The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1881-06-22
LOVES TAL1sMAN.

I'm sorry, miss, but you've come to
the wrong place, entirely. The Dover
you wanted to go to is in another State;
you should have taken another road"
The clerk at the station glanced with
feeling of sympathy and admiration at
the graceful figure before him a girl
of nineteen, brunette of the loveliest
type, whose jet-black hair was arranged
with such exquisite taste that it made
the broad, high forehead, expressive
brown eyes, and graceful, full throat ap.
pear to the best advantage. Her dress
and whole manner denoted that she was
a foreigner, while it needed only a
glance at the unconscious yet artistic
grace of her simple mourning attire to
ipainte her French nationality.
kNSad ar-' sss'a.Nent 3. the young travelc +
stood in silent perplexity, then, raising
her face with half wistful expression,
asked:
"What can do? How can I get to
the place l was trying to reach?"
"You can scarcely do better, miss,
than return to Jersey City," said the
clerk, "And if you wish to go back
Immediately train that will take you
will be here in half hour night
train, it is true, but pleasant and safe
Step in here and sit down." he said,
opening the door of the waiting-room !;
"and I'll call you when the train
comes"
Having entered the apartment, the
young stranger dropped YEARLY into a
chair. For moment or two she sat
motionless then drawing small golden
locket from her bosom, attached to a
chain round her neck, she held it in her
hand, gazing upon it with mournful ten
derness, as if to dissipate by the memo
ries it evoked the feeling of loneliness
and desolation that oppressed her.
Three weeks before Julie De Silver
had stood beside the death-bed of her
last surviving parent, her mother, who
had placed the locket in her hand,
saying:
"Julie, my darling child, this is all
I have to leave you; take it with my
dying blessing, for you have been
good and devoted daughter. 1t was a
talisman of love to me, and wish that
it might prove such to you. Farewell,
my child, and may the Lord bless you
and bring you among frie ds;" and with
these parting words the weary head
had settled more heavily back upon the
pillow, while the sigh that futtered
over the pale lips had told that the
spirit was departing.
Julie was now alone in the world,
save for a distant relative, an aunt of
her mother, living in America. She
was not known to be in other than very
moderate circumstances, but Celeste De
Silver had hoped that she might receive
and care for the child for her sake, and
she had written brief note to her, just
before her death, leaving it in jules
care, to be delivered when she reached
that far-ofP place.
A week later, with all her worldly
goods in a small hand-sachel, the pre-
cious locket suspended by it's golden
chain about her neck, and but a few
dollars in her slender pocketbook be-
yond what would suffice to pay for
steerage passage to the new world, Julie
De Silver took a. last fearful farewell of
the land of her birth and early years,
and embarked on the vessel that was to
bring her to America.
Arriving at the end of a short pas
sage, and with but little knowledge OF
the language she now heard around her
on all sides, had asked at the Office
to which she had been directed for a
ticket to Dover.
"Dover, Delaware ?" the,t ticket agent
had inquired, in a quick, brusque tone,
but bewildered and almost deafened by
the babel of noises about her Julie
had only heard the first word, and hav-
ing answered Eyes" had found herself
the next moment hurried along to a seat
in the cars.
1t was evening and quite dark, when
hearing the conductor call out "Doverp
Julie supposed her destination was
reached. But on stepping from the
cars and asking the clerk at the station
TO direct her to her aunts house, at the
same time showing bim the address on
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