-15


For hate with me, wonder,
Or what with love for your"
She struck the chords with firm
hand. Her splendid voice rang out on
the dramatic words with n power that
gave them new meaning; then ceasing
as suddenly as she had begun. she swept
away from the piano, at which she had
been standing, and threw herself on
low sofa near by. Her companion
watched her closely.
"No personal application, as the
minister used TO cay, ELI, Isabelp" he
asked, with n half smile. If so, you
would be obliged to reverse the last
lines. The mad gods hate me, am
sure"
=" If those whom they love die young"
she replied after little pause, "you
may consider yourself fortunate, l sup
pose. But, really, ism I it foolish in you
. to saykthat, when your life is such "a
prospefvhs onep But those same minis
ters used sometimes to remark upon
tempting Providence, Hairy, l sup
pose you know what that means, or
used to in the days when you heard
ministers"
upon my word, that time is too far
of TO be recalled easily" was the an
@swer. WHY didn't you finish the
Dngp | have stronger taste for music
than moralizing, as you know"
I" But it is time for mcralizing."
"Since whenP" he asked.
"Oh, am not good at specifications.
Since--since you came from Illinois,
and found me here in Florence. And
there's reason in Illinois why you
shouldn't be here now. And we both
know it, Harry"
The voice was gentle, but beyond
slightly persuasive tone, as devoid of
any emotion as her face looked at that
fKbment. She clasped her hands in her
lap, and the diamond she wore on one
flashed in the candlelight with bril-
liant red glow. His eye caught it.
"And another, equally good, in Flor
ence, you might say" he retorted. Il
see it on your finger, Florence and Illi-
nois,n with Il halt laugh, "heaven and
hell!''
"Harrym
eyes, yes, 1 understand, and you
would be glad to have me leave one for
the other. I'm getting tiresome, and
was a little slow in finding it out in
Illinois, Isabel, with a curious change
in his voice" in Illinois l did not so
utterly fail in pleasing you. But you
did not wear the counts diamond
thenP"
She smiled up at him.
sing tonight, you know"
al did not know. Is there any night
when you do not singh"
"A few, and those l have given you,
Harry" she answered, rising as she
spoke. He rose, too, standing close be-
side, her.
81 have a bad temper. You remem-
Der 1T, OF course, Isabel, in Illinois, "
and he tried to laugh, but without sue
. cess.
row."
Tomorrow"
$50 it is goodbye this time, not
goodnight only. I've been glad TO see
you after all these years.
!. "And between us and these years
there is II great gulf fixed" he inter
rupted, with bitterness. There's been
an awful mistake, somewhere, Isabel
Thank God no one need suffer for it but
myself" and he was gone while the
words were upon his lips.
"Isabel Vavasseur is the finest Amer
lean singer we have had among us for /
long time"
So declared Mrs. Livingston, tn
American bankers wife, and a self con
stituted authority ON all art subiecti
among the American residents in Flor
ence.
"But supposed she was French,
remarked a lady on her right; he
name is French, certainly"
"Yes, her father was French, but sh
was born in one of our Western states
Indiana or Illinois. l think she told m
Il don't remember which. Here she
now" and conversation quieted as tl
singer entered.
She was French in style as in name,
very brilliant woman. Tie great lasl
/ ing eyes were peculiarly luslrous. H'